Abbie walked through the apartment door, Megan following behind, both girls threw their book bags on the carpeted floor. Megan placed her keys on the bookcase next to the entrance and stepped out of her Vans. Abbie called out to Karen, "We're home."
Karen walked out of her room and down the hallway while pulling a sweater over her full curly hair. Adjusting the arm sleeves, "Hey Ms. Smitten, tell me more about your mystery lover. I'm intrigued." Karen flopped down on the couch watching her sister rifle through the mail on the bookcase, still standing in the doorway.
Megan walked into the kitchen and called back, "Who's your mystery lover? Why was I not filled in on this situation?" She began going through the cupboards looking for a clean glass.
Abbie began to blush and tried to change the subject, "Why is it freezing in here? Didn't I tell you to turn on the heat?"
"No no no, don't do that. I'll turn on the heat, but you have to fill us in on the guy you stopped the earth for to call me about," replied Karen while she got up from the couch and walked back into the hallway. Adjusting the temperature, "So did you even talk to him?"
"I didn't. I just seen his head. The back of his head and his profile. When he stood up to get off the bus I almost got off with him," Abbie explained while fiddling with an envelope. Still standing in the doorway Abbie took of her shoes. Walking over to the love seat, she picked up a hair tie from off the coffee table. Sitting down on the couch, Abbie pulled her hair back into a ponytail and continued, "I need to get my car fixed, but I don't have the money right now. I'm going to have to keep taking the bus till I get paid. Who knows maybe I'll see him again."
Megan sat down next to Abbie, sipping soda from her glass. "I can take you to work if I'm not working, and I can pick you up on my way to our classes."
"No, it's OK. I mean if I take the bus I might run into him again. He must live somewhere near here because otherwise why would he have been on the bus?"
"True. But, I'm here if you need me."
"Thanks. What time is it?" Abbie asked checking her jean pockets for her cellphone.
"About a quarter to two," Megan answered squinting at the time on the stereo across the living room.
"I have to be at work by three. I better get a move on if I'm going to make it on the bus," Abbie said while running to her room to change into her work clothes.
Karen watched Abbie scurry into her bedroom, "Are you really going to take the bus everywhere?"
"If it will help me see Mystery Man again. Then yes."
In her bedroom, Abbie stood in front of the mirror changing shirts. She worked at a pet store in the mall for the last 9 months and she loved it. When she first moved to the area the previous summer looked for a job for nearly two months before coming across her dream job. Abbie loved working with people and had a passion for helping animals. When she was younger she wanted to become a veterinarian, but the moment she found out she would have to put animals to sleep, she quickly changed her mind. Abbie had to wear a black shirt, jeans, and a bright green apron as her uniform. She had several dozen black shirts to wear, but since she had Mystery Man on her mind Abbie decided on a tight black 3/4 sleeve top with low cut neckline. She put on her tightest jeans and walked out of her room and into the bathroom across the hall.
Applying makeup in the mirror she thought to herself, 'What am I doing? I might never see this guy again. He probably only took the bus once. What are the chance of him being on my bus again in the same day?'
"Hey Abs, I'm taking off. Are you sure you don't want a ride?" Megan called from the living room.
"It's ok. I'm going to take the bus. Thanks anyways." Abbie called back while brushing her hair.
She came into the living room where her sister was still sitting on the couch reading over a magazine. "How do I look?" She asked while fidgeting with her hair some more.
Karen glanced up from her magazine, "You look fine. A little too dressed up to play with puppies. But, other than that you look like Abbie."
"Thanks. I'm going to have Megan bring me home after work. I'll see you then."
Abbie walked out into the crisp fall air. Briskly walking to the bus stop she kept thinking to herself, 'I wonder if I'll ever see him again.'
Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Chapter One - Part One
"Kare I'm in love," Abbie's voice huffed through her cell phone receiver as she walked to her next class. She continued, "I am in love Kare. It was love at first sight. Well more like first glance."
Back at the apartment Karen sat in the living room on the plush overstuffed faux suede couch listening to her sister huff and puff while walking. "Abbie, what are you talking about, love at first sight? That's the third time this month."
Abbie laughed, "You don't understand. I was on the bus," she stopped outside that classroom door and scuffed her black well worn Chuck Taylor against the pavement, "He was sitting a few seats ahead of me and I only seen the back of his head and the side of his face, but Kare, he was to die for."
Pacing back and forth, Abbie brushed a dark bang from her forehead and tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. "Kare he was wearing a dark brown jacket with a scarf. Like a manly scarf not a frilly-girly one. He had this brown hair and when he stood up, he was tall and lean."
"Oh, I like it when guys wear accessories. It's hot, but not when they go overboard and try to outdo you," Karen replied then bit into a chocolate chip cookie and changed the channel of their television they took when they moved out of their parent's house that past June. Talking with her mouth full of half chewed cookie, "Hey Abbie, tell me when you get home. I have to go."
Abbie stood facing the class door, pausing momentarily thinking about the mystery man on the bus. Sighing, "Alright. I have class now anyways. Turn the heater on, don't sit there in an ice box, oh and if you get a chance, call Mom. Ask her if we're going Black Friday shopping this year."
"Yea got it. Ok sis, love you."
"Love you too." Abbie hung up, placed her cellphone in the front pocket of her sweatshirt and walked into the classroom. She quickly scanned the room with her dark chocolate brown eyes searching for a familiar face to sit next to. "Megan isn't here today," she thought to herself as she sat down in a desk toward the front of the classroom. Abbie did what she always had at the beginning of each class. Sat down and put her book bag in between her feet under the desk. Unzipped the bag and took out her laptop, placed it on the desk and turned it on while glancing at the chalkboard ahead.
While she waited for her computer to warm up, she reached into the front pocket and took out her phone and texted Megan, her best friend since high school. They drifted apart for the first two years of college, mostly because Megan moved back to the city with to live with her mom and go to community college while she watched her little brother and sister. Abbie went to the local state college and lived at her parents for the first two years before moving into an apartment with her little sister, Karen.
"Are you coming to class?" Abbie pushed send. Observing her thumb nail she thought, "I need to get my nails done."
Abbie was about 5'6" and considered herself healthy when it came to weight. She was the first born and resembled her father most. Although she was average height for an adult female, she had compact features, she always thought her arms and legs were shorter than they should be, but she was probably just paranoid. Her hair was dark like her parents, and full of voluminous waves. Her almond shaped dark brown eyes complimented her full cheeks. She thought her best feature were her lips she inherited from her grandmother, God rest her soul. A full and pouty set of lips and dimples in both cheeks to complete her smile. Written on paper, Abbie was in every sense of the word Latina, but white washed since she grew up in the suburbs.
Bzzzzt. One new text message. Megan. "Stuck in traffic."
"Hurry up. I took the bus. My car died this morning. :(" Send.
Even though the day started off on the wrong foot, Abbie knew, this day would change her life.
Back at the apartment Karen sat in the living room on the plush overstuffed faux suede couch listening to her sister huff and puff while walking. "Abbie, what are you talking about, love at first sight? That's the third time this month."
Abbie laughed, "You don't understand. I was on the bus," she stopped outside that classroom door and scuffed her black well worn Chuck Taylor against the pavement, "He was sitting a few seats ahead of me and I only seen the back of his head and the side of his face, but Kare, he was to die for."
Pacing back and forth, Abbie brushed a dark bang from her forehead and tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. "Kare he was wearing a dark brown jacket with a scarf. Like a manly scarf not a frilly-girly one. He had this brown hair and when he stood up, he was tall and lean."
"Oh, I like it when guys wear accessories. It's hot, but not when they go overboard and try to outdo you," Karen replied then bit into a chocolate chip cookie and changed the channel of their television they took when they moved out of their parent's house that past June. Talking with her mouth full of half chewed cookie, "Hey Abbie, tell me when you get home. I have to go."
Abbie stood facing the class door, pausing momentarily thinking about the mystery man on the bus. Sighing, "Alright. I have class now anyways. Turn the heater on, don't sit there in an ice box, oh and if you get a chance, call Mom. Ask her if we're going Black Friday shopping this year."
"Yea got it. Ok sis, love you."
"Love you too." Abbie hung up, placed her cellphone in the front pocket of her sweatshirt and walked into the classroom. She quickly scanned the room with her dark chocolate brown eyes searching for a familiar face to sit next to. "Megan isn't here today," she thought to herself as she sat down in a desk toward the front of the classroom. Abbie did what she always had at the beginning of each class. Sat down and put her book bag in between her feet under the desk. Unzipped the bag and took out her laptop, placed it on the desk and turned it on while glancing at the chalkboard ahead.
While she waited for her computer to warm up, she reached into the front pocket and took out her phone and texted Megan, her best friend since high school. They drifted apart for the first two years of college, mostly because Megan moved back to the city with to live with her mom and go to community college while she watched her little brother and sister. Abbie went to the local state college and lived at her parents for the first two years before moving into an apartment with her little sister, Karen.
"Are you coming to class?" Abbie pushed send. Observing her thumb nail she thought, "I need to get my nails done."
Abbie was about 5'6" and considered herself healthy when it came to weight. She was the first born and resembled her father most. Although she was average height for an adult female, she had compact features, she always thought her arms and legs were shorter than they should be, but she was probably just paranoid. Her hair was dark like her parents, and full of voluminous waves. Her almond shaped dark brown eyes complimented her full cheeks. She thought her best feature were her lips she inherited from her grandmother, God rest her soul. A full and pouty set of lips and dimples in both cheeks to complete her smile. Written on paper, Abbie was in every sense of the word Latina, but white washed since she grew up in the suburbs.
Bzzzzt. One new text message. Megan. "Stuck in traffic."
"Hurry up. I took the bus. My car died this morning. :(" Send.
Even though the day started off on the wrong foot, Abbie knew, this day would change her life.
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