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The Girl Who Stutters and The Boy Who Mutters By Momo3625 Characters: 7562

Updated: 2018-09-22 16:53


Abby's P.O.V.

"It's been so long since we've had a girl's day, " Anna squeals as she hangs on to my arm and drags me into the mall. I haven't seen Anna in a little over two weeks and I think she's having withdrawal symptoms or something, which is actually quite surprising since I use to be the one always obsessed over spending time with her.

"It h-hasn't been t-that long, " I say trying to feel better about myself for not attempting to call her in so long. I've probably been a pretty crappy sister lately. I mean I could use the excuse that I was indeed attacked by my ex, but I still could have called her.

After shopping in several stores Anna finally decides to take a break and we sit down in a small cafe. I've noticed that she's been quite fidgety all day. Also she's bought me a lot of stuff...which is very unlike Anna. The only times she's ever bought me anything were when I either begged or it was a holiday.

"Soooo...how's it going?" She asks sipping her coffee nervously. Her eyes seem to flicker around the room, stopping on everything but me.

"Fine, " I say narrowing my eyes at her. "What's g-going on w-with you?"

"Nothing, " she says far too quickly.

"A-anna I know when-"

"You know?" She asks as her eyes open wide. "So it's not a surprise? I'm so glad that you already know! Wait! Who told you!? Was it F-"

"I h-have no idea w-what you're talking about."

"Oh, " she sighs before looking back up at me. "Well the thing is...I'm getting married!"

"Excuse m-me?"

"I'm getting married Abs!"

"I t-think I h-heard you wrong, " I shake my head at her. My sister couldn't have possibly just said to me that she's getting married. That's preposterous. "D-did you just say t-that you're g-getting carried?"

"No Abby I'm getting married, " she says sounding slightly more chipper than before. "And I want you to be my maid of honor."

What the actual fudge?

I know good and well that Anna knows she can't get married while she's still so young and in college. She's only twenty one! Our parents would never approve.

"Anna-"

"I know you've got a lot going on, " she says grabbing my hands from across the table. "But it would literally make me the happiest person in the world if you would be the maid

person than me. I'm basically stumbling behind him and I nearly drop my crutches. Once we stop I automatically turn around towards him and slap him across the face.

"What the hell?" Scott asks staring at me and gasping.

"Oops, " I laugh, sitting down in a chair.

"You knew it was me."

"How c-could I?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him. "For all I know y-you could h-have been Parker."

"I doubt Parker would show up in this ice cream shop, " he says narrowing his eyes at me. My eyes widen as his eyes seem to go a degree darker and I see him suddenly leaning down. He places a quick kiss on my nose before muttering in my ear. "You looked cute. But right now I have to use the bathroom."

He quickly stands up and basically runs towards the bathrooms, I laugh when I see him trip over a able leg and almost crash into Ryan. But he quicker regains his composure and speeds into the restroom.

I sit back in my seat and look around the tiny ice cream shop. It has a very comfortable feel, almost like a 50s diner type thing. I've always appreciated old places like these, I guess that makes me more like my mother than dad.

Suddenly I what a bell ring from by the front door which symbols that a new person just entered. But as soon as I see the person I pull a Scott and bolt towards the bathrooms, almost tripping along the way. They couldn't have come here together could they? Maybe the second guy wasn't even who I thought it was.

But I swore I just saw Mr. O'Neil.

With Parker?

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