Here's the next chapter, people! I hope you like it!
A.N: *Update - 16/06/13* I finally made the decision to edit that phrase that was pointed out by the anonymous reviewer. I know it's been just over a year, and I should have done it before, but I've edited it now.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
I sat outside the library, waiting for my sister to arrive again. This was the third time this week she was late, and it was only Tuesday! I pulled out my mirror and looked at myself, making sure my makeup was alright.
My name is Abigail Jennifer Gibbs, although my friends just call me Abby. I'm sixteen years old, and I attend the local high school with my friends and my twin sister. I have black hair that I usually tie back into pigtails, and my appearance always includes black lipstick with a red t-shirt and a red and black pleated skirt, and sometimes I end up deciding whether to wear platforms, heels or flats. Some people wouldn't really say I'm a goth, because I'm always so bubbly and such, but if you knew me, you'd know otherwise. (There can be bubbly Goths, you know.)
I closed my mirror as I heard some footsteps heading towards me. I turned and saw two people walking towards me, neither of them my older sister. I smiled as my two best friends from school walked up to me.
The first, and the tallest, had light brown hair and deep green eyes. His hair was gelled, and he was wearing a pair of faded jeans with a grey t-shirt and a dark Nike hoodie. He was wearing black converse, and he had a schoolbag slung over his shoulder.
The second one, who was a bit shorter, had green eyes, a little lighter than the other's, and brownish-blonde hair. He was a little chubby around the face, wearing dark jeans with a light button-up shirt and a leather jacket. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned casually, and he also had a schoolbag slung over his shoulder. The difference was that his bag looked full of books compared to the barely full bag of the other boy.
They waved at me as they walked over. I smiled.
"Hey Tony, hey Tim!" I greeted each in turn. Tony smiled at me.
"Hey, Abby." He frowned a little. "What are you doing out here all on your own?"
"Yeah," Tim agreed. "I thought you were meant to be with Ziva?"
I sighed. "She said she needed to go see someone, and that I should meet her here." I looked at my watch. "She was meant to be here ten minutes ago!"
"Maybe she's with that mystery guy again," Tony spat, looking disgusted at the thought. I frowned.
"What guy?" I asked. Both boys stared at me in shock.
"You don't know anything about her new boyfriend?" Tim asked. My eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"New boyfriend?"
Just then, I heard the purr of an engine. I turned to see a sleek black car pulling up on the road beside us. All of us stared in awe.
"Woah…" Tim muttered.
"That's a Porsche 911 Turbo!" Tony exclaimed. "A car that I could only dream of seeing!"
"Cool," I whispered.
"I'm glad you like it."
All three of us looked up to see a man, probably in his early twenties or so, climbing out of the driver's side of the car. He had short, dark, slightly curly hair and brown eyes, and he had this lopsided smile that I thought was quite cute. He wore a plain white shirt with jeans and converse.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My boyfriend." Ziva climbed out of the passenger seat.
Meet my sister, Ziva Tali Gibbs. She has dark hair, like I do, but was fortunate enough to inherit naturally tanned skin from our mom's side. My skin was only pale because of my lack of enthusiasm to go outside. She was also the more sporty one out of us, usually wearing khakis and a tank top.
But not today.
Today, she wore a white t-shirt and a skirt, with white flats, and had her naturally very curly hair tied back in a ponytail. Tony and Tim gaped whilst I just raised an eyebrow.
"Boyfriend?" I glared at her.
Ziva shook her head before turning to the mystery boyfriend. "I'll see you soon? I have to go now."
The boy – no, man – nodded. He blew her a kiss before sitting back in the car. "See you soon, Ziva!"
As Ziva stepped onto the curb, the car sped off, leaving dust in its trails. I was still glaring at her as she brushed the dust off her clothes. Tony, on the other hand, was drooling over her.
"You clean up nice, Gibbs," he complimented. Ziva smiled.
"Thank you, DiNozzo."
"Well, we should get going," Tim told us. "Kate should be waiting for us at home."
Tony nodded. "Yeah. See you around, Gibbs!" The two boys walked off, talking about the car and everything that had happened.
Ziva turned to me. "What?"
"A boyfriend? And you didn't even tell me?" I exclaimed.
Ziva sighed and started walking off. I frowned and ran to catch up with her.
"How come you never told me about this, Ziva?" I asked. "I thought we were BFFs to the end? You know, trust buddies?"
Ziva just walked on, ignoring my questions.
"Ziva? Why won't you answer me? Ziva!" I grabbed her arm and yanked her back. She span to look at me.
"Because you'll tell, I know you will," she answered before starting to walk again.
I stood there, confused for a moment, before running to catch up with her. "How do you know I'll tell?" I asked.
"Because you told when I pushed you out of the window!" Ziva yelled.
"That was because I could've died," I pointed out.
Ziva sighed and walked on.
"But I didn't tell when you shoved me into those nettles!" I called out after her.
Ziva froze.
"Or when you forced me to eat those worms!" I added. Ziva turned to look at me.
"Do you promise to keep it a secret?" she asked me. "Do you, Abby?"
"Of course!" I nodded manically.
She held out her pinky, just as she used to do when we were younger. "Pinky swear?"
I smiled and held out my pinky, interlocking it with hers. "Pinky swear, with cherries on top."
Ziva laughed. "With cherries on top? Seriously Abby?" She started walking again.
I skipped along beside her. "Of course! You can't do anything without the cherries!"
Ziva shook her head. "I have one crazy sister."
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