Disclaimer:
the7thflockmember: Hello! I will hold up the que cards for Abby- and this is a warning to her *cough* ACT ENTHUSIASTIC! Anyways, in my last disclaimer I told you to call me Tiffany Krystal, but when I tried to change it it didn't work (I dont think anyways) so instead of calling me that (unless you want to) call me [the] Abbbbster! anyways, ON WITH THE DISCLAIMER!
Abby: *droning* The Abbbbster would just like to say tha-- *gets a glare from abbsterz and then acts like a giddy little school girl* She does not own any of the flock, seeing as she is not J Pattz. BUUUUT, she does own me and Alex, as well as any characters that show up that you have never ever heard of. So now it is time for Chapter Three of The Other Grounded Angels!!!! *droning again* yay. w/e. can I go back to making out with Alex?--- HEY! ANGEL!! I DID NOT WANT TO SAY THAT! YOU ARE DEAD!
Angel: tehe. sorry. but it was in YOUR head.
Abbbbster:Okay then... um.. let's go!

Alex POV

Well, this was pleasant. NOT! Abby just tackled me! Talk about anger management issues. Gosh. "Jesus, Abbz, what have you been eating, rocks?" I ask, a teasing smile sprawling over my mouth. "Why, is your head missing some?" Ah, there she is, my dear sarcastic loved... um... I mean best friend. But with her sitting on my stomach something changed, but, I mean, we've been best friends since Pre-K! I can't have feelings for her! And besides, she thinks of me as an obnoxious little prankster. Oh well, no use fighting with myself if I know I'll lose. She leans down, a few inches from my face, and when I think she's about to kiss me, I close my eyes. Apparently this was her plan of action because as soon as my eye lids were down i felt a fist slam into my stomach. That was gonna leave a bruise.
"You, you, you , YOU, you, YOU are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo lucky that I have something important to tell you, because otherwise you would be tied to a tree and forced into some kind of medeival torture that is yet to be remembered! But like I said, this is important. Here. Take my hand, I need to talk to you inside." I grabbed hold of her delicate hand adorned with a few rings and red nail polish with black hearts on the ring fingers. Immediately I felt like things were back to normal so I threw her into a piggy-back position on my back and ran in with her. I knew how much she loved that and ever since i have been able to lift her, she has always relied on me to keep her up because she would throw her hands out and let the wind blow through her silky gold hair. She always told me she wanted to dye it black, but her parents wouldn't let her. I think she would look gorgeous either way. When we reached our destination -- her living room-- I plopped her down on the couch and sat beside her, facing one another.
"So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?" I ask and wonder what it could possibly be seeing as she didn't hurt me after the prank I pulled. My mind wandered as I waited for her to speak up. Finally she said, "It's about my parents. Well... um... you see..." she stuttered. "Spit it out already before I die of old age." I said now that I was getting impatient. "Well..."

Abby's POV

I tackled him to the ground after i got bombarded with spoons, forks, and to my anger (since he took from my collection), my BATMAN SPORK!
"Jesus, Abbz, what have you been eating, rocks?" He asks with a smile playing across his face. I need to come up with a witty comeback, and fast! Um...
"Why, is your head missing some?" There, that should do it. By now I was sitting on Alex's stomach and I suddenly thought about how I wanted to kiss him so desperately. So I leaned down and as he closed his eyes I realized that I was supposed to be torturing him and telling him my news, not seducing him. Besides, he definitely doesn't like me that way. Not that I do or anything... nope. Miss Cool, Calm, and Collective's my name. So instead of feeling his lips against my own, I take this moment to my advantage and punch him in the stomach. I hear a satisfying oof and then say, "You, you, you, YOU, you YOU are soooooooooooooooooooooooo lucky that I have something important to tell you, because otherwise you would be tied to a tree and forced into some kind of medeival torture that is yet to be remembered! But like I said, this is important. So here, take my hand. I need to talk to you inside. Alex's rough, calloused hand grabs onto mine and I lift him up. Suddenly I'm on his back with my hands in the air and the wind in my hair (no rhyme intended), and I feel a wave of sadness fly through me once we are inside and I get thrown onto the couch. Alex sits down next to me and turned to face me.
"So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?" He asks. As I search to find the words to use, his mind wanders. How do I know, you may ask? Well, after knowing him for like, ever, you can just tell. That and the fact that I can read him like an open book. Finally, I say, "It's about my parents. Well... um... you see..." I stutter stupidly. He rolls his eyes impatiently and looks me in the eye. Then he says, "Spit it out already before I die of old age."
"Well... okaysothismorningwhenIwokeupnoonewashomesoIlookedaroundandIfoundanotethatsaidyoucanrunbutyoucanthidewe'recomingtogetyouguys." "WOW! BREATHE, WHY DONTCHA!" he yelled at me. Oh, I guess I was so nervous I forget to talk in sentences... okay, let's try this again.
"I said, This morning when I woke up I realized that no one was home. So I was looking around since I was alone and I found this note that said, 'You can run, but you can't hide. We're coming to get you guys.' So I guess he wasn't just talking about me so I-" And suddenly I felt something shoot into my neck and all was dark.

OOH! ANOTHER EVIL CLIFFIE OUT TO KILL YOU! sorry, I just can't resist. Also, eventually I will either refer to myself as Abby of Abbbbster because soon Abby (my character) will be known as Fallon. Reviews are love my dear minions... I mean readers. Chapters will hopefully be up more often if I can get any feedback/reviews.

~The Abbbbster