Hey Guys! So sorry I haven't been posting lately but I have midterms coming up and being a freshman I have no idea what to expect! So, I'm super nervous and I study and study but I feel like I am absorbing nothing! L Ah well, so wish me luck and here is chapter three!

Abby

"He's late," The sentence hung in the air bitterly. Kuki glanced at the clocked and sighed. "We should just start without him," Abby suggested. "He'll join when he gets here." Kuki muttered something along the lines of if-he-gets-here-I-will-rip-him-to-shreds, and Abby didn't try to suppress her smile. Really though, they shouldn't be surprised. Wally didn't know the meaning of on time. He showed up when he showed up, grinning crookedly. Abby sighed, she hated waiting. Especially for Wally. Sure, maybe she should be used to this by now. After all they have been friends since they were ten but, patience wasn't one of Abby's virtues. She glanced at Kuki, who was staring at her math homework and scratching idly on question three. Smirking, Abby realized that she wasn't the only one Wally kept waiting.

She wasn't really sure when she first knew of Wally's crush on Kuki. It was almost like it had always been there. She didn't know when Wally's cheeks first turned red at the energetics girls' hugs, or when his teasing became less of Wally just being Wally, and more of him wanting her attention. His crush was simply something that was. There was no changing it. Even as they grew, and now sitting there at sixteen-year-olds in high school, Abby knew his crush still existed. How could someone not know? Girls tossed themselves at Wally, and he denied each one. He was jealous when any boy came within a foot of Kuki, and overprotective to the extent that Kuki got mad at him. Yet, he always found a way to reconcile with her.

Abby was ripped from her thoughts by a doorbell. Kuki jumped up, her lips breaking into a smile only one person could bring. The smile reached her eyes and lit up her whole body. "He's here!" She cried, rushing to the door with a spring in every step. Abby got up slowly, and made her way to the front door.

"What's this?" Abby couldn't help but let the question leap from her lips. Standing there was a very bright, red Wally holding a bundle of gaudy, green and orange flowers. He held the flowers out at Kuki, the smile still stuck on her face, but her eyes alight with newfound curiosity.

"Yes, Wally," Kuki smile slid to a smirk, "What are these for?"

"What's Abby doing 'ere?" Wally asked, ignoring both Abby and Kuki's questions. "I thought she wasn't coming until four."

"It's four thirty," Kuki pointed to the clock on the wall. "You're an hour late!"

"Oh. . ." Wally glanced at his watch, "Cruddy thing must be broken. . ." Abby smiled. She hadn't let the fact that Wally was supposed to come an half hour earlier then her slide by.

"So Wally," Abby began letting her voice dip into a slow, sing-song tone. "Who are the flowers for? Anyone special?"

"Um, yeah," Wally began before his eyes popped open with his sudden realization of what he just said. "I mean – NO. They're just cruddy flowers. Just flowers. 'Ere." He shoved them at Kuki whose fingers closed around them with sudden surprise. "Just take 'em and put 'em in water or whatever. Like I care about flowers. My mom told me to bring them."

"Oh…" Kuki's voice dropped a little bit. But she put on a smile and walked off towards the kitchen, "Sure, hold on for a sec, okay? Go ahead into the living room!" She slipped off down the hall again and Abby turned to grin at Wally.

"Your mom, huh?" She asked smoothly.

"Oh shut up," Wally grumbled, stomping his way into the living room. He tossed his bag on the couch and plopped down on the floor. He snatched up the TV remote lying on the coffee table, and turned it on. A commercial for a movie played, and Abby slid onto the couch, feeling triumphant when she noticed Wally's red ears.

"Oh I wanted to see that movie." Kuki slipped onto the couch next to Abby, and pulled the remote away from Wally.

"Hey!" He cried, trying to snatch the remote back, but Kuki shut the TV off.

"No way," Kuki held the remote high, which didn't do her much good as Wally was about six inches taller than her. "We are here to study, if you haven't forgotten." Wally slumped in defeat, knowing it was no good arguing and pulled his notebook out of his bag.

Two hours later, Wally stood, stretching out his back. "I've got to go. My mom will throw a fit if I'm late for dinner." He grabbed his bag and let Kuki and Abby escort him to the door.

"Bye," Kuki smiled, "Thanks for the flowers."

"Oh. . ." Wally paused, looking lost in thought for a moment. Then his eyes hardened, as if he was sealing himself to do something. "Kuki," he said suddenly, his voice harsh. "Want to go to the movies with me on Friday to see that movie you wanted to see?" He said all this very fast and Abby leaned against a wall to steady herself. There was no way in the world that Wally – the Wally who could hardly acknowledge the fact that he bought her flowers – was asking Kuki out on a date. Wally blushed and turned his face, his blond hair swished over his eyes and Kuki laughed. Wally's head shot back to look at the girl in frount of him.

"I'd love to!" she grinned and Wally was grinning to. It was a stupid smile, half- crooked and wide but the smile reached his eyes and was warm. Wally jumped out the door and pranced towards his car like he had just won a million bucks. And he just might have. Kuki shut the door but not before Abby heard Wally shout "YES!"

Kuki turned to Abby in the hallway and paused, letting the events of just what happened sink in. "Wait….did he just ask me out on a date?"

Abby smiled, "I think he just did."

Kuki's eyes widened, "Oh God! What am I going to wear?" And before she knew what was happening, Kuki had a hold on Abby's arm and was pulling her towards her room.

Alright guys there it was. I loved the ending. I think it's just so cute! Sorry if it wasn't my best but R&R, I'd love to know what you guys are thinking. Reviews make my heart happy! So, see you guys next time!

Lots of Love,

Gayle