Lisa: It's funny that you mentioned it. I actually have a Chrissy/Charlene story written. :)
Jessica-loves-Katie: Aww, I'm glad you're liking little Kylie. She'll be making more appearances soon.
Abbie's POV
It's the weekend before my 22nd birthday and Alex and Casey insisted that we all have a sleepover at their place. Our little clique has grown exponentially. Last year at this time it was Olivia, Bridget, Serena, and me. This year, it's Olivia, Bridget, Serena, Megan, Allegra, Alex, Casey, Connie, and Aubrey. Yes, I've allowed freshmen to attend my birthday soiree.
Right now, I'm sitting on a chair in Alex and Casey's kitchen and Megan Cabot is laying out the different tools she uses for piercing.
"Is this gonna hurt?" I ask nervously.
"Abbie, a needle is going to go through your tongue. Of course it's going to hurt," Megan replies.
"If I get drunk, will it hurt less?"
Megan starts laughing. "I know from personal experience what your tongue is like when you're drunk. You seem to have more feeling."
I can't help but laugh nervously. "What's the process?"
"You stick your tongue out and hold the clamp and I put the needle through," she tells me.
"Okay, that doesn't sound so bad."
"It hurts, but it's totally worth it and Serena is going to love it," Megan urges me.
"Why would she love it?"
"Think of how much you loved mine."
"So, if I go through with this piercing, I can make Serena feel as good as you made me feel that night?"
"Yeah, and imagine when it heals. I'll get you a vibrating tongue ring and Serena will be like putty in your hands. She'll practically worship you. You'll be able to get her to do anything you want. I know this from personal experience. I have Allegra wrapped around my little finger."
"Babe! I heard that!" Allegra shouts from the living room.
"You were supposed to!" Megan shouts back.
It's time to weigh my options. I'm going to law school next year and a tongue ring is going to look very unprofessional and will probably effect my chances of getting internships. Not to mention, it's going to hurt like hell and the healing process is horrible. No alcohol or oral sex for six weeks. Well, for three of those six weeks, Serena and I won't be seeing each other because of winter break so that shouldn't be too hard. On a positive note, once this heels, I'm going to have Serena right where I want her. I start to imagine her moaning, "Abbie! Don't stop! Oh, Abbie! Abbie! Right there, baby!"
"Okay, I'll do it!" I say a little too excitedly. I'm still imagining my face in between Serena's legs.
"Since, it's your birthday this is on me," Megan says. She hands me a tool to clamp my tongue and tells me to hold still.
"Wait!" Serena says and then runs over to the kitchen. "I want to hold her hand. My sweet Abbiekins is going to be in pain."
With Serena by my side, I can do anything…or not. As soon as I see the needle, I start to freak out and quickly remove the clamp. "I can't do this," I tell Megan.
"You sure?" she asks.
"Yeah, this isn't me," I tell her.
Okay, so I chickened out, but Rena doesn't seem to mind.
"Let's go outside," she tells me. "I want to give you something."
"But, Rena, it's raining. You don't like the way you look in the rain."
She tucks a few strands of hair behind my ear. "No, but I like the way you look in the rain."
I tell our friends we'll be back in a few minutes and Serena grabs my hand and leads me outside. We sit on a stoop right outside Alex and Casey's apartment and I start to kiss my sort of girlfriend, but she stops me after one quick peck.
"Save some for later," Rena tells me. "Now, close your eyes."
Once they're closed, I can feel her place a ring on my finger. I know it's not an engagement ring, so I'm curious to see what it is. "Open them," she says excitedly.
When I open my eyes, I see a silver heart shaped ring on my finger with our sorority letters engraved on the heart. It's the one I had been wanting, but I couldn't fork over $90 to get it. "Rena, it's beautiful!" I tell her and give her a quick kiss. "I love it!"
"I saw you looking at it online and I knew it would look cute on you. I'm sorry it's not an engagement ring though."
"I'm glad it's not an engagement ring," I tell her.
"We're definitely not Alex and Casey. That's for damn sure."
"And we never will be," I add. "We're Abbie and Serena and sorority rings and matching necklaces will more than suffice. I don't want some diamond on my finger and I don't want to be tied down."
"Tied down?" Serena asks.
"You know what I mean," I tell her. "I'm not big on relationships and the obligations that come with them. I want someone to be with me because they want to be with me, not because they have to."
"Abbie, you don't mean that," Serena says as she moves closer to me.
"I don't," I say to her. "But it keeps me from getting hurt."
"I'll never hurt you," she says and then pulls me in for a kiss.
"I know you won't and I'm glad you didn't buy that bullshit about me not wanting to be tied down, especially to someone I love more than life itself. That shows that you really do know me and I hope I don't regret this but…"
"But what?" Serena asks with a huge smile on her face.
"Would you mind being downgraded from best friend to girlfriend?"
"Abbie Carmichael, is that your special way of asking me to be your girlfriend?"
"Maybe," I tell her and then start to blush.
"Well, then I don't mind being downgraded if you don't mind being downgraded," she tells me. "I love you, Abbie."
"I love you, too, Rena."
"I can't believe you asked me out in the rain. That's so cliché," she teases.
"You're the one who brought me out here," I remind her.
"Because you've always looked beautiful in the rain and you still do. I love the way your hair looks when it's wet and since you're smiling so much right now, I can see your dimples. They're so adorable."
"Adorable? I'm not a child, Rena."
"Just shut up and kiss me," she teases. I don't care how soaked we're getting in the rain. I'm kissing the love of my life after I just asked her to be my girlfriend.
"I still don't want to get married…ever," I tell my girlfriend. "I don't care what that damn Quija board said."
Serena starts to laugh. "It's only a matter of time before I make you fold."
"Fine," I say to her. "We'll get married someday, but we're never having kids. The world does not need us to reproduce."
"I disagree," Serena says. "I think the world would love a miniature Abbie Carmichael running around with dark pigtails and dark eyes and the cutest accent. How about we name her Addison? Addison Carmichael. I love the sound of that."
"You've named her?" I ask in disbelief. "And if you want her to look like me, that means I have to give birth to her, which means I have to be pregnant, which means you are out of your mind for suggesting that."
"I'd take care of you if you were pregnant," Rena tells me as she lays her head on my shoulder.
"You should be the one to give birth. You're more femme than I am and you have those child-bearing hips that I love so much."
"Abbie Carmichael, I can't believe you said that. That's one of the most sexist things you've ever said."
I start to laugh. "No, this is. To quote Eric Cartman, 'Get your bitch ass into the kitchen and make me some pie!'"
Instead of being offended, Serena cracks up. "That sounds even more sexist and old-fashioned when you say it. Damn that lovable accent of yours."
I'm about to kiss her until we suddenly start to hear thunder and see lightning illuminate the sky. Serena jumps back and a tiny shriek escapes her mouth.
"You're such a girl, Rena," I tease.
"And that's just one of the things you love about me," she snaps back.
"C'mon, let's go inside," I tell her. "I have to talk to Megan about piercing my tongue right now. Once it heals, you can consider it one of your Christmas gifts."
