I'd take another chance, take a fall take a shot for you. I need you like a heart needs a beat but it's nothin' new.
"Apologize" - OneRepublic
"I don't know who to choose." Abigail hugged the mug between her palms, more content to hold the coffee than to actually sip it. Kat looked at her sadly, shrugging her shoulders, because from where she sat, either choice broke someone's heart. Tara wasn't much more help either. She only twisted the sterling silver bracelet on her delicate wrist, a gift from Ben on her eighteenth birthday. "You guys are supposed to help me. Isn't that the whole point of this having girl friends and sharing business?"
Kat held her hands up in front of her defensively. "Don't look at me. I don't have any business giving anyone romantic advice," she reminded her friend. "The longest relationship I had was with one of the potential objects of your affection, and the other happens to be my best friend."
"Well, I have been in a very loving and committed relationship for two years," Tara spoke up. "And even I have no clue what you should do."
"This was way easier when it was happening to you," Abigail said bitterly to Tara. "I thought you were silly and boy crazy for getting mixed up with two boys. And now here I am, stuck in the same position. What the hell happened to me?"
"Christian happened," Kat said. "Trust us, we've been there."
Abigail trailed her fingers through her long hair absently. "It was fine, we were perfectly good at being friends and partners. And then he had to smile at me..."
"That smile is definitely trouble," Tara agreed.
"Of course, that just had to coincide with Sammy deciding that he was suddenly in love with me again. We made it through the last two years at the Academy with just that minor hiccup before the Prixe where we managed to be friends. What changed?"
"Competition," Kat pointed out. "You two had been dancing around each other, just on the verge of being together again, when Christian made his intentions know. There's nothing like the potential of losing out to push a man to make a grand declaration of love."
"I care about both of them."
"Yeah," Tara replied, "but who do you love?"
Abigail considered the question for a moment. Sammy was sweet and caring, everything a girl could want in a boyfriend. His attention could also be fleeting, however, and she couldn't help but worry a little that he'd wake up one day and decide that he liked boys again. Christian, oh, Christian. He was mysterious and fun, and he made her feel sexy in a way that she never had. He also had a whole bunch of baggage and wasn't exactly great at letting people in. With someone with walls as high as Abigail, she couldn't help but think that kind of combination could be pretty counterproductive to a healthy relationship.
"I like them both for very different reasons."
"That's not what she asked, Abs," Kat replied. "She asked who you love."
"How do I answer that?"
"Honestly," Tara said, "from the heart."
She knew then that it all came down to one moment. It was a couple weeks ago when she had gotten sick and he had done the only thing she really wanted when she was sick. She didn't want soup or sappy movies or a back rub. She just wanted a dark, quiet place to sleep for twenty hours without anyone bothering her. When everyone else, including her other paramour, had insisted on pushing, he had understood the need to just give her space.
"Christian," she answered finally. "Christian has my heart."
Tara squealed while Kat couldn't help but cover her mouth. "Sammy is going to be crushed."
"Maybe you could help put his heart back together," Tara suggested. "It would be so great if all six of us were paired off."
Kat glared at her hopelessly romantic friend. "So not gonna happen, T," she replied before looking over at Abigail. "But I'll give him a shoulder to cry on. Don't worry, Abs, I got your back."
Abigail didn't say anything. She simply hugged both girls before grabbing her clutch off the table and bounding out the door. She ran the entire sixteen blocks in heels to get to him. She had been mulling this over for weeks, but now that she had finally chosen, it was like she couldn't wait another second to tell him. Christian was outside on that stupid skateboard when she finally made it back to the dorm. She grabbed his wrist, kicked his board to the side and laid a long kiss on him.
"I choose you, Christian," she whispered. "I choose you."
For Random, a sort of double request fill by combining Christian/Abigail and Sammy/Abigail.
