Things were going to get no easier for Abigail, though. It had been two
weeks, and she'd been distancing herself from Shawn more each day, just in
case Angela came back. She didn't want to get too attached to him, then
lose him. But, she was getting lonely. And she missed him a lot. She
missed the company. But she wasn't going to call him. If he missed her,
he'd call her.
She sat in bed, in her pink, heart pajamas, and wrote in her diary.
***
Dear Diary;
Hey. I'm just going to get straight to the point, today. I miss Shawn. I miss our conversations, and I miss the way he makes me feel. But, then, I don't miss the times he makes me feel invisible. I want him to love me like he loves Angela. But, that'll never happen. I just want him to he'd call me. Just to have contact. I could be dead, and he wouldn't know. He hasn't even made an attempt to call me. And damn it, I'm about to go crazy.
I have to say this somewhere, before I go insane. I have fallen completely, totally, utterly and fully in love with Shawn Patrick Hunter. For God's sake, I was sitting with him in the hospital, imagining how my name would sound, if I married him. Abigail Autumn McDaniel-Hunter...it sounds nice. Angela...whatever...Moore-Hunter. No. I don't like that. I need help. I'm outta here. See ya.
Abigail
***
She sighed, as she closed her diary, and walked to the kitchen. "Anything good for dinner, Jeffrey?" Abigail asked the butler.
"Yes, we have chicken cordon bleu for you, Miss McDaniel." Jeffrey, Abigail's butler, explained to her.
"Thanks, Jeffrey," Abigail sat at the table. She'd been eating chicken cordon bleu for the past three weeks, but hadn't said anything, to be polite.
***
Shawn sat on his couch, in his gray sweatpants, thinking about Abigail and Angela. He hadn't talked to Abigail in three days, and was getting lonely and bored. He wanted to call her, but he was afraid she was avoiding him. He tried to sort everything out in his head, only to confuse himself more. He leaned back, and stared at the TV. "What am I going to do?" he asked himself, out loud. "I men, I get this feeling as soon as I give myself to Abigail, Angela will come home. I don't ever want to hurt Abigail. She's way too amazing. I don't know..." he sighed. "I'm gonna call her..."
***
Abigail looked around the dining room, miserably. She'd be fine, she just had to get over Shawn. Just as she sat down, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Jeffrey answered. "Oh, no, I'm sorry, Miss McDaniel isn't taking calls right now. May I ask who is calling please?" he paused to write a name down. "Ok, Master...Hunter? Just tell her...it was...Shawn?"
Abigail jumped up. "WAIT Jeffrey. I'll take this one! Hold on!"
"Ok, Miss McDaniel." Jeffrey answered. "Just a moment, she'll take your call." He told Shawn.
Abigail ran up the stairs, and picked up her phone. "Ok, Jeffrey, you can hang up now." She told him, then waited for the click of the downstairs phone hanging up. "Shawn?" Abigail asked, after the heard the click.
"Hey, Abigail." Shawn sounded lonely. "Where have you been lately?"
"Waiting for you to call me..." she spoke softly. "I thought Angela had come back, and I was just a memory..."
"No way." Shawn explained. "I've been sitting in the house, hoping you'd call me."
Abigail frowned. She didn't want to give in to temptation, but she had to. "Shawn, would you like to come over?" she asked.
Shawn smiled. "I'd love to." He missed Abigail terribly. "I'll be over in a few minutes, ok?" he asked.
"Sure," she smiled. It was nice to have him so happy to see her, but she knew when he saw Angela, his reaction would be a million times that. "I'll see you in a few, ok?"
"See ya!" Shawn seemed overjoyed. He changed out of his sweatpants, into baggy, black jeans, an army green, short sleeved, button-up shirt, tan work boots, and his favorite silver chain. He put his silver watch on his right wrist, since his left hand was still in bandages. He quickly ran a comb through his hair, then, let it fall into a messy part. He sprayed on some cologne, grabbed his leather jacket, shut off the TV and lights, and walked out the door.
***
Abigail sat on the bed for a few seconds after getting of the phone with Shawn. "What did I just do? I gave in..." she sighed to herself. She stood up and walked to the stairs. "JEFFREY...Shawn is coming over!" she yelled down the stairs.
"Ok, Miss McDaniel. Do you want me to call you when he gets here?" Jeffrey asked.
"Nah, just send him up here. Tell him to knock though..." Abigail walked back into her room, and fished through her closet for a good outfit. A green, flowered peasant top, flared blue jeans, with the bottoms covered in beaded roses, and a pair of chunky black boots, with a silver flame pattern coming up the side. That'd do. She tossed her hair into two braids, put on some raspberry-rain body spray, clasped on her silver heart locket, and waited on her bed for Shawn.
***
About ten minutes had passed, when Jeffrey paged Abigail's intercom. "Shawn Hunter is on his way upstairs to see you, Miss McDaniel."
Abigail sighed, but flashed a smile. "Send him up..." she turned on the TV, and waited for Shawn to come up the stairs.
Shawn knocked on her door. "Abigail?"
"Coming..." she walked to the door. She opened the door, and led Shawn in. "Welcome to my humble...room..." she laughed.
Shawn looked around. "This is nice..." he felt out of place. Abigail had everything in one room that he had in his whole apartment. As a matter of fact, her room was the size of his apartment.
"Thanks...have a seat..." she told him. "Make yourself comfortable..."
Shawn felt out of place. "Thanks..." he sat on the love seat.
"You look uncomfortable..." Abigail tilted her head to the side a little. "What's wrong?"
"I feel out of place here..." Shawn laughed. "Little trailor boy, hanging out with the beautiful rich girl?"
"Oh, please..." Abigail smiled at Shawn. "For one, you're not a trailor boy. The stereotypical 'trailor boy' wouldn't WANT to hang out with the rich girl. Well, maybe they'd want to, but they wouldn't be caught dead hanging with her."
"This is true..." Shawn grinned. "Most of the people I knew back at the trailor-park made fun of people like you..."
"That's what I thought. Second of all, you're not rude. You're very polite and considerate." Abigail told him. "And third, you don't live in a trailor anymore."
"Ah, so now I'm apartment boy?" he asked, with a chuckle.
"No," she shook her head, and laughed a little. "You're Shawn..." she sat beside him.
"Oh, I don't wanna be that..." he shook his head.
"Yes!" she shoved his shoulder. "I like you being Shawn..."
"Well, being Shawn has gotten me this far in life. I suppose Shawn's not that bad a guy..." he grinned.
"He's not!" Abigail sat beside him. "If he was, he couldn't make me weak in the knees with just a grin..." she stuck her tongue out at him.'
"Like this?" he flashed his notorious grin.
"SHAWN!" she pushed him. "Don't do that! That's not fair!"
"What's not fair? The fact that I can make you turn into jello?" he asked.
"Yes," she pouted. "Hey...are you hungry?"
"Kinda," Shawn shrugged. "Why?"
"Wanna go downstairs and make something to eat?" Abigail asked. "All Jeffrey can cook is chicken cordon bleu, or else I'd ask him, but I've had chicken cordon bleu enough in my lifetime..."
Shawn laughed. "Sure," he replied, standing up. "What are we gonna make?"
"That depends, what are you in the mood for?" she stood up too.
"Why do you think I asked you?" he asked.
Abigail shook her head. "How about pizza?" she asked, throwing her hair into a messy bun.
"Sure," he fixed his bandage.
Abigail walked down the stairs, to see Jeffrey, dusting a statue. "Jeffrey, we're gonna make a pizza. You want some?" she asked.
"No thank you..." Jeffrey looked bored.
"How long has it been since he's had a day off?" Shawn asked Abigail, in a whisper.
"Oh, God..." she thought about it for a second, then said, "About a year...you think I should give him the night off?"
"It'd be a nice gesture..." Shawn shrugged. "I'm sure he'd appreciate it..."
"Hey, Jeffrey..." Abigail smiled. "Would you like the night off?"
Jeffrey looked shocked. "But, Miss McDaniel, who'll stay here with you?" he asked.
"Shawn will, right Shawn?" she looked at him.
"Yeah, of course!" Shawn smiled. "You deserve a night off, man..." he slyly walked up to Jeffrey. "You can go to Broadway, scope out some of the rich babes...who knows, maybe you'll come back with a new girlfriend..."
Abigail laughed. "Yeah," she said. "Go out, have some fun!"
"Are you sure?" Jeffrey asked.
"Oh yeah, definitely!" Shawn grinned. "You need some you time..."
"Well, ok..." Jeffrey put the duster down. "I'll be back tomorrow..." he didn't even bother to change, and just walked out the door.
Shawn laughed. "That was pretty cool..."
"Now, about that pizza..." Abigail walked into the kitchen. "Crust, sauce, cheese, pepperoni, want anything else, Shawn?"
"Mushrooms and bacon?" he asked.
"Ok," Abigail took out the mushrooms and the bacon bits. "You get started flattening, while I slice up the mushrooms, ok? Here's the flour to put on it..." she took out a couple mushrooms.
As soon as she started slicing a mushroom, Shawn took it upon himself to start a food fight. "Have some pizza sauce!" he shouted, chucking a handful at her.
She scoffed. "Shawn!" she reached for the first available food item to throw at him. "Ah, flour!" she took a handful, and threw it at Shawn.
"Oh, that's it..." Shawn sneezed. "You're done!" he lifted the huge jar of pizza sauce over Abigail's head.
"No!" she took a step back. "Ha!"
Shawn lowered the jar down, and threw more sauce at her, as though he was emptying out a bucket outside. "Take that!"
"AAH!" Abigail was dripping with sauce. "Shawn!" she screamed. "Uh oh...but now you're outta ammo!" she grabbed a handful of flour.
Shawn pushed her hand toward her, making her throw the whole bag of flour at herself. "Why'd you do that?" he asked her, innocently.
Abigail spit out flour. "Gross!" she reached for the fridge door, to get something else to throw at him. "Hmmm..." she grabbed a container of chocolate syrup, and a can of whipped cream. "Beg for forgiveness...and it had better be good, too!"
"Uh..." Shawn thought for a second. "Abigail is the best person in the world, and I know she would NEVER throw chocolate syrup and whipped cream at me?" he tried.
"Nah, not good enough..." she attacked Shawn with the whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
"UNCLE! UNCLE!" he shouted. "Come on, Abigail! I said uncle!"
"Ok, ok, I was just having fun..." she stuck her tongue out. She stood up, and as soon as her back had straightened, Shawn stole her can of whipped cream.
"Ha!" he shouted. "Now what are you gonna go?"
She slid on the ground, where pizza sauce had dripped off of her. "I'm gonna..." she thought. "Throw cheese at you!" she grabbed the bag of cheese. "Ooh, a cheese sundae!" she laughed.
Shawn put down the can of whipped cream, and wrapped his arms around Abigail. "You look even prettier with pizza sauce and flour dripping off you..." he ran his fingers through her hair.
"And that chocolate syrup compliments your eyes..." she stuck out her tongue. "Shawn...what are you going to wear?" she asked.
He hadn't thought of that. "I have no idea..."
She sat in bed, in her pink, heart pajamas, and wrote in her diary.
***
Dear Diary;
Hey. I'm just going to get straight to the point, today. I miss Shawn. I miss our conversations, and I miss the way he makes me feel. But, then, I don't miss the times he makes me feel invisible. I want him to love me like he loves Angela. But, that'll never happen. I just want him to he'd call me. Just to have contact. I could be dead, and he wouldn't know. He hasn't even made an attempt to call me. And damn it, I'm about to go crazy.
I have to say this somewhere, before I go insane. I have fallen completely, totally, utterly and fully in love with Shawn Patrick Hunter. For God's sake, I was sitting with him in the hospital, imagining how my name would sound, if I married him. Abigail Autumn McDaniel-Hunter...it sounds nice. Angela...whatever...Moore-Hunter. No. I don't like that. I need help. I'm outta here. See ya.
Abigail
***
She sighed, as she closed her diary, and walked to the kitchen. "Anything good for dinner, Jeffrey?" Abigail asked the butler.
"Yes, we have chicken cordon bleu for you, Miss McDaniel." Jeffrey, Abigail's butler, explained to her.
"Thanks, Jeffrey," Abigail sat at the table. She'd been eating chicken cordon bleu for the past three weeks, but hadn't said anything, to be polite.
***
Shawn sat on his couch, in his gray sweatpants, thinking about Abigail and Angela. He hadn't talked to Abigail in three days, and was getting lonely and bored. He wanted to call her, but he was afraid she was avoiding him. He tried to sort everything out in his head, only to confuse himself more. He leaned back, and stared at the TV. "What am I going to do?" he asked himself, out loud. "I men, I get this feeling as soon as I give myself to Abigail, Angela will come home. I don't ever want to hurt Abigail. She's way too amazing. I don't know..." he sighed. "I'm gonna call her..."
***
Abigail looked around the dining room, miserably. She'd be fine, she just had to get over Shawn. Just as she sat down, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Jeffrey answered. "Oh, no, I'm sorry, Miss McDaniel isn't taking calls right now. May I ask who is calling please?" he paused to write a name down. "Ok, Master...Hunter? Just tell her...it was...Shawn?"
Abigail jumped up. "WAIT Jeffrey. I'll take this one! Hold on!"
"Ok, Miss McDaniel." Jeffrey answered. "Just a moment, she'll take your call." He told Shawn.
Abigail ran up the stairs, and picked up her phone. "Ok, Jeffrey, you can hang up now." She told him, then waited for the click of the downstairs phone hanging up. "Shawn?" Abigail asked, after the heard the click.
"Hey, Abigail." Shawn sounded lonely. "Where have you been lately?"
"Waiting for you to call me..." she spoke softly. "I thought Angela had come back, and I was just a memory..."
"No way." Shawn explained. "I've been sitting in the house, hoping you'd call me."
Abigail frowned. She didn't want to give in to temptation, but she had to. "Shawn, would you like to come over?" she asked.
Shawn smiled. "I'd love to." He missed Abigail terribly. "I'll be over in a few minutes, ok?" he asked.
"Sure," she smiled. It was nice to have him so happy to see her, but she knew when he saw Angela, his reaction would be a million times that. "I'll see you in a few, ok?"
"See ya!" Shawn seemed overjoyed. He changed out of his sweatpants, into baggy, black jeans, an army green, short sleeved, button-up shirt, tan work boots, and his favorite silver chain. He put his silver watch on his right wrist, since his left hand was still in bandages. He quickly ran a comb through his hair, then, let it fall into a messy part. He sprayed on some cologne, grabbed his leather jacket, shut off the TV and lights, and walked out the door.
***
Abigail sat on the bed for a few seconds after getting of the phone with Shawn. "What did I just do? I gave in..." she sighed to herself. She stood up and walked to the stairs. "JEFFREY...Shawn is coming over!" she yelled down the stairs.
"Ok, Miss McDaniel. Do you want me to call you when he gets here?" Jeffrey asked.
"Nah, just send him up here. Tell him to knock though..." Abigail walked back into her room, and fished through her closet for a good outfit. A green, flowered peasant top, flared blue jeans, with the bottoms covered in beaded roses, and a pair of chunky black boots, with a silver flame pattern coming up the side. That'd do. She tossed her hair into two braids, put on some raspberry-rain body spray, clasped on her silver heart locket, and waited on her bed for Shawn.
***
About ten minutes had passed, when Jeffrey paged Abigail's intercom. "Shawn Hunter is on his way upstairs to see you, Miss McDaniel."
Abigail sighed, but flashed a smile. "Send him up..." she turned on the TV, and waited for Shawn to come up the stairs.
Shawn knocked on her door. "Abigail?"
"Coming..." she walked to the door. She opened the door, and led Shawn in. "Welcome to my humble...room..." she laughed.
Shawn looked around. "This is nice..." he felt out of place. Abigail had everything in one room that he had in his whole apartment. As a matter of fact, her room was the size of his apartment.
"Thanks...have a seat..." she told him. "Make yourself comfortable..."
Shawn felt out of place. "Thanks..." he sat on the love seat.
"You look uncomfortable..." Abigail tilted her head to the side a little. "What's wrong?"
"I feel out of place here..." Shawn laughed. "Little trailor boy, hanging out with the beautiful rich girl?"
"Oh, please..." Abigail smiled at Shawn. "For one, you're not a trailor boy. The stereotypical 'trailor boy' wouldn't WANT to hang out with the rich girl. Well, maybe they'd want to, but they wouldn't be caught dead hanging with her."
"This is true..." Shawn grinned. "Most of the people I knew back at the trailor-park made fun of people like you..."
"That's what I thought. Second of all, you're not rude. You're very polite and considerate." Abigail told him. "And third, you don't live in a trailor anymore."
"Ah, so now I'm apartment boy?" he asked, with a chuckle.
"No," she shook her head, and laughed a little. "You're Shawn..." she sat beside him.
"Oh, I don't wanna be that..." he shook his head.
"Yes!" she shoved his shoulder. "I like you being Shawn..."
"Well, being Shawn has gotten me this far in life. I suppose Shawn's not that bad a guy..." he grinned.
"He's not!" Abigail sat beside him. "If he was, he couldn't make me weak in the knees with just a grin..." she stuck her tongue out at him.'
"Like this?" he flashed his notorious grin.
"SHAWN!" she pushed him. "Don't do that! That's not fair!"
"What's not fair? The fact that I can make you turn into jello?" he asked.
"Yes," she pouted. "Hey...are you hungry?"
"Kinda," Shawn shrugged. "Why?"
"Wanna go downstairs and make something to eat?" Abigail asked. "All Jeffrey can cook is chicken cordon bleu, or else I'd ask him, but I've had chicken cordon bleu enough in my lifetime..."
Shawn laughed. "Sure," he replied, standing up. "What are we gonna make?"
"That depends, what are you in the mood for?" she stood up too.
"Why do you think I asked you?" he asked.
Abigail shook her head. "How about pizza?" she asked, throwing her hair into a messy bun.
"Sure," he fixed his bandage.
Abigail walked down the stairs, to see Jeffrey, dusting a statue. "Jeffrey, we're gonna make a pizza. You want some?" she asked.
"No thank you..." Jeffrey looked bored.
"How long has it been since he's had a day off?" Shawn asked Abigail, in a whisper.
"Oh, God..." she thought about it for a second, then said, "About a year...you think I should give him the night off?"
"It'd be a nice gesture..." Shawn shrugged. "I'm sure he'd appreciate it..."
"Hey, Jeffrey..." Abigail smiled. "Would you like the night off?"
Jeffrey looked shocked. "But, Miss McDaniel, who'll stay here with you?" he asked.
"Shawn will, right Shawn?" she looked at him.
"Yeah, of course!" Shawn smiled. "You deserve a night off, man..." he slyly walked up to Jeffrey. "You can go to Broadway, scope out some of the rich babes...who knows, maybe you'll come back with a new girlfriend..."
Abigail laughed. "Yeah," she said. "Go out, have some fun!"
"Are you sure?" Jeffrey asked.
"Oh yeah, definitely!" Shawn grinned. "You need some you time..."
"Well, ok..." Jeffrey put the duster down. "I'll be back tomorrow..." he didn't even bother to change, and just walked out the door.
Shawn laughed. "That was pretty cool..."
"Now, about that pizza..." Abigail walked into the kitchen. "Crust, sauce, cheese, pepperoni, want anything else, Shawn?"
"Mushrooms and bacon?" he asked.
"Ok," Abigail took out the mushrooms and the bacon bits. "You get started flattening, while I slice up the mushrooms, ok? Here's the flour to put on it..." she took out a couple mushrooms.
As soon as she started slicing a mushroom, Shawn took it upon himself to start a food fight. "Have some pizza sauce!" he shouted, chucking a handful at her.
She scoffed. "Shawn!" she reached for the first available food item to throw at him. "Ah, flour!" she took a handful, and threw it at Shawn.
"Oh, that's it..." Shawn sneezed. "You're done!" he lifted the huge jar of pizza sauce over Abigail's head.
"No!" she took a step back. "Ha!"
Shawn lowered the jar down, and threw more sauce at her, as though he was emptying out a bucket outside. "Take that!"
"AAH!" Abigail was dripping with sauce. "Shawn!" she screamed. "Uh oh...but now you're outta ammo!" she grabbed a handful of flour.
Shawn pushed her hand toward her, making her throw the whole bag of flour at herself. "Why'd you do that?" he asked her, innocently.
Abigail spit out flour. "Gross!" she reached for the fridge door, to get something else to throw at him. "Hmmm..." she grabbed a container of chocolate syrup, and a can of whipped cream. "Beg for forgiveness...and it had better be good, too!"
"Uh..." Shawn thought for a second. "Abigail is the best person in the world, and I know she would NEVER throw chocolate syrup and whipped cream at me?" he tried.
"Nah, not good enough..." she attacked Shawn with the whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
"UNCLE! UNCLE!" he shouted. "Come on, Abigail! I said uncle!"
"Ok, ok, I was just having fun..." she stuck her tongue out. She stood up, and as soon as her back had straightened, Shawn stole her can of whipped cream.
"Ha!" he shouted. "Now what are you gonna go?"
She slid on the ground, where pizza sauce had dripped off of her. "I'm gonna..." she thought. "Throw cheese at you!" she grabbed the bag of cheese. "Ooh, a cheese sundae!" she laughed.
Shawn put down the can of whipped cream, and wrapped his arms around Abigail. "You look even prettier with pizza sauce and flour dripping off you..." he ran his fingers through her hair.
"And that chocolate syrup compliments your eyes..." she stuck out her tongue. "Shawn...what are you going to wear?" she asked.
He hadn't thought of that. "I have no idea..."