When Things Change
Author's Note: This is a random fic that I thought up at about midnight when I couldn't sleep the night before my English literature exam. It's not brilliant coz I have geography definitions swimming around in my head and my hand is liable to cramp up at any moment (when that happens in an exam its annoying) So. . .basically just read but don't be too harsh on me if I've made little mistakes! This is just a stand-alone fic which I'm writing in-between exams, so I promise I'll update 'Matters of the Heart' soon!
Please R'n'R! Love Sarah xxx
Previously: This is set about six months after "The Letter." Since that evening outside The Lava Lounge, Abby and Carter's friendship has gone from strength to strength (Abby has been sober since that night)
Chapter One - When Things Change
I push open the door, laughing.
'So that was seriously your best Christmas?' I ask, turning to look at him as he closes the door. He nods, pulling his jacket off and sitting down on the couch. I do the same, flopping next to him. 'Wow. I'd hate to hear about your worst Christmas'
'My family don't really do that whole togetherness thing' he explains, looking down at his hands. 'Ever since Bobby died . . .none of them really seemed to care any more. Except Gamma of course. It wasn't the same though'
I catch a hint of sadness in his voice as he talks, and I know exactly why. Neither of us had the ideal childhood. I watch him open his mouth, hesitate for a moment and then close it again, looking back down. Eventually, he does speak.
'I guess. . .while everyone else was speculating about what they were going to get for Christmas, I was wondering whether my family would be together for Christmas' I catch the irony in his voice as he continues to stare downwards. 'Everyone thinks that because my family has money, life is perfect. But it's not' His voice catches on that last sentence, and my heart aches for him.
I reach out my hand to cup his face, turning it so that he's looking at me. The scene mirrors that night when we found out about Mark's death.
'You okay?' I whisper, looking at him. He nods. My feelings haven't changed in the past six months. If anything, they've grown stronger. This time, I don't hesitate. I know I'll regret it if I miss a second opportunity so I lean forward.
Our first kiss is gentle. Soft, and sort of hesitant. I think he's shocked as I pull away.
'Sorry' I whisper nervously.
'Don't be' he replies, catching my eye. I smile slightly.
'Actually I'm not sorry' I reply, getting a nervous laugh out of him. 'I. . .John I've wanted that to happen for a long time now and. . .' I curl my legs underneath me, fiddling with my necklace, something I always do when I'm nervous.
Have I taken things too far? Should I have risked our friendship? What happens if he doesn't feel the same way any more? Have I just lost the one person who means the most to me? I just want to make him happy, is that too much? He was talking about his family, and I could identify with that. I know we could be good together. . .couldn't we?
'Abby' John whispers, bringing me back to reality and taking hold of my hand. I watch as our fingers intertwine and eventually I dare to look up at him. I am surprised to find him smiling. 'You've talked, now let me yeah?' he asks softly. I nod silently.
'Okay. . .I'm not gonna deny you shocked me. But you know how I felt. . .how I feel about you. I think both of us deserve a little happiness, but the last six months have been amazing and I. . .don't want to loose that' I can hear the nervousness in his voice and I'm amazed that we were thinking the same things.
'We could be good together' I whisper. He looks right into my eyes at that point and I realise that there's no going back. We've just crossed a line in our relationship. Taken a massive step. A good step though, I'm sure of it.
Before I know what's happening, he leans forward, his lips brushing mine so softly I'm not sure it even happened.
'We're gonna be great'
The passion's there. I know it. The chemistry, the attraction, the friendship to base it all on. It's not forced. This is real. When things change. . .I never realised they could change for the better like this.
*****To Be Continued*****
Author's Note: This is a random fic that I thought up at about midnight when I couldn't sleep the night before my English literature exam. It's not brilliant coz I have geography definitions swimming around in my head and my hand is liable to cramp up at any moment (when that happens in an exam its annoying) So. . .basically just read but don't be too harsh on me if I've made little mistakes! This is just a stand-alone fic which I'm writing in-between exams, so I promise I'll update 'Matters of the Heart' soon!
Please R'n'R! Love Sarah xxx
Previously: This is set about six months after "The Letter." Since that evening outside The Lava Lounge, Abby and Carter's friendship has gone from strength to strength (Abby has been sober since that night)
Chapter One - When Things Change
I push open the door, laughing.
'So that was seriously your best Christmas?' I ask, turning to look at him as he closes the door. He nods, pulling his jacket off and sitting down on the couch. I do the same, flopping next to him. 'Wow. I'd hate to hear about your worst Christmas'
'My family don't really do that whole togetherness thing' he explains, looking down at his hands. 'Ever since Bobby died . . .none of them really seemed to care any more. Except Gamma of course. It wasn't the same though'
I catch a hint of sadness in his voice as he talks, and I know exactly why. Neither of us had the ideal childhood. I watch him open his mouth, hesitate for a moment and then close it again, looking back down. Eventually, he does speak.
'I guess. . .while everyone else was speculating about what they were going to get for Christmas, I was wondering whether my family would be together for Christmas' I catch the irony in his voice as he continues to stare downwards. 'Everyone thinks that because my family has money, life is perfect. But it's not' His voice catches on that last sentence, and my heart aches for him.
I reach out my hand to cup his face, turning it so that he's looking at me. The scene mirrors that night when we found out about Mark's death.
'You okay?' I whisper, looking at him. He nods. My feelings haven't changed in the past six months. If anything, they've grown stronger. This time, I don't hesitate. I know I'll regret it if I miss a second opportunity so I lean forward.
Our first kiss is gentle. Soft, and sort of hesitant. I think he's shocked as I pull away.
'Sorry' I whisper nervously.
'Don't be' he replies, catching my eye. I smile slightly.
'Actually I'm not sorry' I reply, getting a nervous laugh out of him. 'I. . .John I've wanted that to happen for a long time now and. . .' I curl my legs underneath me, fiddling with my necklace, something I always do when I'm nervous.
Have I taken things too far? Should I have risked our friendship? What happens if he doesn't feel the same way any more? Have I just lost the one person who means the most to me? I just want to make him happy, is that too much? He was talking about his family, and I could identify with that. I know we could be good together. . .couldn't we?
'Abby' John whispers, bringing me back to reality and taking hold of my hand. I watch as our fingers intertwine and eventually I dare to look up at him. I am surprised to find him smiling. 'You've talked, now let me yeah?' he asks softly. I nod silently.
'Okay. . .I'm not gonna deny you shocked me. But you know how I felt. . .how I feel about you. I think both of us deserve a little happiness, but the last six months have been amazing and I. . .don't want to loose that' I can hear the nervousness in his voice and I'm amazed that we were thinking the same things.
'We could be good together' I whisper. He looks right into my eyes at that point and I realise that there's no going back. We've just crossed a line in our relationship. Taken a massive step. A good step though, I'm sure of it.
Before I know what's happening, he leans forward, his lips brushing mine so softly I'm not sure it even happened.
'We're gonna be great'
The passion's there. I know it. The chemistry, the attraction, the friendship to base it all on. It's not forced. This is real. When things change. . .I never realised they could change for the better like this.
*****To Be Continued*****