Seth began hyperventilating. Disturbed by the sight he'd just witnessed he
made his way the other direction. It's too late though. Abigail had seen
him. She stopped "dancing" and rushed through the crowd to catch up with
him.
"Seth! What are you doing here?" She asked as she grabbed his shoulder. He turned abruptly looking down at her slightly.
"You asked me to come, didn't you?" He asked confused and distressed.
"Yeah, but you said no. You said you didn't want to hang out with these--- "pod people", as you called them." She made air quotes and gestured a bit with her hands.
"Well, Ryan convinced me. And plus, I came to watch out for you. Then I see you dancing like a cheap hooker. I can't watch that."
"Ryan's here?" She asked very interested.
"Yes, he's over talking with Marissa. And unfortunately I'm gonna have to go disappoint him, by telling him that I'm leaving." He grabbed his keys out of his pocket and walked over to the counter where Ryan and Marissa were talking. Abby followed him.
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"So, I didn't expect to see you here." Marissa smiled. Ryan just kind of stared back like he always did, deep in contemplation.
"Well, Abby mentioned this to Seth and then we talked about it. And you know how much I hate to miss a chance to be shunned." His sarcasm was not lost on her. They sipped their drinks. Luke was no doubt waiting around some corner to pounce on him, but he didn't care right now.
"Ryan. Buddy, I'm sorry. But we need to vamanos." Seth set down his keys on the counter.
"Why? I'm just having a conversation here. Can't you wait a while?" He replied. Seth began talking with his hands, explaining the whole situation with Abby. Meanwhile, Abby had tuned out her brothers' ramblings and quietly grabbed the keys from the counter.
She left the three friends, and headed out to the beamer. She'd just gotten her permit a few weeks ago, and she'd been out a few times. She was good enough to drive home.
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"Fine, let's go." Ryan caved. "I'll see you later, Marissa."
"Great!" Seth replied putting his hand down to grab his keys. He was stunned to find they were not there. "Where are my keys?" He asked.
"Ah---Abby took them a few minutes ago." Marissa replied taking another sip out of her cup.
"What? Oh crap! Come on Ryan." He turned and rushed his way through the crowd again. He made it to the curb just in time to see Abby heading down the street in the beamer. They didn't see her in action for long, because with in a few seconds the harsh sound of metal on metal echoed through the air. Seth threw a glance at Ryan and they both ran headlong towards the beamer.
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"Abby! Are you okay?" Seth opened the driver's door. She had hit her head on the steering wheel and her head was bleeding a little bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She touched her forehead, and noticed the blood. "Oh no!" She screamed.
"Abby, its okay. You're fine. Come on. Get out of the car." She obeyed Seth's instructions. He looked at Ryan. "Will you drive us home?" He nodded. Seth and Abby sat in the back, and he used a towel to stop her head from bleeding. He tried to console her about running the car into the tree. He couldn't imagine why she'd done that. All he knew is that he had to take the rap for it.
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"Seth! What are you doing here?" She asked as she grabbed his shoulder. He turned abruptly looking down at her slightly.
"You asked me to come, didn't you?" He asked confused and distressed.
"Yeah, but you said no. You said you didn't want to hang out with these--- "pod people", as you called them." She made air quotes and gestured a bit with her hands.
"Well, Ryan convinced me. And plus, I came to watch out for you. Then I see you dancing like a cheap hooker. I can't watch that."
"Ryan's here?" She asked very interested.
"Yes, he's over talking with Marissa. And unfortunately I'm gonna have to go disappoint him, by telling him that I'm leaving." He grabbed his keys out of his pocket and walked over to the counter where Ryan and Marissa were talking. Abby followed him.
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"So, I didn't expect to see you here." Marissa smiled. Ryan just kind of stared back like he always did, deep in contemplation.
"Well, Abby mentioned this to Seth and then we talked about it. And you know how much I hate to miss a chance to be shunned." His sarcasm was not lost on her. They sipped their drinks. Luke was no doubt waiting around some corner to pounce on him, but he didn't care right now.
"Ryan. Buddy, I'm sorry. But we need to vamanos." Seth set down his keys on the counter.
"Why? I'm just having a conversation here. Can't you wait a while?" He replied. Seth began talking with his hands, explaining the whole situation with Abby. Meanwhile, Abby had tuned out her brothers' ramblings and quietly grabbed the keys from the counter.
She left the three friends, and headed out to the beamer. She'd just gotten her permit a few weeks ago, and she'd been out a few times. She was good enough to drive home.
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"Fine, let's go." Ryan caved. "I'll see you later, Marissa."
"Great!" Seth replied putting his hand down to grab his keys. He was stunned to find they were not there. "Where are my keys?" He asked.
"Ah---Abby took them a few minutes ago." Marissa replied taking another sip out of her cup.
"What? Oh crap! Come on Ryan." He turned and rushed his way through the crowd again. He made it to the curb just in time to see Abby heading down the street in the beamer. They didn't see her in action for long, because with in a few seconds the harsh sound of metal on metal echoed through the air. Seth threw a glance at Ryan and they both ran headlong towards the beamer.
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"Abby! Are you okay?" Seth opened the driver's door. She had hit her head on the steering wheel and her head was bleeding a little bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She touched her forehead, and noticed the blood. "Oh no!" She screamed.
"Abby, its okay. You're fine. Come on. Get out of the car." She obeyed Seth's instructions. He looked at Ryan. "Will you drive us home?" He nodded. Seth and Abby sat in the back, and he used a towel to stop her head from bleeding. He tried to console her about running the car into the tree. He couldn't imagine why she'd done that. All he knew is that he had to take the rap for it.
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