Abby woke up the next morning and her head hurt so much that it felt like a
semi drove at her face. She instinctively reached up to touch the gash on
her head. It wasn't really that bad of a gash, maybe not even a gash. Cut
would be a better term. Nonetheless it felt like it had before. She got up
out of bed, and padded her way down the hall to the bathroom.
When she got there, she discovered the door was locked and she could hear the shower running.
"Seth! Get out, now. You are such a bathroom hog. You are always in there when I need something. How long does it take to shower anyway?" She pounded on the door. The sound of the water stopped.
"Actually, I counted once and it takes me seventeen minutes and thirty seconds, give or take a second or two." Seth emerged not from the bathroom, but from his room. "That's about 2.5 minutes more than the usual man." He smiled.
"If you're not in there, then who is?" She pointed at the door and blushed. Her question was answered as Ryan opened the door to the bathroom.
"Sorry," Was his only reply. She became so flushed now that she ran into the bathroom and shut the door. She popped some pills into her mouth, and washed them down with some water. She didn't want to go out there yet because Ryan was probably still there. What was she gonna do? She decided to take a shower.
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Saturday afternoon was lazy as usual at the Cohen house. Seth sat on the couch reading the latest issue of some random "graphic novel." Abby was making herself some lunch. She grabbed a few carrots and a little vegetable dip, and plopped them on the side of her whole wheat ham sandwich. She grabbed flavored water from the fridge and sat down on the couch across from Seth.
"What'cha reading?" She asked gnawing on a carrot. He looked up a little disoriented.
"Just a "comic book", as you heathen folk like to call them. Why?"
"I was just wondering. Can't a girl be interested in her brother's life?"
"Well, I suppose. But as siblings go, we've never been very um---Mary Kate and Ashley, if you know what I mean?"
"Well, maybe not that much, but we are pretty good, right?"
"Sure." He smiled. "We've had some good times?"
"So I was thinking, there is this party tonight---I kinda wanna go. But I need your help getting out of the house. You could either actually come, or you could just say we are going to see an IMAX." She casually took a bit of her sandwich.
"You actually think I'm going to help you get out of here? You shouldn't be out anywhere with that injury you sustained the last time we were out. You are trippin' if you think I'm gonna assist you in that little scheme." He buried his head back in the "graphic novel."
"I'm trippin'? What are you the next eminem?"
"I'm just tryin' to use some lingo to spice things up a bit, so sue me." He made a face at her. "Besides, Mom and Dad would never let me take you anywhere right now."
"So you won't help me?"
"No." He replied.
"Fine. I'll just stay home and be bored all night."
"Have a good time!" Seth replied as she stormed off.
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Dressed in her newest outfit and all painted up, Abigail threw a handful of aspirin down her throat and climbed clumsily out the bathroom window.
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"Dude, what do you wanna do?"
"I don't know." Ryan answered. Seth and Ryan sat very bored in the living room of the Cohen's home.
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Abigail casually chatted with the people at the party. She was younger than most of them, but that didn't bother her. She enjoyed the party life, and nothing was gonna stop her from that. Not her age difference, not Seth, not her parents, and not some stupid headache.
"So what's up, Summer?" She asked approaching the girl.
"Nothing, good party?"
"Yeah, it's good."
"What is with that nasty gash on your forehead?" Summer asked in disgust. Just then Seth showed up.
"Hey Abby," he started and then "casually" noticed Summer. "Oh, hey Summer. Enjoying the party?"
"Who is this, Abby?" She pointed to Seth.
"Ah---Seth is my brother. You know. Seth Cohen?" Abby was sick of her ignoring Seth.
"Oh. Whatever."
"You know what---I'm feeling kind of dizzy. I'm just gonna sit down for a -- -" With those words, Abby began her descent to the floor. Summer screamed and Seth caught her just barely in his arms.
"Abby. Abby! Can you hear me?" Seth yelled at her. There was no response. He looked up at Summer. "Call 9-1-1!" Summer looked freaked, but pulled out her cell phone and dialed.
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"How do you think she is?"
"I'm not sure, Summer." Summer looked down at the floor. "You know you don't have to stay."
"I know." Summer replied. The two sat a seat apart in the hospital waiting room. Their parents had been called, and now the only thing left to do was wait.
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When she got there, she discovered the door was locked and she could hear the shower running.
"Seth! Get out, now. You are such a bathroom hog. You are always in there when I need something. How long does it take to shower anyway?" She pounded on the door. The sound of the water stopped.
"Actually, I counted once and it takes me seventeen minutes and thirty seconds, give or take a second or two." Seth emerged not from the bathroom, but from his room. "That's about 2.5 minutes more than the usual man." He smiled.
"If you're not in there, then who is?" She pointed at the door and blushed. Her question was answered as Ryan opened the door to the bathroom.
"Sorry," Was his only reply. She became so flushed now that she ran into the bathroom and shut the door. She popped some pills into her mouth, and washed them down with some water. She didn't want to go out there yet because Ryan was probably still there. What was she gonna do? She decided to take a shower.
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Saturday afternoon was lazy as usual at the Cohen house. Seth sat on the couch reading the latest issue of some random "graphic novel." Abby was making herself some lunch. She grabbed a few carrots and a little vegetable dip, and plopped them on the side of her whole wheat ham sandwich. She grabbed flavored water from the fridge and sat down on the couch across from Seth.
"What'cha reading?" She asked gnawing on a carrot. He looked up a little disoriented.
"Just a "comic book", as you heathen folk like to call them. Why?"
"I was just wondering. Can't a girl be interested in her brother's life?"
"Well, I suppose. But as siblings go, we've never been very um---Mary Kate and Ashley, if you know what I mean?"
"Well, maybe not that much, but we are pretty good, right?"
"Sure." He smiled. "We've had some good times?"
"So I was thinking, there is this party tonight---I kinda wanna go. But I need your help getting out of the house. You could either actually come, or you could just say we are going to see an IMAX." She casually took a bit of her sandwich.
"You actually think I'm going to help you get out of here? You shouldn't be out anywhere with that injury you sustained the last time we were out. You are trippin' if you think I'm gonna assist you in that little scheme." He buried his head back in the "graphic novel."
"I'm trippin'? What are you the next eminem?"
"I'm just tryin' to use some lingo to spice things up a bit, so sue me." He made a face at her. "Besides, Mom and Dad would never let me take you anywhere right now."
"So you won't help me?"
"No." He replied.
"Fine. I'll just stay home and be bored all night."
"Have a good time!" Seth replied as she stormed off.
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Dressed in her newest outfit and all painted up, Abigail threw a handful of aspirin down her throat and climbed clumsily out the bathroom window.
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"Dude, what do you wanna do?"
"I don't know." Ryan answered. Seth and Ryan sat very bored in the living room of the Cohen's home.
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Abigail casually chatted with the people at the party. She was younger than most of them, but that didn't bother her. She enjoyed the party life, and nothing was gonna stop her from that. Not her age difference, not Seth, not her parents, and not some stupid headache.
"So what's up, Summer?" She asked approaching the girl.
"Nothing, good party?"
"Yeah, it's good."
"What is with that nasty gash on your forehead?" Summer asked in disgust. Just then Seth showed up.
"Hey Abby," he started and then "casually" noticed Summer. "Oh, hey Summer. Enjoying the party?"
"Who is this, Abby?" She pointed to Seth.
"Ah---Seth is my brother. You know. Seth Cohen?" Abby was sick of her ignoring Seth.
"Oh. Whatever."
"You know what---I'm feeling kind of dizzy. I'm just gonna sit down for a -- -" With those words, Abby began her descent to the floor. Summer screamed and Seth caught her just barely in his arms.
"Abby. Abby! Can you hear me?" Seth yelled at her. There was no response. He looked up at Summer. "Call 9-1-1!" Summer looked freaked, but pulled out her cell phone and dialed.
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"How do you think she is?"
"I'm not sure, Summer." Summer looked down at the floor. "You know you don't have to stay."
"I know." Summer replied. The two sat a seat apart in the hospital waiting room. Their parents had been called, and now the only thing left to do was wait.
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