Chapter 3: You Can't Always Have What You Want

Luka awoke to the sound of Susan clattering around in the kitchen. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and stretched out, letting his back click. He let out a gentle sigh of pleasure before searching the room for the
disguarded dressing gown Susan had given him the night before. He finally spotted it and climbed out of her bed, picking it up and wrapping it around himself. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror and let out a small laugh as he entered the kitchen.

She was cooking bacon in a pan and smiled as she saw him. He padded over to her and leaned over her shoulder, to inspect her cooking ability further.
Wow, you'd make a great housewife She let out a laugh.
Somehow I really don't think so She motioned to the mess and general state of chaos the apartment was in before continuing, Anyway how was the bed?
Don't you think I should be asking how the sofa was?
Yeah, you should.
You could have had the bed, I should have taken the sofa
No, it's fine- honestly. And I needed to test it. It seems you were correct- I need a new sofa!
Ah- I told you so, you want any help finding one? Susan turned to face him and smiled, nodding in agreement.


Luka opened the door and went inside, turning briefly to make sure Susan was still behind him. He smiled at her and proceeded to lead the way into his apartment. He laughed as she cracked a joke and turned to face her, walking backwards into the living room. She was smiling until they reached the room, where her face changed expression drastically.
Uh, Luka- She motioned towards the sofa and he spun quickly on his heels, there in front of him sat Abby, forcing a smile.
Hey Luka. His heart missed a beat and the room began to spin- why was she here? What did she want? Why now why so late?
He felt Susan's warm hand on his arm, I better go
Oh wait- don't go on my account, I'll go, it looks like a bad time anyway Abby blushed slightly as Susan headed towards the door.
No really Abby, you stay, you guys have, uh, stuff, to deal with. Bye Luka, thanks for last night. I had fun. Luka wanted to hold onto her so dearly right then, make her stay and tell Abby to go. But he was frozen to the spot, unable to say a word and before he knew she was out the door and out of his life.

He looked towards Abby. She was sour faced and pouting. Last night, ah, she was jealous. She thought that Luka and Susan had slept together, that they were together and she was jealous.

What did you do last night?
I stayed over her place Luka noticed Abby's suddenly raised eyebrows and smirked.
You did?
Yeah I did, how was your evening? Did you see Carter? When's the wedding? Abby stood up and reached out a hand to touch Luka with. She stroked his skin softy, touching him gently.

He paused, realising how angry his voice sounded, We didn't sleep together Abby, if that's what you're worried about. Were friends, I was upset so I went over to hers. It got late and she said I should just stay and go home in the morning- so I did
Why was she here? He sighed heavily, flopping onto the sofa.
We were about to go shopping
Abby let out a girlish laugh, Isn't that kind of- girly?
For a sofa.
What's wrong with this sofa, I like this sofa
For her. Abby's face dropped.
For her?
Yeah, is that a problem? Abby's face dropped again and she also sat, flopping gently down.
No, no- of course not, I just didn't realise you two were such great friends.
Yeah well. Lately we've been getting quite close. He paused. Actually Abby, I think you had better go. Carter will be wondering where you are-
He's working, all day Abby leant closer towards Luka, touching his face gently.
No Abby He pulled away, getting to his feet.

Go Abby, just go She got up reluctantly and headed for the door, Luka followed her. He stood and waited as she pulled it open.
Me and Carter, we'll never have what me and you had.
Abby, you and Carter have everything we didn't. He pushed a strand of stray blonde hair away from her face, sweeping it behind her ear. You love him. Don't throw this thing away over what-if's.
Thank you. She headed out of the apartment and into the corridor, turning just before Luka closed their door to speak. I really did love you.
I know. And with that she left. Luka waited until he heard the faint closing of the outside door before he slammed his own. He waited a few minutes, leaning against the back of the door for support before getting up in search of the phone.