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Anyway, here's chapter 16. Hope you all like it. R&R, please! :o)

Chapter 16.

The confusion in her voice was mirrored on her face for a moment, followed by a look of vague comprehension, turning suddenly into one of complete and utter shock. She opened her mouth, shut it, opened it again, and the look of shock was slowly replaced by one of understanding.

"Abby?" she asked quietly. I nodded, opened my eyes properly, and looked at her, silently begging her to react. She nodded slowly for a long time, without speaking. It might have been less than a minute, I don't know. But it felt like hours. I couldn't take it.

"Well say something then! Talk to me. Ask me something. Yell at me. Cry, if you like! But do something." She let out a short laugh.

"I'm not going to cry. Or yell at you, for that matter. Why would I?" I didn't have an answer to that one. "It's just a... bit of a surprise, Kristy," her voice changed to a mutter, "I don't know why." I felt my eyes widen, and when she realised that she'd said that last part out loud, Nannie looked up again and grinned apologetically. "Oh, come on. It shouldn't surprise me. I mean, I know you've dated, but it was never serious with the boys, was it? You never really saw them as romances?

"No." I shook my head and blushed slightly.

"But it is serious now?"

"I think so." She returned to her slow nodding, and this time I kept quiet. I could see that she was trying to think. She faced me suddenly.

"Does being with Abby make you happy? Are you sure this isn't just... experimentation?"

"Yes," I replied immediately. "To both."

"Then I'm happy for you." She answered simply. I searched her face for something, anything to contradict what she was saying. I found nothing. She smiled at me, gave me a big hug, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

We chatted for a while, and I told her how scared I'd been to tell anyone, especially the family. She nodded sympathetically, but I could tell what she was thinking.

"You think I should tell Mum and Watson, don't you."

"I don't think they'd react as badly as you think they might." She admitted. "I don't think they'd mind, as long as you were happy, which – it's fairly obvious – you are. They might be surprised. Shocked, even, at first. But they'd get over it."

"I don't want them to know yet." She hugged me again.

"Nobody but you is going to tell them," she assured me, "when you change your mind, I'll be there. One hundred per cent behind you. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now, what do you say we go home?"

"I'd love to." As we readjusted our seatbelts and Nannie started up the car, I realised that I felt literally as if something large and heavy had been lifted off of my chest. I was also absolutely exhausted.