By: the reba 08
Comments: WOOT! NO MORE FINALS FOR THIS YEAR! dances I am so happy! Well, let me get started typing Chapter holds up three fingers 3!
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Chapter Three
"This is not how I expected to spend my day, ya know?"
King said to Abby as the walk down the local mall. Abby smirked with a sigh as she shook her head at him.
"I thought today was going to happen as followed: have breakfast, work out, watch my soap while eating lunch, run around the block, eat dinner, and then teach you the Hannibal King's way to do the 'Horizontal Mambo.'"
He wiggled his eyebrow at the last stated. Abby stopped walking and just stared at him. He laughed at her expression on her face. She quickly cleared her face and continued walking. She cleared her thought.
"Well, I wasn't planning on going shopping OR letting you teach me . . . but any how, we have to get some new outfits for when we go see your family."
"Like I said earlier, what is wrong with the ones we got?" King asked.
Abby raised her eyebrow at him. He thought about it for a second. "I guess you're right, but I am totally keeping my orange jacket."
Abby rolled her eyes as she grabbed King's arm. "Come on, I don't want to be here all day."
"What is taking you so long, Abs?"
King moaned as he held four bags filled with articles of clothing. Today was a day for him to see the sides of Abigail Whistler he had never seen of her. He saw the defenseless side and now, he was experiencing the shopping-chick side. Of the two sides, this one really freaked him out.
"One second, King."
He sighed as he waited for her to come out of the dressing room. He looked in the bags wondering if she had bought new bras and panties he could get a look at. He frowned when he couldn't find any in the first bag. King began to look through the second bag when he heard a cough. He looked up to see Abby.
"You like this?"
She was wearing a black pleated tunic with white polka dots and with a lace trim that tied in the back. The pants she had one were jeans that looked faded from the top to about three inches below her knee with a hole above her right knee.
"Well? Is that blank stare good or bad?"
Abby put her hands on her hips and waited for King to join her back and reality. He sapped out of it as quick as he could as he continued to stare.
"That . . . that looks . . . wow . . . um . . . nice?"
She chuckled at his embracement as she turned back to the dressing room.
"This is the last outfit, okay King?"
He grinned as he brought his arm back.
"YES!"
She rolled her eyes at his childish behavior. But that was Hannibal King for ya.
Abby walked into the living holding two yogurts in her hands as she handed on to King as he stared his lap top.
"Did you order the tickets?"
They decided to fly to Canada and then take a taxi to his parent's home. She opened her vanilla yogurt as he dipped the spoon into it. He looked over at her.
"Just did. You happy, Miss Whistler?"
She smiled as she took the spoon full of yogurt into her mouth. Abby nodded as King took his yogurt and sighed. She frowned and swallowed the yogurt in her mouth. She put the spoon in the cup and looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"You are eating MY yogurt."
King said with a smile as he took a spoon for of the yogurt she had given him. Abby punched him in the arm for his comment.
"King! Seriously, something is bugging you."
He nodded and put the yogurt on the coffee table.
"What if they forgot about me, Abigail? What if they moved on with their lives because they have to except the false fact – that to them, I am dead."
Abby looked down. She put her yogurt next to his and looked him straight in the eyes.
"No one could forget you, King. Trust me on that."
She smiled and picked his cheek, which cause him to lightly smile.
"You're right."
"I'm always right. Come on, let's finish these and then finish packing"
King smiled.
"Yes, Boss"
Comments: I hope that is a good enough ending for ya! I am just so happy I got my finals out of the way and then this weekend is a three-day weekend! Another, WOOT! Maybe I'll get Chapter Four up also. That is MY goal.
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