Chapter 3: Monday Night
Glenn was taken care of, now what to wear? Abby frantically searches through her closet, throwing clothing out while trying to look for something to wear. She finds a pair of denim shorts and throws them on over her bikini. Damn, where is that tank top? She thinks. She finds it on her bed and throws it on, and runs out of the house. Just as she closes the door, her three friends appear.
"Hey Susan, Deb, Lizzie," she says, running out to greet them while throwing a beach towel over her shoulder.
"Wow your ready," Deb says amazed.
"What? I'm not always late."
"Yes you are," Elizabeth says.
"Yep, they're right," Susan confirms. Abby rolls her eyes as they start to walk to the beach, their flip flops flopping and towels waving with the slight breeze.
I can see you-
Your
brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby…
Carter spots the girls and walks over to them. They are all sitting on beach chairs sunglasses on and happily roasting in the sun.
"Hey girls!" Carter says a little too cheerfully.
"Think we should answer him?" Susan asks, looking over at Abby and lowering her sunglasses.
"Nah. Let's just ignore him." Abby says to annoy Carter because she knows he can hear them. Carter gives her a look and she decides to sit up. He's holding volleyball and she can see that a few of his friends are over by one of the volleyball courts. "Come on, lets go," she says motioning to her friends. Susan, Deb and Lizzie lazily get up off of their beach chairs.
They run over to the volleyball court where Luka and some of Carter's other friends are waiting impatiently. They divide up into two teams and get set up. Carter sets up the ball. Lizzie comes up and spikes it over. They cheer and hand out high fives, having just won the serve. Abby goes and serves the ball. It soars high through the air and over the net. "Wow, nice serve," Carter says subconsciously. Everyone notices, but they don't say anything. Abby just smiles. They hit the ball back and forth a little more, and the game goes on- although Carter does get distracted every once in a while staring at Abby.
"Come on Lizzie!" Abby screams. They needed one more point to win the game. Elizabeth looks up, the down at the ball, and then serves. The ball sails over the net to the other team. Susan sets it up, and Luka spikes it, sending the ball down hard over the net. Abby runs over and dives, sending the ball back up again before it hits the ground. Carter runs over and spikes it back over the net, winning the game. The team starts cheering and Carter joins in the celebrating, until he looks over to Abby, who has a pained expression on her fast and is holding her wrist.
He walks over and asks her what happened, and she explains that she hurt it when she dived and hit the ball up. "Okay," Carter says, looking at her wrist. "Let's go get that wrapped up." The two walk off to go get Abby's wrist fixed up while the other's start a new game.
The person at the first aid station told them it was probably just a sprain, and he wrapped up Abby's wrist with an ace bandage. Once done, they thank him and decide to go for a walk. They debate whether or not to go back to the volleyball game, but decide to take a walk along the beach because Abby couldn't play volleyball with her wrist.
The sun is setting, and the sky is a beautiful shade of reds and pinks and oranges. "We should probably be getting back," Abby says. They walk along the beach some more, holding hands.
"Come on," Carter says, pulling her along some more. Their walking quickens to a run, Abby still holding on to Carter with her good hand. Their feet step on the warm sand, now getting cooler as the sun goes down.
"Where are we going?" she asks.
"You'll see!" he says smirking, as he continues to lead the way. Abby just follows, clueless as to what Carter is up too.
They finally reach their destination- a small secluded alcove a small distance away from the ocean. "Carter," she starts to say, but he puts her finger over her mouth.
"Don't say anything just yet," he says, before leaning down to kiss her.
Their lips part. "John-" she starts to say, but he stops her.
"Abby, I love you, I've always had," he whispers. She looks up into his eyes, and then kisses him, but this time more passionately. They fall to the floor of the alcove, which has a blanket neatly placed on it, still kissing.