Okay, so I know I haven't updated in a while. But I got the idea for this story and it was all that I had the motivation to do. I hope you like it. It's set in season 8, pre- lockdown.
Abby's POV
We went to a club. I know, I know. It sounds really stupid. Like a bunch of college students. But we had just finished an excruciatingly long day, and maybe laughing and dancing was a good way to end it.
So there we were. Me, Mark, Elizabeth, Susan, Deb, Pratt, and Carter. Of course Carter. He's my best friend. I mean, he's probably the only thing I've had to laugh at in a really long time. God, I sound really stupid. Like one of those sentimental old maids without a life or any friends or any money. Well, I don't really have any money. But anyway… where was I?
Oh yeah, so we went to a club. The moment we walked in I sensed that we were raising the average age in there by at least ten years. I bet the college students were all staring. Not to mention Mark got puked on and didn't change his shirt.
The first thing on almost everybody's mind was a good strong drink. As hard as we tried, Carter and I couldn't get a coke in there.
So we went outside and looked for somewhere to get a drink. "Maybe there's a McDonalds around here somewhere," Carter said.
"Yeah," I threw back at him. "I bet you just want to go get some junk food."
"So?"
I laughed, and pulled him along the street
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We had our drinks and headed back to the club. It seemed like a short time, but we had been gone for over an hour when Susan called.
"That was actually fun," Carter said. "I can't think of a better person to be all drunk and crazy on root beer with."
I just rolled my eyes in a cynical manner, but inside I was actually laughing my head off.
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When we got back in we looked for our friends. Everyone seemed to be cutting it loose on the dance floor. "I guess we should go dance," Carter said. I looked up at him with a smirk.
"I don't think you should go around blinding people with your crazy dance moves."
"Shut up," he said. "For that I'm taking you onto that floor right now." Carter grabbed me and yanked me up off the chair. Just then, the song changed. It was one of those new songs with really heavy bass. All the people around us started doing some pretty crazy moves. Then again, I haven't been to a club in like… five years. You could say that things have changed a bit since then. It was… gross.
"Well now that we're here you'll have to try," Carter informed me. I gave him the look and turned to walk away. "No, wait." He caught my arm.
"Fine," I said. One song. That was it.
I allowed him to pull me close to him. Pretty close. Actually, closer than I'd been with a man in a long time. I laughed at myself.
"See, this isn't so bad, right?" I shrugged.
Just then, the music sped up. People started… grinding. And I would have felt stupid if I was the only one not doing it. So I allowed Carter to place his hands on my hips and I shook off all of my good sense.
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"What are we doing?" Carter whispered in my ear. I looked up at him. Without us even noticing, his hands were roaming all over my body. I was grinding my butt right into his… well… something that probably shouldn't be so poky and… hard. But it felt right and I didn't want to stop. So I did the only thing I could think of. If turned to face him and planted a kiss on his chin, because that was as high as I could reach. He gazed down at me. And then we knew it was right. So this time he kissed me. On the lips. And it was probably the most amazing feeling ever. I couldn't get over it. I was kissing John Carter.
I hope you guys like it. Please review!