Chapter Fifteen

Abby's POV

I can't believe what I was doing. Now that Kuki and I had made up, she and the other girls had dragged me to the mall…to buy dresses! I groaned as my Asian friend pulled me what seemed to be the billionth dress store in the mall, and made sure I couldn't escape.

"You ain't gonna let Abby get outta this one, are ya?" I sighed as Rachel pushed me into a dressing room and held the door.

"Nope silly." Kuki replied. Sure, I was glad she was back to normal, but yeesh. She's using it against me, I sware. "Ok, Virginia, pick a colour. Fanny, pick a style."

I heard some procrastination, and the next second, they threw multiple dresses over the door. There was like, seven different colours, all with another seven different shades. And each had a very different style. I groaned, and pulled them down to my side. I decided to start with pink. Bleargh, my most hated colour of all. I think they must've thought they were shopping for Kuki, because it was awfully frilly. I stepped out in my 'I'm-going-to-kill-you' face, and it seemed they all agreed: Pink and frills are totally out. I stepped back in, and went for the red. Though, it was pretty darn ugly. I stepped out with my hands out, and I saw Virginia kind of gag. It's great we had the same taste. I went back in and went for the next one. Time and time again I walked out; in black, white, blue, green, and even orange, but every time it was a no. And just as I thought there was nothing, one lonely dress was left. I had to admit it, though I hated dresses, this was the one. And as I came out, the girls agreed it was the one for me.

And because I suffered through all that, I had the pleasure in picking for Fanny, as she was the only one without a dress.

I guess it wasn't so bad after all.

Tonight it was Nigel's turn to come to my room. I lay on my bed, and greeted him as he invited himself in. He came and lay beside me.

"So, have fun shopping today?" He asked with a grin.

"Well, I guess so." I replied. "At least Abby found something. Kuki was not gonna let her go until she found a dress."

I watched his eyebrows rise. "You bought a dress?"

"Yeah, and it'll be the only time yo'll see Abby in one." I smiled. "So, how's your eye?"

"Could be better, could be worse." He replied. "At least it won't be huge and obvious. But I warn you; do not get on Lizzie's bad side."

"So, yo still with her or what?" I asked. I think I was a little rude, but he answered all the same.

"Well, I hope so. I'll have to make t up to her big time if I want to prove myself loyal."

"Well, can a girl ask ya somethang important?"

"Hit me."

"Do you love her? Honestly."

"Well, I wouldn't have gone out with her if I didn't, wouldn't I?"

I nodded. "Guess not. But you sure don't act like ya do."

Another awkward silence fell over us. Then he spoke up. "Why don't we just drop it while we're ahead. I can see where this conversation is starting to head."

"Fine with Abby. But, who yo gonna dance with…Nigie."

He frowned slightly by my teasing. "Very funny. Well, you don't have to dance with Ace now."

"Heh, guess so." I looked up at the curtain on my four-poster bed. "So, what yo think is up with fancy pants comin back?"

"To be honest, I really don't know." He lifted his glasses off his head. "I thought he was in ties with The Delightful Teens From Down The Lane, but there's no evidence to prove it. But, how can he remember Fanny? She decommissioned him ages ago in the Kids Next Door, unless…"

"Yo implying the girl didn't do the job right? Not a chance." I looked at him. "That girl loves her job more than anything, so why screw it up? No, Abby thinks there's a more to his appearance then trying to woo an old flame back. Abby don't trust him one bit."

"I agree with you. I think it's best we keep an eye on him as well. Who knows what could happen…"