Transmission Re-established. . .

Posted: June 3, 2005

Chapter Four: Almost Perfect

Kris and Abby were in their dorm room, watching TV as they quizzed each other for a class they both took, but at different times. They were almost done when there came a knock at the door. "I got it." Kris jumped up to get the door, welcoming the break. "Roomie, it's for you," Kris said as she came back into their common area.

Abby put down her book and walked over to the door. "How's my girl?" she was greeted by Gavin.

"Feeling a whole lot better now," she told him, a smile stretching across her face as she threw her arms around him and gave him a hug. "So how was your trip?"

"They're were a few bumps in the road, but everything went as well as expected." He returned her bright smile. "Did you miss me?"

"No," she teased as she began to slip away. "Not even a little."

"Liar." He pulled her back to him, keeping her close as before he kissed her nose. "Are you busy?" he asked. "I want to take you out tonight, to make up for being gone. How does that sound?"

"Sounds nice actually. Where are we going? So I know what to wear."

"First thing first. I got you something." Gavin bent down and picked up the box he had leaned on the wall next to Abby's door. "I hope you like it."

Abby took the box and then invited him inside. The two sat down on the couch as she opened the rectangular box. Abby's gasped, "It's beautiful." She pulled out a tan formal evening gown and held it against herself. "Thank you." She leaned in and kissed him gently.

"You know what," Kris gathered her things and stood up. "I'll be in the bedroom." She then closed the door behind her.

"I want you to wear it tonight. I'm taking you to dinner." Gavin then looked at his watch. "I made reservations for seven."

"Alright, I won't be long." She got up and went into the room she shared with Kris.

"Oh my god, girl," Kris said as soon as Abby came into the room. "I am so envious right now, I could die. You're boyfriend is fine as hell and he spends money on you."

"Money doesn't mean everything Kris," Abby told her as she took off her clothes to put on her new dress.

"Yeah, this coming from the girl that grew up with it," Kris said bitterly as she made a face.

Abby looked up at her and sighed guiltily. Though Kris came off as very carefree person, Abby knew she was always worried about her money situation. Abby's parents were paying for her education, while Kris was putting herself through school, determine to be the first in her family to graduate from college. "Kris. . ." Abby began gently.

Kris waved the matter off as another smile came to her face, but Abby could tell she was forcing it. "We should be discussing more important matters," she began. "Like what are you going to do with that hair of your?"

"No clue," Abby told her truthfully.

"Sit down." Kris turned on the curling iron. "Girl, what would you do without me?"

Ten minutes later, Abby walked out of the bedroom to find Gavin sitting, but who slowly rose as she came towards him. "You look amazing," he told her as he admired her long curly black hair which fell midway down her back. He had never seen her with her hair down. "Shall we go?" He offered his arm and Abby beamed took it.

The restaurant they went to was one Abby knew well, it was one of her parents' favorites. It was a five star restaurant that deserved every star. Gavin, being the gentlemen that he was, pulled out Abby's seat for her. "Thank you."

He nodded before taking his own seat. "So my sweet Abigail, what have you been up to in the time I was away?" he asked. "How was that. . . uh thing of yours?"

"The convention?" He nodded. "It was great. There were all kinds of people there. And they were testing this new game there, where groups of us were playing it at the same time. I almost won my round, but there was this one player, R.M. Killer, who played as if they had had the game for years. It was-"

"That's nice, honey," he cut her off. "Are you ready to order?" he asked as he picked up the menu and signaled for the waiter to come over.

Abby little stunned at his interruption. "Um, yeah. . . I guess." Her shoulders fell as she got the feeling that Gavin really didn't care about what she had done. But she was thankfully proven wrong, because after they finished ordering their food, he asked for her to continue. He also apologized for his rudeness, saying that his stomach had gotten the best of him.

"So wait a second? This R.M. Killer what was her name again?" Gavin asked as Abby had been continuing her story.

"Um, her name?" Abby slightly froze. "Oh um. . . I didn't catch it." As Abby heard herself say the words, she didn't understand them. It wasn't as if she had done anything wrong, so she didn't need to lie.

But soon the thought was pushed out of her mind as their waiter arrived and they enjoyed their dinner. They were only a few minutes into their meal, when Gavin reached for his phone. He had it on vibrate so as not to disturb the other people in the restaurant. Abby quickly reached out and gently touched the hand Gavin was holding his phone with. "Please, Gavin. Don't answer it." Her voice and her expression pleaded with him.

She knew what one of those phone calls meant. It meant that the person in front of her would curl into himself for a period of time. She didn't know if it would be just a matter of minutes, like it was last time before his trip or for the entire evening, but whichever one it was, she didn't want to chance it. "I don't want to share you tonight," she had concluded saying.

"Baby, it could be important," he reasoned with her.

"Aren't I important?" she asked him before she took back her hand, almost fearing his answer.

Gavin just looked at her with an unreadable expression. He then flipped open his phone and put it to his ear. At the sight of it, Abby felt her heart just sink inside of her chest. "Gavin here." Abby looked into his green eyes as he spoke, finding she couldn't tear herself away from them. "Whatever it is, call me tomorrow," he stated. Abby then watched as Gavin did something she had never seen him do before, he turned off his phone before he put it away. Abby's dark cheeks blushed as Gavin reached out and took her hand before kissing her fingers, their eyes never leaving the other. "I hope that answers your question."

"It does." She nodded. "It does."

OoOoO

The rest of Abby and Gavin's evening had gone very well. Soon they were back in front of Abby's dorm and Gavin walked her to her room as they held hands. "We should do this more often," Gavin told her when they reached her door.

Abby said nothing as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck and pressed her lips gently against his before he opened his mouth and dived his tongue into her own mouth. Gavin then wrapped his arms around her as their kiss deepened. Abby giggled as she took in his scent. Gavin moaned disappointedly when Abby finally pulled away. She licked her lips as she leaned on her door as she searched for the knob. "My roommate is going to be gone all night and most of tomorrow," she whispered. "I want you to spend the night with me."

Gavin didn't answer her right away. Instead he just leaned into her and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed contently before resting her head on the door, ignoring the giggles of a couple of girls who were passing by. "I want to," Gavin whispered back as his lips had reached her ear. "God knows I want to," he slightly shook his head, "but I can't."

"What?" Abby opened her eyes and looked at Gavin as he once again pulled away from her. "Why?"

"Don't be upset, Abigail," he spoke quickly when he saw her reaction. "It's not you, you're wonderful, it's just-"

"Why does it sound like you're dumping me?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

"Whoa! Not dumping you," he made clear as he waved both of his hands in front of himself wide eyed. "Let me explain. Our relationship, it's still new and I just don't want to rush things."

Abby expression soften. "You're more of a prude than I am," she teased.

Gavin put his head down and as he did his bangs covered his face from Abby's view. "I know."

Abby then pushed his hair back with her hand and tilted her head up to kiss his forehead, but as she did, she heard something she thought she would not hear again for the rest of the night, Gavin's phone ringing. "You turned it back on?" she asked angrily as she put her hand on his chest and pushed him away. Important my ass, she thought.

"Aw, shit," Gavin said to himself. "Come on, Abby. Don't- Where are you going?" He reached out for her when he saw her turn around to open her door, which had been left unlocked for her by Kris.

Abby smacked down his hand as it touched her. "Just answer your damn phone, Gavin. I'm sure it's of the utmost importance," she told him before shutting the door on his face and locking it.

"Abigail." He turned the knob as his phone continued to ring. "Baby, come on. I'm not answering it," he told her.

"Well, if you're not going to answer it, then you should have left it off," she told him as she leaned on the door with her arms crossed and kicked off her shoes.

"Abigail," he started to pound on the door. "Just let me in."

"Go away, Gavin," she told him. "I don't want to see your face right now."

"I'll make it up to you," he told her as his hand went back to the doorknob.

"Empty promises, Gavin, because you haven't made up a thing yet. So just leave me alone."

Then for the longest time there was nothing, but silence. Abby was starting to think that Gavin had actually left. "Baby," he finally called softly as his forehead rested on the door. "I'm sorry."

There was another moment of silence. "I know," she finally whispered back to him.

Transmission Interrupted. . .

A/N: Alright, I was reading over ch. 4 when I realized I didn't like it. So I cut it in half and rewrote parts and now it's kind of short, but I think I get the point across. The original second part is now ch.5.