Chapter 2

Abby and Cal are good friends, but things change.

I came earlier than usual, I leaned on our tree. Soon Cal arrived, and my heart fluttered. It has been six months since we had met, and we became fast friends. He held out a bouquet of black flowers, I took it.

"Thank you" He shook his head.

"No thanks needed, it was my pleasure"

His eyes sparkled, like it did when he was happy. I blushed, as he knew I would. He sat beside me, and I noticed a black case in his hands.

"What's that?" He raised the case.

He put it down on his lap, and opened it. Inside was a violin, he took it out.

"You wanted me to play something for you, so here it is"

He put the violin in my hands. I gingerly traced its reddish brown surface, to its strings. I took my time to admire its one golden string. I gave it back to him when I was done.

"Play me something?" I asked.

"Of course" He smirked.

He stood up, and put the violin on his chin. He readied the bow on the strings. I watched in anticipation as he closed his eyes, and then he started to play. The music was soft and a little bit sad… it's beautiful. I watched his face closely, every emotion that played on his face. He opened his eyes as the last note floated around us, and disappeared.

"That was beautiful"

"Thanks"

He sat back down, and put the violin back in its case.

"What's it called?" He looked up in surprise and gazed into my eyes.

"Abigail… It's called Abigail" He said not meeting my eyes.

"I composed it for you" I blushed.

"R-really?" He nodded.

"T-thanks…" He met my gaze.

"Anyways, you're turn"

It became a routine that whenever we would meet, I would show him my sketchbook. Today I'm more nervous than ever, this sketchbook is different than my other one. This one has always portrayed my feelings and my thoughts. The only people I trust enough to have shown this is my mother, and now Cal. My father died when I was still a little girl, I didn't know him that well. I do know that he was a good man, and loved by everybody.

The first page was this place, our island. He smiled and flipped through the other pages, I blushed as he got to the last page. It was a sketch of him, only it didn't do him justice. He flipped the sketchbook close, and handed it to me silently. I took it from him nervously, didn't he like it? The air suddenly thickened with something I couldn't place, we sat by each other in silence. Suddenly, I felt something warm on my hand.

I looked down, and saw that it's Cal's hand. I took my hand out from under his shyly. He took that hand and intertwined our fingers, I looked up at him. He was looking away from me, his face was a bit pink and he scratched the side of his head. He finally turned to me, his gaze soft. The atmosphere that was tense was now buzzed with excitement. My hand felt alive, like a hundred small electric currents that was running up and down my palm.

I got lost in the feeling, and the intensity of his gaze. Maybe that's why I didn't notice when he leaned in, until I felt his soft lips on mine. The current increased in intensity, we both pulled away in surprise when we heard a loud boom. I blushed and looked up at the sky. I glanced at Cal from the corner of my eye. He was looking up at the sky as well. We both had the same thought… a storm was coming.