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Chapter 8- Best Friends Bring Out the Worst in Me.

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"Hey, I hear Abigail came back" Rover announced as he was walking to the kitchen. Abigail and I sat at the table catching up on things. It turned out that she was staying for the WHOLE year! Yes! And not to mention she's a hell of a lot of fun.

"She has." I acknowledged.

"Well, don't get too comfortable, Abi." He smirks, looking towards us. Stupid pig, he took the last cookie. I was going to get that, if not for my lack of energy. Abigail calls it laziness, I call it the 'I'm growing' phase.

"Why not?" She asks.

"Oh, nothing."

"Come on, Abi. We got some important business to take care of." I smile. Abi and I planned on going to the beach. It was the most heartwarming welcome to La Push that I could manage with such scarce possibilities for fun. And looking at the sky, Mother Nature agreed.

I really had to kiss Abigail a thousand times for what she did. Not only making it out here, but bringing THE coolest surf boards on the planet. And for bringing her dog. But maybe I shouldn't thank her for that, that stupid dog shits everywhere. Humph.

"Are the beaches amazing here?" Abigail grins, a little too happy. I should stab myself right now; this had to be the most embarrassing confession I'd have to make. She was so going to be disappointed. "I betcha they are, I mean how could Zack not take in mind your hobby. Are there hot guys here? Do they surf? OH MY GOD, I bet you there ARE hot surfer dudes here. Is there a creepy guy with dreads here too? Like in Florida?"

"I wouldn't say that…"

"Arg… I bet you you're just hogging up all the guys here. I mean, who doesn't want some of that as-?" She rants. We are now turning on the boulevard of broken dreams and right into embarrassing first beach. Maybe Abigail would want to kill herself with me? Large possibility.

"I have a steak knife right in the back, so if you want to…" I drift I can already see the disappointment looming in her blue eyes. It's sad, really. Disappointing your best friend like that.

"Well, at least there are hot guys here. I mean, look at those abs! I wonder if they have a big dic-?"

While she was going into her goo-goo fantasy I was worried what guys she was talking about. And why she was suddenly obsessed with guys all of a sudden? Where'd all those 'women's rights' go?

"Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?"

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing." She retaliates, still glued to bulky figures on the beach.

"What? How am I any different?" I argue.

"Don't answer calls, refuse to text, and have lost a maximum of twenty pounds." She settles, unbuckling her seat belt and facing me. "That's not the Luna I knew."

"I wasn't refusing anything."

"Except food." She adds. It's funny how a person you don't even live with can know you inside out.

"I eat food." I say, I wasn't one for arguments but if I had to, I had to.

"Yeah, what? A cracker a day?" She snorts.

"Don't be jealous." I growl. With that, she springs out of the car, aiming straight for the water. I see Paul and Mark along with the rest of the clan staring at us. I felt oddly uncomfortable, yet I needed to settle this with Abigail.

I got into the cold water. Gosh, it must be like, two degrees here. I almost saw Abigail shudder and turn her body the way she came but she trudged forward. Whatever she was determined to do, she was going to do right now. I could see it by the way she walked. Just like in seventh grade when she was going to confront those mean girls who were talking shit about everyone. I followed behind her as she went through the hallway to them. I'd always been the girl that followed behind, too scared to actually do anything by myself. It was sad, really.

"Abigail! Stop! I can't go further on foot!" I scream to her, but she's too far and even if she did hear me, she didn't care enough to stop anyways. I quickly make a plan and crawl on top of the surf board. When Abigail turned around in the deep blue water, I swear I may have seen the devil. Her hair had gotten frizzy with the wind and her eyes had become hard somehow. Not light and care free like before, but hard.

"I'm not jealous of you." She said calmly. I was surprised, to tell you the truth I was sure she was going to rip my head off. I wouldn't blame her if she did, though. I probably deserved it, maybe I would qualify for worst friend in the world award.

I remained silent. She went on to say,

"You're weaker than before." She said harshly. "I can tell… it's like you're some prissy little girl now-Unable to fend for herself."

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah, you kinda are," She sighed. "You can fool yourself, but you can't fool me. I know you too well."

"I am not weak." I say, slightly louder- Stronger, even.

"Prove it." She challenges. I can see the small smile playing on her lips. She wouldn't dare to let it escape, though.

"How? Light something on fire?" I laugh.

"Intriguing… but no." I can already see her stare at the guys laying topless on the beach. Her eyes shifted to Paul.

"Kiss him." She dares. I can see her intently keep her gaze on him.

"What?" I ask, shocked. "No, no , no, no, no."

"Did you seriously want the guy to kiss you first?" She smiles.

"I haven't kissed anyone before!" I whisper, as if it's some massive secret when it's not. "I wouldn't even know what to do even if I did." I sigh.

"Find some strength, chic." She laughs, plopping on her back. As she floats on her surfboard I hear her words keep staining my mind. Prissy little girl and unable to fend for herself. Is that how she saw me? Is that how Paul saw me as? Seriously, is that what I let happen to me? Am I that weak?

At some point Paul caught me staring at him. I looked away innocently. A small smile played on Abigail's lips when I looked her way after Paul caught me staring at him.

"If I kiss him, does that give me some points?" I ask. Raising my eyebrows her way.

"Whatever floats your boat." She grinned. "You're not going to do it. I know you too well."

"You may want to rethink your perspective of me then." I say, swimming towards the beach.

I looked back at Abigail just to see her mouth open. I think my mind wasn't working right now. What the hell am I doing?

One thing was for sure. Within the next two seconds I can check the first kiss off of my list. Because as far as I'm concerned, I had something to prove.

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