Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS in any way, shape, or form. This is just a piece of my mind on a computer screen.

Author's Notes: These are drabbles I have written and posted on the awesome NCIS roleplaying board I am a part of and play Abby in. It's called The World of NCIS (at proboards .com). Check it out we would love to have ya! Please enjoy these stories of Abby's past!!

Here's my second drabble. Be warned that it contains mild girl/girl, but I do not often write about that, nor guy/guy, so yeah. That's why it's MILD. And no, Abby is straight! (at least according to me...).

A Kiss

She couldn't stand it; it was impossible and yet it happened. Miss Science Geek failed a lab; well in a sense because she would still get points for the attempt and everyone knew she would come in after school and make it up. The chemical reaction had literally exploded in her face, but thankfully she was alright and nothing horrible happened. She just had to take a shower immediately afterward. Nevertheless she was embarrassed and knew exactly what had gone awry. First her lab partner and boyfriend, though he was using her, had not rinsed out the dish they were using. She had noticed but foolishly decided to trust his judgment that it was thoroughly cleansed. Second, he had failed to double check the number of milliliters he had measured out for her to mix together. It was because of the uneven amounts that it had blown up on her.

Sighing, she shook her head an tried letting it go; however, the teenager just couldn't get over the fact of the stupidity of her boyfriend and that her teacher knew she did her best work alone. But she was still partnered up with someone every time it didn't work out. Her grade would go nowhere because she was a teacher's pet when it came to math and science classes, but she maintained a good student stature in all of her classes as well. She did all of her work and any extra credit.

The boyfriend mentioned earlier...he was a prick and the young woman knew it, but she enjoyed going out with him for a change and wasting his, probably stolen, money. She had had her fun and was content planning her break up with him. There would be other boys anyways; despite the fact that all high school boys were meaningless, brainless idiots.

She had finally finished changing back into her gothic-style clothes, which were cleaned as a precaution and had started to brush out her long, bottle-black hair. She stared at herself in the mirror, studying her seemingly plain face. She looked so much different without the little bit of makeup she applied to her face in the mornings.

"Hey?" came a familiar voice from the door. "You okay, Abby?"

She turned to look at the partially cracked door. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she motioned her best friend inside the girl's locker room.

"I'm fine, Jessie, thanks for asking. I'm just trying to get over the mortification of the event," she replied, looking for her hair ties.

"It wasn't that bad, Abby," was the automatic and typical response, drawing a cynical smirk to the goth's face. She settled on saying nothing and started pulling her hair into high pigtails. Jessie stood behind her friend and wrapped her arm's around her waist, smiling.

"Jessie..." Abby said warningly.

"What?" she asked innocently, blinking her wide blue eyes at Abby's reflection in the mirror.

"I...I'm not..." Abby heaved a sigh, trying to figure out which words to use. The longer that her friend embraced her the more the girl didn't want to say anything at all. Finally her green eyes opened and she slowly turned around to face the other girl.

Smiling, Abby's arms fell around Jessie's waist and her head moved slightly downwards. A light peck on the lips was all the two shared before pulling apart.

"You've said it yourself: High school boys are jerks," Jessie reminded her before giving another soft kiss to her friend's lips.

Sighing, Abby shook her head. Yeah, they are. I'm willing to try, Jessie; to learn. But I'm a little...uhm..."

"Concerned. I know; we won't tell anyone about it, and I'm more than certain we can still be friends when we finally figure ourselves out," Jessie said understandingly.

"Thanks," Abby smiled.

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