Chapter 5. Right so here is chapter five. There is not really anything to say that has not been said before. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I am really proud of it given that when I started writing it an hour and a half ago I did not have a clue what I was going to do with it.
Spoilers: It is still AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Kate or Abby.
Abby smiled. One of the perks of being sixteen was that they had both gotten their license before them came to island. They could now drive if they wanted to or if it was two far to walk. Today it was the latter. It was much to far to walk to their desired destination. It occurred to Abby at that moment that she did not actually know what their destination was, but it did not matter because Kate was driving.
Abby eyed the car that was sitting in the driveway. It was big a bulky. It was the kind of thing that Kate would call a land yacht, which was ironic because it was Anna's car. The thing was a shade of off white and it was very boxy. The interior seats were leather and Abby did not like sitting on leather seats when it was hot. They got all sticky and they you had to peel yourself off them.
"Ahh," Kate said walking out of the house, "I see you've met the land yacht."
Abby smirked. "I didn't think you would call it that given that it was Anna's car," Abby commented.
"I don't call it that in her hearing," Kate explained.
"So you can drive this massive hunk of metal?" Abby asked looking at the car.
"First of all it isn't really a hunk of metal," Kate corrected, "and second of all heck no."
"Right so what are you going to drive?" Abby questioned.
"Well," Kate told Abby ask they walked up the driveway, "In this family we have a thing for practical but we also are fond of glamour." She led Abby up to the giant garage that sat to the left of the driveway. She swung the double doors open and moved aside for Abby to have a look.
"That is…" Abby started, "A wicked awesome car."
"You like it?" Kate asked. She walked over and preached herself on one of doors. It was a convertible. It was a stunning black convertible. The car was perfectly polished and shone even in the dim light.
"And we get to take it out to drive?" Abby asked in awe of the car's awesomeness.
"Funny but no," Kate replied. Abby's face dropped and she looked so sad that Kate had to laugh. "I get to take it out to drive. You just get a hot ride."
Abby's jaw dropped as she looked at the car. "Can I touch it?" she asked in a whisper.
"It's going to be really hard to ride in it without doing that," Kate pointed out. Abby smiled widely as both the girls climbed into the car. Then Kate pulled it out of the garage. Kate had gotten her license before Abby and even without that her driving was much better than Abby's.
As they began to drive across the island, Abby looked at Kate. "Where exactly are we going?" Abby questioned.
"Well one of the churches on the island does an annual strawberry festival every year," Kate told her as if the concept was self-explanatory.
"And as soon as you explain what that is I can say that it's cool," Abby told Kate as a veiled hint that she had no clue what the heck the Kate was talking about.
"Well," Kate explained, "the church gets a lot of strawberries and then you can buy different kinds of strawberry product."
"It sounds delicious," Abby told Kate.
"It is" Kate agreed. The convertible sped along the road and the wind blew the girls' hair back. The result being a lot like the shots of party girls that you saw right before they discovered the body. Thankfully that was only in the cop shows. Today there was not body to be found…surprising given the number of murders that happened on island.
They arrived at the strawberry festival rather shortly. The parallel parking took a little longer but Kate managed it with out hitting anything. Once the car was parked both girls hoped out and walked towards the church. Once inside they began investigation the number of strawberry creations.
"There is shortcake with or without ice cream," Kate told Abby. The two exchanged a look and both shook their heads.
"There is strawberry lemonade," Abby commented. Once again the two of them exchanged a look and then shook their heads.
"There are strawberry smoothies," Kate added. The two exchanged a much more excited looked and they nodded. Abby reached out and grabbed two smoothies. She handed one to Kate and they proceeded to check out. Kate handed the guy ten dollars and thanked him. Then the two girls went outside to sit at the tables and drink their smoothies, which were quiet good.
After about half an hour of drinking and talking the two girls stood up and walked back to the car. Abby opened the passenger side door, but Kate was still standing on the sidewalk.
"Abby," she called her friends name.
"What?" Abby asked turning around to face her friend.
"Want to?' Kate asked dangling the keys for Abby to see.
"Drive?' Abby questioned her eye wide, "Do I want to drive?"
"Yep," Kate replied still holding out the keys.
"I would love to," Abby told her ecstatically.
"If you crash it," Kate reminded her, "you are dead."
"I would never hurt this beautiful piece of craftsmanship," Abby said stroking the side of the car.
Kate laughed but knew that it was true. "Catch," she told Abby as she tossed the keys to her friend. Abby slid across the seat to the driver's position and Kate took the passenger seat. Abby pulled the car out of the parking space and started off down the street.
"The other thing," Kate shouted over the rushing wind, "is that if you get a speeding ticket it goes on your record." Abby had been begging her the entire trip out to go faster, but Kate had refused.
Abby heard Kate's comment and she decided that she was okay with that. What was one little speeding ticket compared to racing down open road in a black convertible?
Seeming to know what Abby was thinking, Kate told her, "a whole heck of a lot if your mother finds out." Abby sighed and dropped back under the speed limit.
So there is the fifth chapter. The crack about the murder rate on the Vineyard is more amusing if you know that there hasn't been a murder on island in…eighty years…just for the record…. I hope you liked it. Please review.
