Chapter 22. (I think…at this point I cannot tell you what day of the week it is.) Anyway I hope that you like this chapter. I do not know how to feel about it so I will let you tell me.
Disclaimer: As always I do not own things I do not own.
Spoilers: It is AU
"Today we go to Oak Bluff," Kate told Abby, who looked up from behind the comics.
"We do?" she asked curiously.
"Yes," Kate told her, "We do because you have not been to Oak Bluff at all except for Linda Jeans."
"Aren't there seven little towny things on the Vineyard?" Abby asked.
"Yea," Kate answered slowly, "why?"
"Because I have only been to like two of them," Abby pointed out.
"Um," Kate said considering a little, "I think it is more like four but very few people actually go to the other three. So you're good let's go." Abby just shook her head and followed Kate out to the car. She really had no problem with going to Oak Bluffs. She had just wanted to make Kate come up with a good argument.
Soon the two girls were in the car speeding through downtown Vineyard Haven. Without even asking Kate pulled onto the shore road, which ran along the coast as opposed through the middle of the island. The shore road was prettier and so it generally attracted more traffic. When they arrived in they had to circle a couple of times before they found a parking space.
"Why is it so busy here?" Abby asked curiously as she and Kate squeezed between people.
"Well it is the week after Fourth of July," Kate explained, "In the town that the ferry comes into that allows sale of alcohol."
"That would probably do it," Abby agreed.
"Yes," Kate told her, "After Fourth of July the Island becomes filled with FLTs."
"Define and explain," Abby requested.
"FLT," Kate stated as if in a spelling bee, "Fun Loving Tourist. That's what my family call them." Kate pointed to a mass of people looking at a map while waiting for the bus.
"I sense a scathing tone," Abby told her friend as if it would not have been possible for any random passer by sense that.
"Naw," Kate said sarcastically, "Really?" She had done nothing to hide her dislike of FLTs as a species. As individuals they could be nice but the masses that over took the island in the summer were just annoying.
"So what do you want to do now that you have dragged me into a FLT filled town," Abby asked then added, "in the sweltering heat."
"I don't know," Kate told her, "We could ride the flying horses."
"What are they?" Abby questioned. Kate did not answer. Instead she pulled her friend across the street and up to a red building from which a little jingly music came. Walking around to the front door Kate pointed. "It's a carousel."
"It's not just a carousel," Kate corrected, "As you ride it, you reach out and try to catch those rings. If you catch a gold one you get a free ride."
"It looks like fun," Abby started, "but…"
"The line stretches till this side of Tuesday," Kate finished resignedly.
"Yea pretty much," Abby agreed. So the two girls walked away and Kate scanned the storefronts for something interesting. Her eyes lit on something and she dragged Abby back across the street and part of the way up the main street. She moved back and forth a little until she found the spot she wanted.
"You know what is special about this spot?" Kate asked.
"It has been blessed my prolonged presence?" Abby guessed.
"Funny," Kate told her, "but no. From this spot you can see three different Ice Cream shops."
"Sweet," Abby said excitedly looking around, "Where are they?" Kate pointed to each of the three in turn as she rotated slowly in a circle. "Which one's the best?" Abby asked, "Unless you are going to show me all three then make me walk away."
"The traditional Martha's Vineyard ice cream shop is Mad Martha's," Kate told her and answered both questions without actually answering either. Together the girls walked up the street a little more until they reached the aforementioned ice cream shop.
Once inside they looked around at the many flavors of delicious ice cream. Abby looked in wonder at the assortment and the wall decorations. It gave the place a very Vineyardy feel.
After several minutes of contemplation Abby decided on chocolate chip cookie dough. Kate smirked as she ordered two. Very rarely did either one of them order anything else. They would ponder over different flavors for minutes on end , but in the end they would resort to their fallback.
The two girls made their way back out onto the street and absentmindedly wandered towards the oceanfront. For no reason that Kate had ever figured out, no matter how busy downtown Oak Bluffs got the docks never seamed to be crowded. That was nice because Kate loved walking along to docks and looking at all the boats.
"So," Kate asked, "Are you glad you came to the Vineyard?"
"Most defiantly," Abby replied, "How have I missed out on this all these years?"
"I don't know," Kate reminded her, "I have been telling you to come for half a decade."
"True," Abby agreed licking a dripping part of her ice cream, "So true."
They walked in silence for a while but at a certain point she paused. Looking at the beach, she pointed at the area right in front of them. "I told you that Jaws was filmed on Island, yes?"
"Only once or twice a week," Abby replied, "and every other week you tell me that your dad was in a scene."
"Oh," Kate said with a look of someone who had just had a rug pulled out from under their feet, "Well this is where that scene was shot."
"I know I am going to regret this," Abby told her after looking at the beach in interest, "but do you want to rent Jaws and watch it tonight?"
"Oh my gosh yes," Kate replied enthusiastically.
"I can show you how the geography is all wrong," Kate told her.
"And I am regretting it already."
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FYI that last bit was supposed to be the music that plays as the shark is comeing in Jaws but I kind of had to guess on spelling. Any suggestions? Anyway I hope you liked it. Please review.
