A / n: Thanks so much for the reviews! They're very much appreciated! You guys are amazing and yes – as soon as I went to look for an Abbey/Heath read – I saw none. I thought, "Wow! Really?" So I mentioned it to my lovely co – writer and she agreed to write this with me. =] So thanks for the reviews, favorites, alerts and what not – hope there's more where that came from! Oh and hey - I apologize for lack of updating, but my life has been SUPER busy at the moment! With my bestie's new baby and looking after my own things, sometimes it's hard for me to find the idea to keep updating, so even though this is short, hope you guys like it! This story will NOT stop unless I say so in an author's note - or it's deleted. But it's not and still here so, don't worry about it being stopped. That's all for now! Take care =]
Let It Burn
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Cleo stood in front of her mirror that hung off the wall in her en suite bathroom. Deuce was coming home today and she wanted to make sure she looked her absolute best. Better than everyday, this had to be seriously re - vamped. She had let her bangs grow out since last time she had seen her boyfriend. Cleo also dyed her hair a light brown but still had her gold streaks through it. Just a light change, nothing too drastic.
She walked out of her bathroom and could hear her sister in her room. She was back from another trip around the world, even though for Cleo it was not long enough time away. Grabbing her school bag from near her bedroom door, Cleo began to make her way downstairs to wait for Deuce.
Deuce had been waiting to see his ghoul for a long time. He knew school was important to both their families, it was just hard to be away from the ghoul of his dreams. His car pulled up as Cleo walked out the front door, smiles on both their faces upon seeing each other.
Cleo ran over to the car and climbed into the passenger side. "Hey babe," She leaned over and placed a loving kiss on his lips.
"Hey Cleo, missed you." Deuce watched her put on her seat belt before starting the car. He thought it be a good idea to take Cleo to school well he was able to. Plus he got a chance to take her out for dinner. Pulling out of the driveway and off to Monster High to drop Cleo off.
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"They want my urination, in this?" Abbey asked, her nose scrunched as she was given the little bottle by the health clinic nurse, Grace couldn't help but to chuckle at Abbey's face – such an incredibly estranged look upon her beautiful features. Poor thing didn't know what on earth they'd ask her to do next. She mumbled what Grace had learned were obscenities in her native language. Yes – they indeed learned from one another.
Abbey was starting to pick up curse words in English more than well, even though she had trouble with the 'slang' – curse words seemed to not be an issue for her. Especially as of lately, and her favorite thing to call Heath, was 'asshole'. But he was 'her asshole' apparently. Some days, Mrs. Bloodgood herself didn't even know what Heath and Abbey had together – could qualify for a relationship and other days were much more sure. Some days based on her mood, could be great or a 'Fuck the world' day. Heath saw her through it all – and Bloodgood knew he was something special.
She knew that a lot of males wouldn't have... 'put up with' what Heath did – their words. But she thought it was very sweet how Heath stuck through it, showing how much he truly, truly did want to be with her at the end of the day. "Yes sweetheart," she said with a nod. "you go pee in it, as much as you can of course and they run tests on it."
Abbey's eyebrows knitted with confusion, "But why would they run with my pee and test it? Should I have studied?"
Grace laughed, "No, no dear... it's just... they do weird things to try and help you figure why you've been sick. That's all." She reached for a home décor magazine, handing Abbey a 'Teen Scream' magazine to look over while she waited. She noticed how the young woman was fidgety, restless.
"I want to go home..." She said suddenly, "well, with you. I do not want to be here, can we leave?"
Grace sighed, she didn't want to be here either – especially since this was the very clinic they first diagnosed her late husband. She remembered sitting right where she was, him feeling so weak, just resting on her shoulder – oh how cuddly he was. She smiled with the thought, then shook them away. 'Don't start this now Grace,' she lightly scolded herself. "Abbey, we can't just leave now. You still need to go pee in that bottle and ship it off to have tests."
Abbey's eyes widened significantly. "They want me to do that too?"
Grace laughed, "No, no – I said 'ship'. Not...'shit'."
Abbey soon joined in on the laughter. It really was quite a funny thing to mistake.
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