Post by Little Amy on Oct 20, 2006 10:09:21 GMT 10
I'm so glad you liking it! xD Last chapter was a little more difficult to write than this one because like Sandy I've never met my father, but the funny thing is that I started to write the whole Sandy's story 'cause I needed a reason to Abby's flashback about her father, but just after I posted it I realized it had so much to do with my own story. Anyway, it might not look like, at first, but this chapter is a little more 'happier'. Enjoy!
Abby entered Luka's new place. "Wow, this is one big apartment!" He took her by the hand and showed the living room, kitchen, bathroom and his bedroom.
"So, did you liked it?" She looked around one more time.
"I'd definitely like it better when you get more furniture..." He gave her a devilish grin.
"You're just upset 'cause there's no bed..."
"You really thought saying that was funny, didn't you?" Luka shrugged. "Well, it's not, because where are we going to sleep?"
"The couch is a pullover."
"Wonderful." He put his hands over her shoulders.
"Is just for a while, Abby. I promise."
"I'm hungry."
"Me too. Let's come back to the kitchen, I've got some pizzas." It was Abby time to make a devilish grin.
"Huh, so... Since you got no knifes, forks or plates, how exactly do you plan on eat them?"
"Well... . . god blessed us with perfects fingers, so..." She walked past him.
"Great."
~~
They sat on the couch each one with a piece of pizza in hand. Luka picked a joystick from the coffee table with his free hand and started to struggle to play with only one hand.
"Why don't you just wait 'till you're finished with the pizza?"
"Can't wait." Luka said with his mouth full.
"You look like a kid." She sighed heavily.
"Tired?"
"Bored."
"What you wanna do?" He put his pizza back on the box and started to play with both hands.
"I don't know, Luka."
"Wanna play?" She finished her pizza and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling.
"No, I don't want to play, Luka." He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "Do you at least have soap here, so I can wash my hands?"
"Sure. It's in one of the five big brown boxes I have in my bedroom." She got up from the couch, climbed the stairs and entered his bedroom. She sat on the floor trying to figure out which big brown box she'd open first.
'She had already unpacked the third box when exhausted, threw the fourth back on the floor. "Richard! Could you please come up here and help me with these boxes?"
"Sorry, babe. I'm watching the game!"
"Richard, it's already night and I want to sleep in a bed with sheets!" She heard him walking in the bedroom.
"Dammit, Abby!" He started to just open the boxes and throw the things on the floor. "It's a lot of stairs to come here. I'm tired!"
"Well, that's all your fault! You chose this house remember, Richard? I said it was too big for just the two of us, but you said you needed a nice place to show off to your buddies!"
"Don't complain, Abby! At least we have a big kitchen!" She looked started at him.
"What does the kitchen has to do with this?"
"What. . .? Isn't every women's dream to have a big kitchen?" Now he got her furious.
"I. Don't. Cook!"
"Oww, I know that one very well..."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"You know what it means, Abby!" She grabbed some sheets that were spread on the floor and tossed it to him.
"Yes I do. It means that you're a jerk and that you're sleeping on the couch!" He smiled.
"No... I'm not."
"Yes you are!" He grabbed her and pushed her against the wall.
"I've been working all day to give you the great life you have and what did you do? Worked in that hospital as the crappy nurse you are? I have the right to sleep on my bed whatever I want to!"
"Let me go. . . You're hurting me, Richard . . ."'
Abby jumped when she felt a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that you've been sitting there for a long time." Luka opened the first box, grabbed a soap bar and handed it to her. "I should have said which box to look for... ..." She looked at the soap on her hands but didn't said anything. He ran his hands through his hair and walked off the room. She blinked a few times and finally woke up from her daydream. She quickly ran after him.
"Wait, Luka!" He stopped and turned around to face her. "I don't think I wanna wash my hands anymore." He sighed.
"Why not?" She lowered her head.
"I was thinking on something a little more interesting ... .. Like playing that thing... With you ... .. ... Only if you still want to, of course."
"I don't." She lifted her head and looked at him. "Because . . . ... You were right. I should had finished the pizza. Now, we have cheese and tomato all over the couch." They both smiled and walked toward the living room. Abby made a face when she saw the sofa.
"Luka... Where're gonna sleep?" He put an arm around her waist.
"Well, you know... There's always the bathtub..." He winked at her and she laughed.
Abby entered Luka's new place. "Wow, this is one big apartment!" He took her by the hand and showed the living room, kitchen, bathroom and his bedroom.
"So, did you liked it?" She looked around one more time.
"I'd definitely like it better when you get more furniture..." He gave her a devilish grin.
"You're just upset 'cause there's no bed..."
"You really thought saying that was funny, didn't you?" Luka shrugged. "Well, it's not, because where are we going to sleep?"
"The couch is a pullover."
"Wonderful." He put his hands over her shoulders.
"Is just for a while, Abby. I promise."
"I'm hungry."
"Me too. Let's come back to the kitchen, I've got some pizzas." It was Abby time to make a devilish grin.
"Huh, so... Since you got no knifes, forks or plates, how exactly do you plan on eat them?"
"Well... . . god blessed us with perfects fingers, so..." She walked past him.
"Great."
~~
They sat on the couch each one with a piece of pizza in hand. Luka picked a joystick from the coffee table with his free hand and started to struggle to play with only one hand.
"Why don't you just wait 'till you're finished with the pizza?"
"Can't wait." Luka said with his mouth full.
"You look like a kid." She sighed heavily.
"Tired?"
"Bored."
"What you wanna do?" He put his pizza back on the box and started to play with both hands.
"I don't know, Luka."
"Wanna play?" She finished her pizza and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling.
"No, I don't want to play, Luka." He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "Do you at least have soap here, so I can wash my hands?"
"Sure. It's in one of the five big brown boxes I have in my bedroom." She got up from the couch, climbed the stairs and entered his bedroom. She sat on the floor trying to figure out which big brown box she'd open first.
'She had already unpacked the third box when exhausted, threw the fourth back on the floor. "Richard! Could you please come up here and help me with these boxes?"
"Sorry, babe. I'm watching the game!"
"Richard, it's already night and I want to sleep in a bed with sheets!" She heard him walking in the bedroom.
"Dammit, Abby!" He started to just open the boxes and throw the things on the floor. "It's a lot of stairs to come here. I'm tired!"
"Well, that's all your fault! You chose this house remember, Richard? I said it was too big for just the two of us, but you said you needed a nice place to show off to your buddies!"
"Don't complain, Abby! At least we have a big kitchen!" She looked started at him.
"What does the kitchen has to do with this?"
"What. . .? Isn't every women's dream to have a big kitchen?" Now he got her furious.
"I. Don't. Cook!"
"Oww, I know that one very well..."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"You know what it means, Abby!" She grabbed some sheets that were spread on the floor and tossed it to him.
"Yes I do. It means that you're a jerk and that you're sleeping on the couch!" He smiled.
"No... I'm not."
"Yes you are!" He grabbed her and pushed her against the wall.
"I've been working all day to give you the great life you have and what did you do? Worked in that hospital as the crappy nurse you are? I have the right to sleep on my bed whatever I want to!"
"Let me go. . . You're hurting me, Richard . . ."'
Abby jumped when she felt a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that you've been sitting there for a long time." Luka opened the first box, grabbed a soap bar and handed it to her. "I should have said which box to look for... ..." She looked at the soap on her hands but didn't said anything. He ran his hands through his hair and walked off the room. She blinked a few times and finally woke up from her daydream. She quickly ran after him.
"Wait, Luka!" He stopped and turned around to face her. "I don't think I wanna wash my hands anymore." He sighed.
"Why not?" She lowered her head.
"I was thinking on something a little more interesting ... .. Like playing that thing... With you ... .. ... Only if you still want to, of course."
"I don't." She lifted her head and looked at him. "Because . . . ... You were right. I should had finished the pizza. Now, we have cheese and tomato all over the couch." They both smiled and walked toward the living room. Abby made a face when she saw the sofa.
"Luka... Where're gonna sleep?" He put an arm around her waist.
"Well, you know... There's always the bathtub..." He winked at her and she laughed.
please do it again soon 
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