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Post by baboune51 on Nov 21, 2008 18:11:40 GMT 10
yeah , they are together
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Post by Taylor on Nov 22, 2008 13:36:39 GMT 10
great update, i just got back from a key west vacation last weekend...how weird lmao
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Post by suzanne on Nov 23, 2008 9:30:24 GMT 10
I'v been there for a holiday to!! Was very nice!! Thanks for the comments guys, here's the next chapter!! Chapter 21 Once Luka had taken over the steering wheel, somewhere around Key Largo approximately 60 miles into their journey, Abby took the opportunity to take a closer look at her beautiful surroundings. The little islands, or keys as they were called down here, were not necessarily that astounding when you drove directly through the part where settlers had long ago built up their houses. But as soon as the buildings cleared and gave way to the overseas highway again, Abby could not believe the setting. As they passed bridge after bridge, some of them seemingly endless, she watched in amazement as the ocean right beside them turned from turquoise to azure, from dark blue to almost black, and pretty much every other shade in between. Far out, she could catch glimpses of seagulls and pelicans, probably waiting for their breakfast, in whatever form that might come. She had never seen anything like it, and was blown away by the simple beauty of it all. “It’s pretty spectacular, this whole road, isn’t it?” It was a rhetorical question, so she wasn’t expecting an answer. She got one anyway. “True. But our whole visit so far has been rather incredible if you ask me. And this particular street is not on top of my list.” Abby glanced over at Luka, studying him for a moment. “What is on top of your list?” His answer came without missing a beat, accompanied by an impish grin. “I’ll give you a hint later if you haven’t figured it out by then.” Abby let out a polite chuckle and turned her head in the opposite direction again, facing the beautiful outdoors once more. She still was nervous about the change in their relationship. They had never really been together like that; when the sole focus was not on physical satisfaction, but rather on everything, the whole package more or less. She and Luka never had any problems inside the bedroom. It was outside those confines that both were unsure how to behave around each other. Her last ‘real’ boyfriend, with whom she’d had actual dates, good talks about the normal things in life, and a rather satisfying, if sometimes boring, sex life, had been her ex husband Richard, and that seemed like a lifetime ago. Now, here, with Luka, she felt like she had entered a new playing field, and that notion scared her to death.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 23, 2008 12:33:52 GMT 10
wow great update, i could actually picture their car ride in my head.
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Post by baboune51 on Nov 23, 2008 19:50:32 GMT 10
a journey with beautiful lanscapes
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Post by suzanne on Nov 24, 2008 10:10:10 GMT 10
Chapter 22 Abby paused her thinking when Luka pulled up to a gas station and turned in his seat to face her. “You’ve been quiet. Everything alright?” He seemed apprehensive now. “Oh yeah. I’m just…you know, looking.” She gave what she felt was a reassuring smile and kissed him quickly before opening her door and stepping out to fill up the tank. When Luka steered the car back onto the main road again not even five minutes later, Abby decided that now was as good a time as any to voice her concerns. “Doesn’t this feel weird?” He looked at her, confusion on his face. “Ok, maybe weird is the wrong word but…it’s certainly different, don’t you think?” He replied without losing sight of the traffic in front of him. “Ab’s, I’m sorry, but I can’t read your mind just yet. What’s weird?” "This” She gestured between them like it was obvious what she was referring to. He sighed. “Now that we finally decided to try ’this’ for real, you’re questioning it? Already? That was fast, even for you.” Abby shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not questioning it. Please don’t think that. It’s just…I don’t wanna mess it up. Not again. And on top of that, I don’t have the best track record when it comes to relationships.” Luka took his eyes off the road just long enough to throw an incredulous stare her way. “You do real Ab’s, right?” She had to laugh at that. “Ok, I’m sorry. You win this round.” “Thank you,” Luka replied sarcastically, before focusing his attention on the street that lay ahead of him once more. An uncomfortably silent ten minutes passed without any conversation at all before Abby picked up their earlier topic. “Look Luka, it’s not that I want to analyze every single thing I ever did, that you ever did, or that happened without any fault of our own whatsoever. But at the same time, I can’t help but think…” She was cut off by the person in the driver's seat, who eyed her. “I like that you’re using your brains every once in a while Ab’s, I really do, but you’re over-thinking…this” He smiled reassuringly at her for good measure, letting her know that while he was serious, he wasn’t hurt by her train of thoughts. Abby exhaled slowly. “I can’t help it…it’s what I do.” “Ok, then stop,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Stop what? Thinking?” “YES! Look, I can’t promise you that it’s all going to be roses and fairytales from here on out. That’s not what I do. But I can guarantee you that I’ll try, and I’m asking you to do the same. We can probably safely say that we both hurt each other at some point, but I guess we also agree that all those issues have to stay in the past if this thing here is going to work out. That’s really all there should be to it Ab’s. And since we both suck at relationships, as you so comfortingly said, how about we just run with it, figure it out together?” Abby felt relieved all of a sudden, like a heavy weight had been lifted off her chest. Maybe Luka wasn’t always a genius with words, but he knew what to say in the right moments and even if sometimes it wasn’t much, right now he had told her everything she could ever want to hear. She smiled as she leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. “Ok then. Let’s figure it out together.”
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Post by baboune51 on Nov 24, 2008 21:18:45 GMT 10
they 're so cute !!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by suzanne on Nov 26, 2008 7:57:36 GMT 10
Chapter 23 After Luka and Abby had checked into their motel for the upcoming night, they decided not to waste any time in their accommodation, instead heading out again almost as soon as they had thrown their bags into the unwelcoming room. They drove the short distance to the old town of Key West, where, after a good 20 minutes to get through impossibly narrow streets, they indeed found a parking space that was totally and utterly free of charge. The pair quickly found a cute little restaurant on Duval Street, which ran from the very north to the very south of the island, and which seemed to house many restaurants and bars, quirky little shops and a variety of art stores. After consulting her local area map at lunch, Abby decided to approach this ‘touristy experience’ strategically, much to Luka’s amusement, starting off by walking all the way down to the most southern points. Once they’d taken the obligatory picture next to the barrel that represented some attraction, Luka teased her by claiming to actually being able to see Cuba from that very spot with his own two eyes, and Abby, thanks to her disregard of all things geography, had actually believed him for a minute. After convincing herself with the help of her map that it was indeed pretty much impossible to make out Cuba from their current location, the two-some slowly strolled back up north through some of the smaller side streets, smiling at the tiny old houses that had probably seen many crazy artists and wild hippies in their time. Eventually the couple continued back on the main road, stopping by an old lighthouse and the Ernest Hemingway House a former residence of the late author that had been turned into a museum for some ‘culture’, as Abby had claimed. Then, via a small detour, they moved on to the cemetery. Luka thought it was probably crude, most certainly tactless, to consider the final resting place of the dead a tourist attraction, but he had to acknowledge that the way the caskets where stacked on top of each other was a pretty impressive solution in combating the apparent lack of space on the island. It also showed him that no, not even in a place as joyful and stunning as Key West, did people live forever.
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Post by baboune51 on Nov 26, 2008 22:07:44 GMT 10
they make of the tourism ! they are so cute !!!!
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Post by Taylor on Nov 27, 2008 2:04:04 GMT 10
awesome keep going
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Post by suzanne on Nov 28, 2008 20:31:42 GMT 10
Chapter 24 After their brush with mortality for the day, Luka and Abby sauntered into the direction of the port, where some of the big cruise ships were getting ready to head back out to sea, continuing their journey. The couple stopped at Mallory Square, where hundreds of people gathered every night right by the docks to observe the ‘famous’ sunset, which was supposed to take place at exactly 6.20 pm on this wonderfully clear evening. As he stood by the railing with his arms wrapped around Abby from behind, watching a big, fiery ball of red and gold gradually disappear into the ocean, Luka had to admit that the whole situation was pretty striking. He’d read a statistic once, but couldn’t remember how many thousands of men had gone down on one knee here, spontaneously or well-planned, to ask the supposed love of their lives for marriage due to the beautiful setting and the romantic ambiance of these moments. He wondered how many of them were divorced by now. When the sun had finally vanished completely below the horizon, Abby turned her head slightly and looked at him sideways, her arms folded on top of his, a content smile on her face. He glanced down at her. “You do know I’m not gonna say anything remotely romantic now, right?” She chuckled. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting you to.” After contemplating their exchange for a second, Abby turned around in his arms and started kissing him, leisurely at first, then more thoroughly as their tongues found each other, melting together in a comfortable rhythm. Once they pulled apart to catch their breaths, Abby looked up into her boyfriends’ eyes sheepishly. “Sorry, but there’s gotta be something resembling a passionate moment. I mean, when will we ever experience a sunset like that again?” “You do realize Ab’s the sun sets were we live to….” She gave him a playful shove. “Oh, shut up. This was my moment, and I had it. Now I’m ready for a drink.” Luka smirked as he grabbed her hand, turning to leave. “Lead the way then.”
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Post by baboune51 on Nov 28, 2008 22:45:02 GMT 10
The sunset gives ideas !!!
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Post by Taylor on Nov 29, 2008 3:25:41 GMT 10
awwe pretty scene and story so far, i cant wait to see what happens with luka and abby....
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Post by suzanne on Nov 30, 2008 23:15:28 GMT 10
Chapter 25 The pair ended up in a small, inviting bar where a live band played some incredible jazz. It was not the type of music either of them usually listened to, but it fit the surroundings and the atmosphere in the venue was great, making them stay put until the early hours of the morning. When the two-some headed back to Miami late the next day, after a drawn-out breakfast on the main island itself and after numerous other short stops on the smaller keys in between to admire the wonderful, tiny, white stretches of beach and to take a break from driving with an irritating hangover, Luka was completely exhausted. They had, once more, not gotten nearly enough sleep after a night that had involved a good amount of alcohol, and the early check-out time of 10 am had not helped whatsoever. Right now, he couldn't recall how he managed stuff like this in everyday life. Abby at least looked more refreshed than he felt, but she hadn’t yet let on if she was indeed as chirpy on the inside as she appeared to be on the outside. She was at least trying to make light conversation, which was more than could be said for himself. “Isn’t it funny how far we’ve come from only a week ago? And don’t even say it, I don’t mean the actual physical distance between Chicago and Florida.” He grinned at that. She knew him too well. Abby just rolled her eyes at his expression and continued wistfully. “I had a great time down here. I love the sun. I sometimes wish it was sunnier in Chicago, puts you in a different mood right away, doesn’t it?” “So you’re blaming the lack of sunshine for our dreadful attempt at dating before?” She didn’t even grace him with an answer, instead focusing all her attention on the road ahead of her. His statement, as he was about to find out, had not been enough to get her to quiet down anyways, because she just ignored it and kept on chatting. “You said it yourself…one step at a time. Those were rainy, wet steps that we had to take before figuring out how to use an umbrella. And only after that did we even dare to walk without the constant protection of our powerful shield against the never-ending precipitation.” “Care to hear my opinion?” He didn’t wait for confirmation on Abby’s part before continuing. “Because I think you seriously need to work on mastering the abstract art of metaphors before saying anything else.” She smirked as her right hand left the steering wheel and reached over, patting his head lightly. “You know, maybe you shouldn’t talk when you’re like this. Just go back to sleep and I’ll wake you once I’m lost, ok?” Luka chuckled before he did as he’d been told and shut his eyes. If there was one thing that he had learned about Abby Lockhart this week that he hadn’t necessarily known before, it would have to be the fact that she did not take herself too seriously when she was relaxed and carefree like that, and he was seriously starting to appreciate the trait – a lot.
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Post by Taylor on Dec 1, 2008 0:41:08 GMT 10
i wonder what will happen when they get back home.......
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