Okay, here comes a very looong update!!!
I'll post this now because I don't know when I'll be able to post next, will be working twenty-four-seven until monday soo... ENJOY!!***
They sat in silence for a while, occasionally murmuring a thought or musing, completely comfortable to say anything to each other. Abby eventually layed her head into the boy's lap to get a better view of the sky. Luka tried to point out all the constellations and galaxies he remembered from science class. He wasn't doing very well. Abby knew more about the stars' names than he did.
"Maybe you should be telling me about the stars," Luka said affectionately as he ran a hand through her hair. Her hair was almost dry now but it was still so soft.
"No," Abby shook her head as her dark eyes shined up towards him. "Tell me some more stories about your family."
Luka had been telling her old family stories that his mother had told him about his ancestors. Little anecdotal stories like his great-grandfather's journey to America from Russia and his grandmother's bold decision to marry a poor Russian immigrant's son during the Depression.
"I don't remember these stories very well, you know. My mom told me these years ago as bedtime stories."
"What, she didn't read you Mother Goose nursery rhymes like my mom did?"
"Not exactly. Anyway, I'm probably mixing a lot of fact and fiction."
"That's all right, as long as they're entertaining, right?"
"Sure. So what do you want to hear about now?" He liked telling her stories, even if he had to create a little bit of history whenever his memory blanked out on him during these tales.
"Tell me your favourite family story. The one you remember the best."
She couldn't get enough of the great view she had of him right now. His handsome face was illuminated by the moonlight and she could better admire his strong cheekbones and full lips.
Luka thought about it for a while and finally decided to tell her about his grandmother's sister, his great-aunt Janna, who had been a Red Cross nurse in Europe during World War II. She had fallen in love with a German Nazi soldier who was a prisoner of war in the now Allied-occupied Italy. Janna and her German soldier were planning to escape the war and go to Switzerland. But during their escape, Janna's friends, out of fear for her safety and suspicion of the soldier's true motives, had told some Allied officers of the couple's plan. Their plan backfired tragically, they were shot while trying to escape across the Italian border. They died in each other's arms.
After he finished the story, he looked down at the Abby’s face. Her shining brown eyes were staring right back up at him, only now they were filled with tears.
"That is the saddest story I have ever heard in my life," She told him.
"Yes, it is," Luka agreed. "But terribly romantic, don't you think?"
"Terribly."
Luka leaned forward, hesitating only for a second, and kissed her again. This kiss was much different than their first tentative one. This one was more passionate. Abby put her hands into his hair to bring him closer to her. It was one of the sweetest and most thrilling kisses that either would ever experience for a long, long time.
"Hey!!!" An outsider's harsh voice interrupted the happy duo's thoughts.
Luka broke the kiss and looked up in surprise. Still lying in the Luka's lap, Abby looked up to see Missy standing a few feet away from them. She had seen them. The couple looked at the intruder in shock and embarrassment, but neither made a move to separate. Missy’s hands were shoved in her pockets and her face looked accusing and disappointed.
"It's ten o'clock… You were suppose to meet me in front of the lifeguard stand?”
"Oh, okay." Abby reluctantly untangled herself from the Lukas’s arms. Abby knew the minute she saw Missy, that there was no point in arguing, if she didn’t follow Missy home, she would tell Maggie about what she saw, and then hell would break lose. She got up and brushed the sand out of her towel. She tried not to look at either of them because she was sure her face must have been flaming.
Luka felt the cold air immediately as Abby left his arms. He silently looked up and watched as she got up and walked over to her friend. She looked back over her shoulder at him, biting her lip. He was still sitting there in the exact same position he had been in when they had kissed.
"Where's your sweatshirt?" Missy said a little harshly.
"What?" Abby was still looking at Luka.
Missy shook his head impatiently. "Your sweatshirt. You took it out here with you?"
"Oh yeah," Abby remembered she had left it on the other end of the beach. She had forgotten it when Luka had taken her to the rocks.
"You better go get it," Missy glanced at the boy. "I'll wait here."
Abby looked at her friend suspiciously. "Don't do anything stupid," She whispered to her before she ran off in search of the errant sweater.
As soon as she left, Luka got up and brushed the sand off of him. Luka walked up to the girl and smiled at her. They looked about the same age. She looked exactly like the collage girls at his university. She wore a tight see-through shirt with a red push-up bra and a tight pair of jeans.
"Hey," Luka smiled. He was about to introduce himself until he saw the withering glance the girl was giving him. Luka stopped in surprise, not sure what to do next.
"She's only fifteen," Missy simply said. "Leave her alone."
Luka looked stunned and said nothing. He noticed that her eyes were dark brown like Abby’s, but they didn't exude the same warmth, instead hers were cold and hard.
Missy looked at the boy through her narrowed eyes for a couple more seconds and then turned on her heel and left.
Abby ran up to her friend and shoved her sweatshirt into Missy’s hands.
"Give me a minute," She said as she looked over at Luka on the rocks. She wanted to say good-bye properly, without Missy, and maybe get his phone number or address.
"Where are you going?" Missy watched as Abby took some steps over to the rocks.
"I'll be there in a minute, Missy." Abby said as she turned back momentarily, and then walked back to the rocks where Luka was standing.
"Hey," Abby said shyly as she got up close to him. She wanted to resume their closeness, but she knew that her friends very unwelcome cameo appearance had spoiled it momentarily.
"Hey," Luka answered back, refusing to look at her. He felt so confused and guilty. She's only fifteen; he yelled at himself, how could you be so stupid?
Abby immediately noticed his detached behaviour. This was much different from the boy who had kissed her and wrapped his long arms around her just five minutes ago. She smiled softly and reached out to hold his hand into hers like she had done before but he quickly crossed his arms.
Abby's smile collapsed. What had happened? She looked over at Missy. She was watching them like a stern schoolteacher with her arms folded and her chin up.
"What did she say to you?" Her voice was shaking. She was trying very hard not to cry.
"Nothing." It was a short, curt answer. Abby had never heard this tone before from him. The voice he had been using with her before was soft and warm and compassionate. She didn't like the change at all.
"Nothing?" Abby echoed, not believing.
Luka finally turned to face the girl. He could barely look her in the eyes. He was too scared that if he got lost in her gaze, he would forget that she was fifteen. Forget that she was too young for him now.
"You better go," He said in a cold voice. He couldn't believe how hard he was sounding; it amazed him that he could make himself sound so unfeeling.
"Your mother may have a problem with you being up past your bedtime."
The last statement hit her out of nowhere. Abby’s eyes first widened with shock and then began to swell with tears. The tears were coming on too much. She wasn't strong enough to stop them anymore.
"All right, then," She whispered, her voice a mixture of pain and anger.
She turned away quickly; her pride wouldn't allow her to let him see her crying. She slowly walked away and didn't let the tears fall until she was safely away from him.
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