----- Chapter Six -----

An hour and a half later and I'm getting ready to go out and listen to more of how Abs loves Danielle. He left well over an hour ago, and I watched him talk to the two remaining fans who were camped outside his house.

Now I'm putting on some clothes and hardening myself to whatever Abs has to say. I've got a gut feeling it's not good and I'm steeling myself for it.

The doorbell rings and I grab my phone and keys and dash downstairs. I always try and get to the door before anyone else. My family is just plain irritating. Even though, by now, my sisters should be used to Abs and who he is, they still treat him like some huge novelty. I mean, they've known him all their lives but I spose it must be pretty weird for them. Then there's my mother. I know she prolly means well but…well lets just leave it at that. Anywayz, I try to hide them as much as I can and not put Abs through the painful and confusing process of talking to them.

"Hey girl!" he squeaks as I open the door. It's a very adorable squeak and only appears when he's excited or nervous. Either way, he's definitely highly strung, hopping from one foot to the other.

"Hey…" I mumble, as I close the door behind me. I'm acutely aware of Abs grabbing my hand and leading the way. We always hold hands, but now everything's changed and it obviously…different. We reach this little café we go to quite a bit, and sit at a table. It's pretty secluded, round some BACKSTREETS [*LoL* sorry couldn’t resist that hehe], definitely away from any main and commercial roads.

There's an uncomfortable silence for a moment or two - I'm staring at my hands and Abs is fidgeting in his seat. I push my seat away from the table and get up, announcing, "I'm gonna get the drinks. Whadd'ya want?"

"Umm…Pepsi. Please."

"Ok," I return in a minute or two with his bottle of Pepsi and my coffee. It's not decaffeinated and has three sugars --- I need all the help I can to stay awake today. I'm in a sleepy mood. I try to make conversation: "So…how does it feel to be twenty?"

Abs sits and thinks, "About the same."

"So you're not suddenly older and wiser then?"

"Well, I'm older, but not wiser."

"Ok," I smile, "I'll remember that when you try and tell me that you're wiser then. Cos I know what you're like."

"I am wiser…" he pauses, "…than you."

"No way. You talk shit."

"I don’t talk shit!" he protests.

"You do most of the time…"

"Some of the time."

"MOST of the time," I stress.

"But not all of the time."

"Nope not all of the time."

"I can be serious," he claims.

I raise my eyebrows, "You can?"

He nods his head adamantly, "Yup…" Abs lowers his eyes and scratches one of his perfectly formed eyebrows. God he's gorgeous. He sighs, repeating, "I can be serious. Like now. I need to talk to you."

It's my turn to sigh, as I mutter, "Go on then…"