Chapter Eight – Screw You Guys I'm Going Home!

Author's note: The author (that's me) would like to apologise to the readers (that's you) for not updating this story for a long time (that's a very long time). Sorry. Okay now we have got that unpleasant business out of the way I think it is about time we started the chapter…Actually it isn't time I start the chapter…okay now it is…

Carter stood just outside the mansion staring into space. He was thinking, thinking about Abby. He didn't know what he would do when he next saw her, should he talk to her? Should be ignore her? Should he ask why the dinner had been a bad thing? What should he do? He searched the landscape in front of him in a vain attempt to find some answers. The problem with thinking about your problems is that usually instead of finding solutions you become more confused that you were before. You think up new problems, new areas of confusion and new causes to worry. Thinking, regardless of what people say, can be a dangerous business. It was while Carter was thinking about this that in the distance he heard the phone ring. He was about to go inside and get it when he realised that they have servants and he didn't need too, also it would likely be for Gamma. So he kept staring and thinking, thinking and staring. It was because of this that when the butler walked up to him he got quite a shock. "It's for you, sir." The butler handed him the phone.

"Thanks." Carter waited for the butler to leave and then lifted the phone to his head, "Hello?"

"Hi." It was Abby.

"Hi Abby." Said Carter trying to gain his composure. "What do you want?"

She hesitated and he could hear her heavy breathing, "Um…could we meet?"

"Sure." Carter sounded a lot more confident than he felt, "Where?"

She told him of a little diner not too far from the mansion and in no time whatsoever he was inside of it ordering a cup of coffee and some pie. He liked pie. Who doesn't? Anyway he had gotten there first and was waiting for Abby to arrive. Every time the door opened he could quickly look up to be disappointed by the sight of some middle-aged balding man in a fashion designer's nightmare. Then he would look back down at the rapidly disappearing pie and repeat. After about ten minutes of this Abby finally appeared. She looked beautiful, beautiful in the non-conventional sense of the word. The kind of beauty that only someone in love is able to see, the real meaning of the beauty is in the eye of the beholder thing. He stared at her for just a moment before motioning to her. She saw him and walked over and sat down next to him. The waitress took an order for coffee and left the two of them alone. Neither said anything. Carter offered Abby some of his pie but she shook her head and he kept of slowly taking bites from it. Finally the waitress returned with Abby's coffee and this prompted her to speak, "Thanks for coming." She said before taking a sip of her coffee.

"It's no problem." Lied Carter. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I think you know what?"

"The Bulls chances for this season?" He joked.

She looked up from her cup of coffee and straight into Carter's eyes and said, "We have a problem."

"No we don't." Carter knew what was coming, "We're fine."

"We're not fine."

"Yeah I know."

"Something is…" She paused looking for the right word.

"Happening?" Offered Carter.

"Happening. I think we need to deal with it."

"So do I."

Both of them fell silence.

Abby finally spoke up and asked in a nervous voice, "Do you…" but she didn't finish the question

Carter knew what she was asking, "Yeah." He replied. Then asked in an equally nervous voice,  "You?"




They both didn't say anything but just stared into each other's eyes. Finally Carter broke the moment and asked, "So what now?"

"Now we eat pie." Abby replied taking his pie from him.

"Hey!" He protested with a smile.

Author's note: Finished.