When We Meet Again...If We do

The beginning

"You find love when you least expect it." Marcy said. She was lying on the couch while I was fixing my hair.
"Maybe...who knows?" I told her.
"You know that, duh." She responded.
"Whatever, come on. I'm going to be late."
"It's not my fault that you want to have a summer job...when you can have a summer love." She said.
"Why do you keep talking about love?" I ask.
"Because it's just one of those things that don't have a definition. You just feel it...yet how can you explain it?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know. Probably because you don't have a boyfriend."
"And you know what Marcy?" I snapped.
"What?" She said...mockingly.
"Shut up." She looked appalled.
"Fine. Treat your best friend like that. Jeez, Abilene."
"Fine, I'm sorry." I apologized. "Sorry for my bad mood. I recieved a C for my essay yesterday, so I'm sorta steamed."
"Nah it's okay." I was just about ready to leave our apartment, when she said. "Bt I was serious about what I said before- Love happens when you least expect it."
With that, I walked out the door. Feeling a little bit uneasy, though.

Oh...wait. My apologies. I'm Abilene Lox. That girl who was talking about "love" back there was my bestfriend Marceline Chasty. We rent out an apartment, ever since her parents let us. And, I chose to have a summer job because I want to raise some money. She thinks that it's because my life is dull and boring. At least I pay my half for the rent.

Anyways, while I was driving to the coffee shop in town, where I work, I was still feeling uneasy. Maybe because I skipped breakfast, I thought.
So, I arrived at the coffee shop on time. My shift went by faster than any other day that I had worked (and I had worked for a few weeks now). I left the coffee shop, drove to the grocery store to buy some food.
By the time I got back at our apartment. Marcy was out of the house. She left a note saying:
Went out. I won't be back until tomorrow, I'm staying at my mom's place. She's sick.
-M
Okay, so I get the rest of the day alone. I put my bag on the table and the Marcy's note fell onto the floor. It had turned over.
I rolled my eyes. She wrote "You find love when you least expect it." And added a little smiley face.
Sweet...yeah right, I thought.
Well, since I don't have anything else to do today...I might as well take a nap. I checked the clock: 3 o'clock in the afternoon, then fell asleep.

RING! RING! The phone had woken me up.
"Hello?" I answered the call.
"Hey Abbey, it's Marcy."
"Oh hi."
"Okay, um. Is my bag there? I think I left it." She said.
"Wait, let me see." I got up and walked into the living room. I looked around for Marcy's big pink bag- it was hard to miss. But it wasn't there. "No, Marcy I don't see it here. Maybe you left it in your car."
"Oh. Okay, but thanks."
"No problem." I hung up. I yawned.
Hmmmm. I thought.

Maybe I'll just go for a walk. I still had that queezy feeling.

I walked out of the apartment. Out of the building, and walked all the way to the nearest park. The sun was still up, just into the distance. Creating a pinkish color in the sky.
A beautiful day, I thought.
Humming, I walked through the park. Not much people were here today, but I didn't mind. I guess I have always been a loner, had few friends. Except for Marcy, she counts for a lot of people at once to me. My parents had died when I was seven. I was adopted by my aunt and uncle, but they had passed too, just a few weeks before I legally was an adult (18 years). Marcy's parents took me in for those few weeks. I decided to get a job. I worked at the local grocery store for a bit. After that I went to college, using the money my parents and aunt left me. Then, I took the job at the coffee store. The past year has been rushed for me I guess. And I haven't had a boyfriend- ever. I don't really think about having one, but sometimes I feel a little lonely. If you're wondering on how I look like- well it's not much. I am 5'9. Have curly, white-blonde hair,and dark blue eyes. My aunt used to say how much I looked like my mother, yet acted like my father: stubborn, quiet, and has a sense of humor. I don't think the last one is true though.
As I continued walking through the park, the sun was going down. I checked my watch. It was seven thirty-two. I turned around and started to walk back home. I decided to take the shortcut, and crossed the bridge that led to my apartment building. What I didn't know was that someone was walking that way too.
"Um, excuse me, miss." It was a man- well at least he looked around 18 or 19. With gentle-looking green-gray eyes, and dark brown hair that fell into his eyes. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Yes, it's 7:50." I told him.
"Okay, thank you." He said. His voice was nice. A little husky, but quiet and polite.
"Are you going somewhere, sir?" I asked.
"Actually, I'm not." He told me.
"Hmm. Yes, well I'll be going now. Goodnight." I said.
"Yes, goodnight." He smiled. He walked in the opposite direction.
I continued walking too. About fifty paces away i stooped again because someone was in my way.
It was another man, but this one looked at least 40. With a crew cut,he had scars on his face, and a tough look. He didn't look very polite to me.
"That guy." He pointed to the younger man who was still walking the other way. "What did he tell you?"
"He asked me for the time." I told him.
"Did he tell you anything else?" He grabbed my arm.
"N-no, sir." I was afraid already.
"Are you sure?" He said.
I nodded. "Yes." I turned my head. The younger man was out of sight. I faced the middle aged man again. "What do you want?"
"The guy you talked to." His hold on my arm was very tight.
"Um, why?" I asked. Maybe I could distract him, then kick him, then run away.
"Because-wait why do you want to know?" He said sternly.
"I don't know, just asking."
I saw a figure come out from behind a tree. It was a woman, she approached the middle aged man.
"Danny! Who's this?" She told him. She had short, jet black hair, and wore all black clothes.
"Some little girl who got in the way." He said
"Hey! I'm 18, I'm not little." I snapped, but they ignored me.
"Where'd he go?" The woman asked.
"Over there." With his free hand, Danny pointed behind me.
"I'll go." The woman said.
"Silvia, what if he's already left the park?" Danny asked.
"Nevermind that- just get rid of the girl." Silvia ordered.
"Wha?" I squeaked. But, Silvia had already run off. And Danny pulled me towards the side of the bridge.
"No no no! That water is cold! Mister please! Don't dump me in there! I can't swim!" I begged.
"Sorry girl, it's strictly business." He said casually. He picked me up. "But better for me, you'll just drown."
"What type of business is-" but I was cut off. I only screamed. Danny had thrown me over the side of the bridge.
When I hit the water I almost forgot to breathe. The water was deep, I looked down and coudn't see the end. I tried staying calm, and also tried to remember what my uncle had told me when I tried to swim.
"Just kick with your feet, and doggy paddle." He'd always say.
So I tried it. It wasnt working.
Now, I panicked. I went under water and blacked out. I was sure that I was dead...when I felt someone's arm around me.
I could breathe again. I gasped. Then I looked around at my surroundings. I was still at the park, just on the other side of where I was supposed to be. I was on the grass, all wet. But, I was only thinking that I was alive, and not that I was wet and freezing cold.
"Are you okay?" Someone asked. It was that guy again. The green eyed, brown haired 18 or 19 year old, and he was dripping wet.
"I'm fine..." My teeth were chattering.
"Good." He said. "But you're freezing- here." He grabbed a towel from behind me. I looked back and saw that there was a basket full of stuff, probably left by someone who had gone picnicking earlier in the day.
"Um..thank you." I said.
"For what?" He asked.
"Saving me from drowning." I told him matter-of-fact.
"Oh. That's nothing." He said quietly, he shook his head. "You weren't supposed to be involved."
"With what?" I asked.
"Whatever just happened right now...are you okay?"
"Yes...just thankful that I'm alive."
I know I shouldn't be thinking about it, but he looked really cute. What? The guy saved my life.
"Not traumatized or anything?" He said.
"Nope." I said.
"Um, what time is it?" I asked this time.
"Sorry, I don't have a watch." He looked at me.
"Okay, I should really get going now..." I started to get up.
"No." He said.
"Why?"
"You are not going alone this time. I'll give you a ride." He got up, but he also picked me up. So, our faces were like almost a few inches apart.
"I can walk you know." I told him.
"Not dripping wet." He said.
"You're wet too." I pointed out.
"That's different. I bet you wouldn't like to carry me."
"Fine."
He carried me all the way to the other end of the park. When he stopped at a black car and pulled out something from his pocket. Doing that, he brought out faces even closer, and I got a whiff of his skin. He smelled like cologne. He held the key in between his teeth while he opened the passenger's seat door for me, and he put me inside like he was carrying a baby. The keys dropped from his mouth and onto the floor. I saw him roll his eyes casually as he picked up the keys. To do that, his body was pressed up against mine. He got the keys, closed the door, and walked over to the driver's side. That's when I began breathing again. He started the car, and we drove off.
"So, um..." I started to say.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Who are you exactly?" I said.
"Um...that's complicated. But, the name my parents gave me is Lance."
"Like the weapon?" I asked.
"Yes. Just like that."
"Your last name?"
"Evendir." He pronounced it like 'evan dear".
"I like that, your name."
"Thank you." There was a short pause. "What is your name?"
"Abilene, Abilene Lox." I said.
"That's a pretty name too, Abbey."
"How'd you know that?" I asked surprised.
"Know what?"
"Everyone calls me Abbey- not Abilene."
"Oh. Well, I thought that it was just...I don't know. I guess I just knew."
"Maybe."
"Also.."
"Yes?"
"Who were those people back there?" I asked.
"Finally, you asked." He said it like 'its about time'. "Well, let's say that I have a lot of...friends." He said friends amusingly.
"They didn't seem very friendly."
"Okay so they don't act like it, but really, they're my enemies."
"You have enemies?"
"Yes, and I don't normally tell people that."
"Okay then...but why'd you tell me?"
"Because you asked."
"Simple enough."
"Uhuh." I looked out the window.
"Wait!"
"What!" He jumped.
"You passed my apartment building!"
"Oh. I'm sorry." He continued driving.
"What are you doing? Turn back."
"I'm going around, please be patient."
A few minutes later we arrived at the building. We got out of the car. I walked up the stairs, and he followed.
"You could've just stayed in your car." I said.
"I want to make sure you're safe." He told me. We reached my apartment and I opened the door.
"Okay, well. This is where we say goodbye, Lance." I looked at him.
"Yes. I should leave...but- one more thing." He was looking at the floor.
"What?" I asked.
"Please don't tell anyone that you've seen me or even met me." He looked serious. "I don't want you thrown over a bridge again." He smiled.
I smiled at him. "Yes sir." and gave him a little salute.
"Okay, goodbye Abbey." He nodded.
"Goodbye." I said back.
He turned and walked down the hallway.
I closed the door, but felt as if I left something. I opened the door, and ran down the hall to catch up with him.
"Lance! Wait." I called.
"Get back inside!" He whispered. I ran up to him.
"I just wanted to say thank you for saving my life."
"You don't need to say thank you." He said.
"Yeah, but...I hope I'll see you again sometime."
He smiled. "I hope so too."
I turned around but turned back again. I went up and hugged him. When I stepped back he looked a little bit shocked.
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine."
"Really?"
"Yes." This time he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. "Hopefully we will meet again."
And he walked away, and I did too. With my hand on my cheek, I felt flushed. And I could feel my face burning.

I admit it. Marcy was kind of right. You find love when you least expect it. With that, I turned off the lights and fell asleep. Hoping that we would meet again...I we do.

Author's Note

. Kind if boring, but I just wanted to introduce the characters.

Reviews

[Sharon]

Great story so far. It's KIND OF LONG