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Music. Part 10: Farewell.Bang, bang, bang.
Her father knocked on her door saying, "Abigail! Unlock this door! We've come up with a proper punishment!"
She gave him one last look, hug, kiss, and watched him climb out her window.
She wiped away the new tears, sniffed, and went to unlock the door to her father's snarling face, her mother behind him with crossed arms.
"Kay " she said, turning around to sit on her bed again, leaving the door open for them to come in.
"It doesn't matter."
Her parents paused, taken aback. Her father, in the middle of a word, froze with his mouth open, her mother's eyes widened a fraction of an inch. "What?"
Abi sniffed, swallowed, still not looking at them. "I said, it doesn't matter. He's gone "
Her mother sneered, "Yeah, it's called a 'one night stand', welcome to the real world, Abi! We tried to protect you, but you're so stubborn! Now you're going to be miserable from here on our," she turned, pacing, mumbling about what would happen if Abi turned out
Music. Part 9: Complications.She was still sobbing when she got a text from him.
"How'd parents take it?"
She sniffed and tapped out a simple reply. "Bad."
Him: Can I come sing to you outside your window?
Him: What's wrong?
Him: Can you sneak out tonight and meet me again?
Him: Then I shall come and sneak IN to meet you. c:
In ten minutes there was a tapping on her window. She pulled the curtains back to reveal his smiling face. She opened it and he clambered in. He held her tight before looking at her tear stained face. He frowned, rubbing a thumb under her eyes to wipe away the tears. She leaned her head on his shoulder.
They sat down on the bed and he turned on her music so her parents wouldn't hear them talking.
"Tell my why the tears," he said, holding her again.
"My parents said that I can't see you ever again," she replied staring up at him, her brown eyes welling up with tears again. "But I don't think I can do that
Music. Part 8: Punishment.Music.
Part 8: Punishment.
She was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands which were propped up on her knees.
Her mother sat across from her in an armchair, her arms and legs crossed, still waiting for an answer.
"I meant to be back before you " she mumbled. "I lost track of time."
"Where did you go?"
"I went to the beach to hang out, listen to music, lay on the sand " she bowed her hand again, smiling as she remembered the night. "Saw some dolphins. A bunch of them."
"I don't care about dolphins, Abigail! What possessed you to go out?"
"I, uh" she mumbled incoherent syllables and vowels but no actual words formed. "I--I called Timothy after you left and he said he was there and asked me to come We were only gunna stay for a few minutes, we--"
They both turned as the door opened and her father hurriedly came in, slamming the door behind him.
"I WANT AN EXPLANATION, NOW!" he exploded, looking down at her sitting on the couch, his hands on his hips, a sco
Music. Part 7: Trouble."Abi."
"Nmm, I'm still sleeping," she said with her eyes closed, not wanting to get up.
Laughter. The ocean waves. Seagulls and salty wind.
She remembered what had happened and bolted up. Still so tired her eyes were puffy and didn't to open properly.
"Hi," said a smiling voice close to her.
Her eyes opened. There he was under her, her arms were on either side of his shoulders supporting her like a beach house on its stilts, her legs between his.
"Oh, crap," she said, sleep heavy in her voice. "Crap, crap, crap, crap."
"What?" he chuckled. "We didn't do anything, nothing happened, I swear. This is just fairly awkward."
"No, I, oh God, I'm going to be murdered," she got up and put on her shoes. She found her keys and wallet and stuffed them back in her pockets. She began to pace back and forth not knowing what to do.
She knelt back down in front of him and kissed him.
She pulled away and pecked him on the lips. "Sorry, but I wanted to kiss you before I'm grounded for eternity, never to
Music. Part 6: Sleep."Fine but my clothes stay on," she said, eyeing him suspiciously. "as do yours."
"Abi, why would you even think of something like that?" he inquired. "I swear on my life I will not try anything."
She was silently taken aback by this. Most of the time she couldn't tell if he was being serious, but one thing he never, ever does when he's joking is swear, on his life, or on anything else.
He put his hand behind her ear and kissed her forehead. "I promise."
"Okay," she closed her eyes, her forehead now against his, his hand still behind her ear, her hand on his face.
They slipped off their shoes and laid down on the blanket, her using his chest for a pillow, him using his hand for a pillow, the other stroked her hair until the both fell asleep to the music of the waves and the wind.
"Mmm, Tim?" she stirred, looking around, the mood was full and high in the velvet black sky. "What "
"Hmm? Abi, I'm here," he replied sleepily. "What is it?"
"Oh, you didn't leave. You're here," she hugged
Music. Part 5: Love.He sat up, too, spying the dolphins immediately.
"Wow," he said in aw.
She smiled one of her rare smiles. It was so big and sudden it hurt her cheeks.
"Wow," he said again. She gave him a sideways glance, his eyes weren't on the dolphins or the sunset, or even the ocean. They were on her. They stared at each other for a moment before he hesitantly reached his hand towards her. He'd placed it on her neck when she hid her face in her hands, pulling her knees close.
"What is this?" she said through her hands. She felt so stupid for feeling like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not in real life. Not her. This was TV crap.
She peeked through her hands back at him. "Yes?"
He put his arms around her and held her tight. Her eyes widened in surprise, but once the shock left her she felt a wondrous feeling of security. For once she was safe from the world. Wrapped in his arms with the whimsical music of the sea.
She always felt safest with him. But now all feelings of fear we
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