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Abby
“The courage of a dreamer,
the innocence of youth.
the failure and the foolishness,
that leads us to the truth.
the hopes that make us happy,
the hopes that don’t come true.
And all the love there ever was,
I see this all in you.” ~ Lynn Ahrens and Stephen Flattery, Once on This Island

“This probably isn’t the best time to bring this up, but I was never too big on doing what’s appropriate, so, um, I’m gonna try to say this without sounding like too much of a jerk.” My eyes widened, surprised at the words that had flown out of my mouth without me giving them my blessing. Taylor raised his eyebrows and nodded, and I continued, willing myself to look at my friend and not the table- I was having major eye-contact issues lately. “I’m scared.”

Confusion clearly read in Taylor’s eyes, but I cut him off before he could ask me where my fears stemmed from.

“I’m scared because...I know our friendship had completely twisted itself around, and I don’t know how. Believe me, I’ve tried to figure out how, but I can’t, and I don’t even care. Because it doesn’t even make a difference anymore. I’m scared because I know things can’t go back to the way they used to be, and I don’t even think I want them to be the way they used to be.” I reddened, and looked down again.

“Abs,” said Taylor slowly. “What exactly are you telling me here?”

“I’m telling you-” I stopped, realizing words were failing me utterly, as they had never failed me before. So, using courage I wasn’t aware that I possessed, I stood up, walked around the table, and kissed my lifelong friend right on the lips, in the middle of the cafeteria in Jenks General Hospital.

For a terrifying moment, Taylor didn’t respond, and every ounce of self-doubt I had flooded my mind. And then he kissed me back.

We stood there for a long time, Taylor and I, or maybe it was just a few seconds. I couldn’t tell you. After a while, I was sure that the adults in the room were whisperng about “those horny kids”, but I didn’t care. They didn’t matter...

“Hey, Taylor!”

It was the second time a voice had interrupted us, but this one was filled with elation (if surprised elation), not smoldering fury. We broke apart, and there stood Isaac.

“It’s a girl!”

“No kidding!” said Taylor, who hugged his brother, then turned and kissed me. He turned back to Ike. “Is Dad here?”

“Yeah, he only got here a few minutes ago. In time, though.”

I smiled. “That’s good.”

Taylor took my hand. “Ike, we’ll meet you upstairs in a minute, okay?”

Isaac nodded, smirking slightly. “Yeah, sure.” He headed towards the elevator, and Taylor and I embraced again.

“It’s not gonna be easy, you know,” I whispered.

“I never expected it to be.”

I knew we’d be fine. Contents E-mail