it had to be you

[Boston Caleb Reid]

I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it

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There were moments in life that were filled with the profound realization that you were actually doing something entirely normal. That there were other people who had done what you were doing, that there were probably millions of people in the same situation as you right then. Boss was use to doing things that were a little unconventional, to put it gently. The up's and down's of being in the band and living with whatever you got did that for him. He learned to go with the flow and roll with the punches so much so that he got use to things being somewhat off-balance. That he didn't expect normal or simple plans to work out. So when the idea of taking Abby on an actual date came into being, part of him didn't think it would work out. That something had to come up last minute, be it her work or a club wanting them to play short notice. One of the millions of things that could go wrong, would. But nothing had, as far as he could tell when he got home early from one of his many trips into the older parts of the town. One that might have otherwise taken all day if he didn't need to meet up with Abby on time, though he had thought to pick up some flowers for her to be sure he wasn't showing up empty handed. There weren't any messages waiting for him, which had to mean she was canceling the whole thing. And suddenly the idea of doing something normal like this seemed much more real, like he had decided he wasn't going to get his hopes up or look forward to it until he could be sure it was going to happen.

It was still a little hard to believe everything that had happened with Abby as it was. Because it use to be impossible, her liking him back. That was what he'd always figured, that if he'd risked making any sort of move that she'd just brush it off the same way she probably did with any of the guys that filled the bars at night. Like it was nothing. Because hadn't they always been that way? Flirting harmlessly but never taking anything seriously. Why should that have changed for her just because Boss wanted it to? The world didn't work that way, didn't bend itself to Boston's will at a moments notice. Boss wasn't suppose to have had a chance with Abby, so being surprised when the other night wasn't just something he made up in his head made perfect sense. Things that good just didn't happen to the guy every day. Now Boss just wanted to do whatever he could to hold on to it, to make sure that he never had to go through Abby running away from him again. He was too far in now, far too attached to the girl to give her up. He just wanted everything to be perfect, to stay perfect. For the rest of the world to leave them alone for a while. So asking her on a proper date was what had made sense. A perfect reason to get her without Annie or Denny or anyone else.

He hadn't thought much about it when he'd asked her if she wanted to go out somewhere that weekend, didn't have any actual plan at the time as to where they could go. But his desire to make sure Abby was happy had led to making serious plans and even something resembling a schedule for the evening. The fact that pretty much all the bands shows were at night gave him whole days to waste making up his mind. That was the thing about what was technically still a first date, despite everything that had already happened. You could never be sure of what the other person thought about the food or where you went or anything. You just had to sweat it out and hope for the best. Or Boss had to any way. Abby of course had the liberty to even the most unimportant thoughts in Boston's head and would know the second he didn't like something. Which kind of made him wish that she'd been the one setting up this date, at least then there wasn't such a high risk for disappointment. But Boss would never actually ask her to do it, some amount of pride in him stopped that idea before it ever got off the ground. Cause he wanted at least the chance to prove that he could do this all on his own. So he called the fancy restaurant and made the first reservation ever that referred to him as Mr. Reid and he kept checking all the different movie times until he probably could recite them to Abby if she happened to ask.

Boston was sure that it would become pretty obvious that this wasn't something he did every weekend and that Abby was just coming along this time. He wouldn't have the money for it even if that was something he wanted to do. The boy was just going with the idea that it was the thought that counts, and not the size of your knowledge on wine lists. It was too late to change his mind any way, since there was just enough time to get dressed before going over to Abby's. Boss hadn't told the girl too much when it came to what to expect that night. Though he couldn't keep any of the details away from her if she really wanted to know, he did try to put the effort in to surprise her. It wasn't that big of a deal either way, so long as she liked it in the end. Quickly putting on the outfit he'd deemed most acceptable that morning, he made sure to send Abby a text to let her know he was on his way before grabbing his wallet and heading out the door. Boss had had the sense to borrow a car ahead of time just in case things went smoothly, deciding it was better than forcing Abby to walk a million blocks. Even if that was how he preferred to get around, he imagined it was a much bigger strain in high heels.

Getting to Abby's house was easy either way, really Boss could probably find it with his eyes closed at this point no problem. He was naturally good with things like directions and Abby's home had become one of the more important destinations in his life. Which was a change he had yet to feel any regret about. Even if the girl he was doing it all with thought he was crazy for it. Boston figured that Abby might accept the fact that she hadn't scared him off more with time, when she had some proof that his promises weren't more empty words that were just nice to hold on to temporarily. Thats what he had to believe at least, it was a much easier pill to swallow than the idea that Abby would always expect the worst from him. Pulling up in front of her home, he was probably too quick jumping out of his seat to run up to the door to come off as cool and collected. The boy was just eager, this was even the first time he'd been right on time in as long as he could possibly remember. Another small attempt to make a good impression despite having known Abby for ages and her being fully aware of how bad he was for losing track of time. " Abby, open up," he half yelled, after knocking on the door several more times than what could be considered absolutely necessary. The concept of just walking in had crossed his mind, but at the last second he'd changed his mind about that. Even if there was nothing new to see, he was perfectly happy to give Abby her privacy.

" We're going to be late if you don't hurry up," Boss called through the door with a small grin on his face, what he was saying wasn't really true but if it got her going then so be it. There was a little nervousness from all this in him, mostly from pressure he needlessly put on himself, but it wasn't to the point that he was full out panicking or anything. Because being around Abby might have made him want to try to be the best version of himself but it didn't make him feel like he was put on a giant pedestal by her or anything like that. It hadn't even been her idea to put all this effort into a single date. That was Boss almost entirely. He wanted to make sure that Abby had at least one proper date, not that he planned on this being the only date they ever had. From what she'd told him, he didn't think she had been with anyone else that might have gone to the same lengths that he had. So he wanted to be some kind of first for her, even if it wasn't the same way that she had been for him. They were kind of opposites in that sense. making up for the areas where the other's experience was lacking. Who needed it more was simply a matter of opinion.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] moi
ROLEPLAYING WITH: [/color]alice//abby
WORD COUNT WITHOUT CODES:[/color] 1570
OUTFIT:[/color] clicks right hurr
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[ABIGAIL CASSIDY PIERCE]

let's get fucked up and die
I'M SPEAKING FIGURATIVELY OF COURSE

Abby sat in her bed and started at the phone. She had been like that for almost two hours now. She had been contemplating weather or not to call Boss. Tell him that she had to go to work and couldn't go on the date. At the same time she was hoping that he would call and tell her that he would be over in a second. She was confuse with how she was feeling about this whole "date" thing. She had never been on one before and wasn't sure what to do with herself. She had never went to sleep that night. Instead she went out shopping and bought a dress she knew she was never going to wear again. She is also now basically broke from buying it. She actually thought about stealing it right off the rack at the store, and if she had been better at stealing, she would have. But she had never stolen anything in her life, so to start now, right before a date, on something so expensive, well she just didn't do it. She payed with her own money and was going to have to start working over time at the bar if she was ever going to see a dollar again.

Abby flopped back into her queen size bed and just thought about every decision that brought her to this point. She wanted to regret saying yes. She wanted to regret buying this dress. And she wanted to regret everything in her life that made her say yes to anything remotely like a date. But she didn't. Strangely enough, she didn't regret a thing. She was excited to go out on this date. She had no expectations for it, mainly because she had never been on one before. She had only seen them in movies and on TV. Both didn't really help her here. There weren't any love stories that were even close to what Abby was going though expect pretty woman (but that was about a prostitute and he was about a million dollars richer), so even that didn't really help her out. Abby's make up was already put on as were all of her accessories and her shoes, which were killing her feet. What am I doing? Abby thought to herself. There were so many things she would much rather be getting ready for. She could be going club hopping with Annie again. Get banged by some random guy whose name she didn't even bother to learn. But the bigger part of her was happy she wasn't getting ready for that. She was happy with Boss. Happy with the person he made her and happy with life. She just wished that all of this happiness didn't have to come with such a great amount of worry. Because Abby was known for getting herself worked up about the little things that no one else even really cared about.

She heard her phone vibrate on her dresser next to her bed. She was sure it was Boss saying that something, anything, came up and they would have to reschedule. Then Abby could take the way to expensive dress off, along with her jewelry and go to sleep. Not think about anything. But the text said quite the opposite. Boss was on his way over. How was this happening? Abby on a date? Abby was sure she had landed herself in some alternate universe where this is was really happening. Abby reached her right hand over and placed it on her left arm, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pinched herself. When she opened her eyes, nothing had changed. She was still in her dress, still way to nervous, and still laying in the middle of her bed. She sat up and looked around her apartment. "Lola, come here kitty, kitty," she coxed for her cat to come over to her. She needed her sweet kitten to come over and love her. She saw Lola crawl out from under her bed and jump up next to her. Abby scooped her up in her arms and rubbed her back. The cat nestled into her arms and purred for more attention. Abby got up to look in the mirror before she had to go. She took one hand from under Lola and wiped under the left eye to get rid of any stray makeup that should not have been there. She continued to pet her cat and make sure everything was perfect.

Abby looked around her small studio apartment. She had managed to pick up just about everything. Her places was spotless from having so much free time on her hands today. Just as she was done inspecting she heard a knock on her door and Boss's voice from the other side. "Abby, open up." Abby took a deep breath and continued to pet her cat. She stood there and looked at the door. A small voice in the back of her head told her to stay as still as possible and act like she wasn't home. Run away from all of this date stuff. But the bigger part of her made her put her left foot in front of her right and vise verse. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up." Abby smiled. She knew he didn't really mean it. It was only to make her move faster. And she did. She was just as excited to see him as he was to see her. She held her cat closer in her arm as she reached for the door handle and slowly opened the door.

Lola let out a meow, saying hello to Boss. Lola had grown a liking to having him around. This was strange for the cat, because Abby was sure the cat liked no one but Abby. But Abby let a smile grace her lips as she checked out what Boss was wearing. She instantly felt over dressed and really stupid. This was just dinner and a movie. She could at least act like she knew what she was doing, even if in reality she had not a clue. "Well, doesn't someone look hansom and spiffy." Abby said. She wasn't sure is people still used words like hansom and spiffy in regular conversation like this, but she was at a loss for words. She put Lola down and watched as she quickly ran back to the comfort of under Abby's bed. The poor cat was scared to death to look outside, let alone be on the verge of walking out the door. Abby giggled at her cat before turning back to Boss. She tried the best she could not to read his mind. She didn't want to ruin any surprises he might have for her. She wanted for this moment to be normal. Not to read minds of every person who walked by and then some. She just wanted to be Abby. "Ready to go hot stuff?" Abby asked him as she giggled and walked out the door. She turned around to lock the door, then turned back around to face her date for this evening.

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notes • abby is.. confused?
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[Boston Caleb Reid]

I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it

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Dates themselves didn't phase Boss. He'd been on enough of them, some good but mostly bad, that nothing about going on one was what made him feel nervous. Who he'd some how convinced to go on one was what filled him with that kind of nervous excitement that was much harder to explain out loud to someone else. Other people might not have been able to understand or comprehend everything it took to get the two of them this far. It wasn't the same as all the other dates he'd been on, which were much more legitimate first dates than this probably was. Those had been with people he barely knew or had some how been set up with by other people who wouldn't have had any idea what kind of person Boston would end up with, though to be fair he hadn't either. By any means he didn't know them as well as he knew Abby. Hadn't seen them before and after most of the shows the band did, hadn't spent so much time innocently in their company because of Annie and Denny. That was what did it for him. Made him excited and apprehensive at the same time. This was Abby and that made it seem much more important. He was already so invested in her and trying for a relationship that it would be impossible to not care.

Boss hadn't thought about exactly how nervous everything might have been making Abby until he was already standing in front of her door and it was taking her a little longer than usual to answer. The boy just didn't put the idea of Abby and nerves together right away. Abby wasn't usually timid or scared, at least when he was around. Some how, in his head, she still the girl who wasn't afraid of anything be it drunk guys at the bar or the jokes that often came her way in the late evenings after a show. Even if he knew perfectly well that it wasn't true, she had shown him that much. It was hard to shake an idea that was so cemented in his memory that Boss could still catch himself expecting to see that Abby whenever he came over. All part of adjusting to what had had to change if there was going to be even the slightest possibility of them working out. And it wouldn't fair to start expecting that from her, to always be perfectly composed no matter what the situation. No one could pull that off without lying through their teeth every couple minutes with a big fake smile plastered to their face like a bathroom fixture, which Boss didn't need or want Abby to start doing. There was no point in being with someone who was just pretending to be exactly what you wanted. That was just a colossal waste of time. Boss had done more than enough of that already, and he would guess that Abby was in the same boat that he was on that. So he worked at adding whatever tiny detail Abby gave him about herself, knowingly doing it or otherwise, to his mental picture of her. Like filling in all the blanks until who the girl he was so crazy about made a little more sense.

None the less, when she finally opened the door, he let go of the breath he didn't mean to be holding, fought back the urge to pull her into something that was a mix between a huge and a tackle for not leaving him standing in the doorway all night. Something that was made even more difficult when he took in what she was wearing and silently decided that this date might have very well been his best idea yet. Which brought the easy smile back to his face, aided by the greeting of sorts he got from the odd ball cat of Abby's who he liked because of how much it reminded him of Abby herself. Granted Boss liked most animals, got along well with them and always had. He was much better at spending time with other people's pets though, the boy didn't have any of his own since the idea of being completely responsible for a living thing had always freaked him out a bit. " Whatta know, thats exactly what I was going for, spiffy," Boss told her with a laugh, though his tone was never anything but good natured and joking, having never before been described like that. It was just that it struck him as something only Abby would say, not your every day person on the street. But it was cute and a little endearing, reminding him even more so about why he liked the odd ball girl with her odd ball cat in the first place. The fact that even if Boss was taking Abby on something that should be completely normal like this date, she could surprise him in a million different ways.

" Born ready babe," he answered in the same pleasant tone, listening to the melody that made up her laugh as he watched Abby lock the door ever so patiently. Despite what he'd told her before, he wasn't in any kind of rush. The sooner they got there, the sooner they would end up leaving after all. " You look amazing by the way, even more than usual," Boss added when she was facing him again, grabbing onto her hand gently as he lead the way over to the car while making sure he wasn't completely dragging her along in those torturous looking shoes. The only reason he let go was to open the passenger side door for her with a flourish as if beckoning her into some sort of fantastic carriage that was just waiting to whisk her away. " After you then," he said cheerfully while letting her get in before carefully closing the door behind her and semi-running over to the other side to let himself in. " Fair warning, bit of a terrible driver," Boston told her as he did up his own seat belt for that very reason while making sure there were plenty of cd's in sight for her to choose from if she wanted. They weren't going that far, so the odds of him crashing the car were pretty slim. His driving was really only bad because of how infrequently he did it. Lack of practice made him a bit rusty when he suddenly needed to get behind the wheel again.

Where he was taking them was about a twenty minutes away from Abby's apartment, though Boston wasn't really paying attention to the clock on the way there. His time was spent staring at the road and occasionally risking a sideways glance at Abby to make sure she was okay. Okay, he might have done that more than just occasionally but it was very hard to resist the urge to check that she hadn't vanished since he last looked. Not that she could jump out of a moving vehicle without him some how noticing though. Regardless, when he finally park a little bit down the street from the restaurant, there was a wave of relief that washed over him knowing he'd managed to get her that far. The restaurant was kind of a hole-in-the-wall type thing, being rather small and stuck into the older part of town. That was part of the reason for why Boss picked it though. They didn't try to cover every square inch with another table, so there were far less people there than in the more obvious dining establishments. He was paying for the quiet almost as much as the food really. Boston figured that with less people there, Abby wouldn't have to deal with as much of an onslaught of thoughts about whether to get the chicken with fries or a salad.

It was a good thing that Boss's shoes were infinitely more practical than Abby's, with all this running around he was doing to get to her door and waiting before heading over to pull open the door to the restaurant for her while she caught up. The only reason Boss knew about this place was because of the countless hours he spent outside wandering aimlessly just because he preferred being outdoors. Boss didn't actually go to the expensive restaurants enough to know where they were by heart, he simply happened past them often enough that he could recall the better looking ones when he needed to. Looking away from Abby briefly to get a look at the inside of the restaurant, praying in his head that Abby didn't absolutely hate it. There were mostly small tables with a few larger ones, but the place was obviously meant for couples or just smaller groups as opposed to the dinner for twelve idea. If nothing else, she'd figure out that he had put some time into deciding where to go before picking her up.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] moi
ROLEPLAYING WITH: [/color]alice//abby
WORD COUNT WITHOUT CODES:[/color] 1502
OUTFIT:[/color] clicks right hurr
OTHER:[/color] less poop i think, go me
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[ABIGAIL CASSIDY PIERCE]

let's get fucked up and die
I'M SPEAKING FIGURATIVELY OF COURSE

Abby's mind was freaking out. She had no idea what she was doing right now. Her heard was almost spinning but the second she really saw Boss, she knew there was something right. Him just being there calmed her down and reminded her why she was going though all of this. She was happy her head was so filled with her thoughts that she could hardly hear Boss's, and it was better that way. She was still nervous that she was going to read his mind and ruin some surprise he had planned for her. Of course none of this would have mattered if she knew if there was a surprise. And she almost look in his head to see, but got scared. She couldn't do that to him. she felt like it was cheating on the game. She wasn't sure what movie they were going to be going to, but she really didn't care much. She just wanted to be with him and be herself. She was still kind of worried about the restaurant because if it was to crowded she was going to start preparing herself for the bundle of nose she was about to hear. "You look amazing by the way, even more than usual." She heard Boss say. She could feel her face get red and very hot. She reached her left hand over her face and tried to hid the blush but of course she failed. She was sure he could see the red, but most of her just didn't care. She knew he was being sweet, and from the look of his mind, he was serious. And it kind of made her blush more.

Abby felt boss grab her hands. His hands were always slightly warmer and fit so nicely into her. This whole hand holding and having someone be there for her when ever she needed it, just felt nice. It made her feel better about herself, like she wasn't just there for looks and fucks. But she was there for her mind and had thoughts and comments and a soul. She meant something more than what everyday people saw. She felt better about so many things that she did. She may not have been drinking less, but she hadn't done any guys other than Boss. And she had only done him twice that first night. She still kind of felt bad about doing that to him, but she never bought it up again. She was better when she just kept a lot of her problems to herself. She knew it was bad to keep everything locked up inside of her like she did, but she didn't feel right telling all of this to Boss. There was just to much going on inside of her head. She told him the important things and some of the small things, and just the things she thought that he need to know. But for the most part she kept what was bugging her to herself. She still wasn't sure how willing she was to open up to him. Him being her first boyfriend, first date, and maybe her first love...? But she still wasn't to sure about the last one. Yeah she loved him like a friend, but the whole in love thing still kind of scared the shit out of her.

Abby hadn't really expected Boss to walk to her side of the car. Abby even went to reach for the car door handle but Boss beat her to it. She was a little taken back. Not having to do everything for herself was kind of nice. A whole new experience for her. "After you then." Boss said as he opened the door of the car. Abby was still feeling weird about this whole date thing. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach she wanted to puke, but there was nothing there for her to puke up, she hadn't eaten all day from her nerves. It wasn't that she was anorexic or anything like that, there were just days she forgot to eat. Wasn't hungry, and when she was she didn't really eat a lot. She didn't think her body realized that it needed food. There were days where she would have to force herself to eat. But tonight other than wanting to puke, she was also feeling strangely hungry, starving even. "Well thank you very much." Abby said as she got into the car. "Fair warning, bit of a terrible driver," Boss said. She kind of laughed it off. But for a split second saw that he wasn't kidding. She wasn't much of a better driver, but she was still kind of worried. She just hoped that where ever they were going wasn't to far away. Driving had also kind of scared Abby. That was kind of why she liked walking everywhere, even if that meant walking in high heels that killed her feet.

The car ride was mostly quite and it was nice, but she was scared that Abby was going to end up looking to far into his mind. Scared she was going to find something out that she didn't want to know. So she thought of everything else that came to her mind on her one. She tried looking out the window and finding someone else she could focus on, or try reading an animals mind. Which she wasn't really sure if she could do. She had tried with her cat, but it had only gone badly so far. She wasn't even sure if cats could think with words or if they just thought the way they sound. Either way, she was not getting better at reading animal's minds. Not that thinking about this had any relevance to what was going on right now. Abby was just trying so hard not to get sucked into his mind. She just couldn't do it. She would feel wrong about it. And right then she realized how much she was beating herself up about everything that was going on. She was stressing over the little things that she doubted boss even cared about. She did also notice Boss looking over at her more than a few times while he was driving. She didn't really think it was all that safe for him to be looking at her so often, considering he noted that he wasn't the best driver, but she wasn't about to say anything. Abby loved the attention. And he was being sweet.

Abby looked down at the mess of CD's boss had in this car. She fiddled through them and saw a couple she liked. She wasn't really to picky with her music, just as long as it had good lyrics and a good beat if she was in the right mood. She thought about putting in one of the ones she liked, but decided against it. Even if it meant one less distraction in her head, she didn't really want the extra sound going though her head. So she just put the CD's back down, but she found on CD that kind of stuck out to her. It was an instrumental band and she knew of the band. She listened to them all the time when she was in a bad mood or wanted to get away or just to simply relax. Explosions in the Sky. She took the CD out and stuck it in the CD player. Abby watched as it loaded and once it was done she looked back out the window. She wasn't about to make awkward conversation right now. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was going to be okay. The music flowed through her with all of the beautiful different sounds and instruments. She knew this date was going to be just fine if she would just let herself breath.

Abby and boss had finally gotten to the restaurant and Abby was expecting to open the door for herself like she had about a hundred other times, but Boss came around to open it for her. She unbuckled her seat belt and waited for him to open the door. When he did open it she smiled her warm smile and stepped out. He walked slightly ahead of her to get to the other door before her, but being the girl she was, she knew how to walk, power walk, and even slowly jog in heels. She wore them all the time, so she was going to have to know how to do so much in them sooner or later. She walked on right though the door and into the restaurant. It was a small place and hardly anyone was in there. So clearly there was thought behind this. It was nice that boss had her little talent into consideration when he made reservations to this place. She grabbed Boss's hand and pulled him though the door. She was excited to see where this "date" was going to take her. She still had to put the word "date" in quotations, in her head. She wasn't sure why, but after doing this kid twice in the same night, she was having issues calling this a date, even though she knew that's exactly what it was.

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notes • abby is.. confused?
outfit • right herrr

[Boston Caleb Reid]

I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it

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There were very few things that Boss could think of that he was as serious about as Abby. Every day things, places and people didn't matter as much as she did. And Boss knew Abby didn't know it, or didn't fully understand it if she had stumbled across it in the lazy swamp that could be his mind when he was at peace in her company. It was strange to be so aware of these two things at the same time. To know that Abby was exactly who he wanted to be with and also that he didn't think he could say the same for her. You weren't suppose to think like that, it wasn't the natural order of things. Because whenever someone thought they might be in love with someone who didn't love them back, it was accepted that this person was delusional. That it was okay for their friends to make jokes about how they felt because, after all, hadn't everyone heard that story line a million times before. It never worked, you couldn't force someone to like you more simply because you had wished for so long that they would. Boss knew that, and the conflict between those facts could be incredibly frustrating. He had to slow down, to stop himself from staring at Abby as if he might be able to catch the moment when things were as clear for her as they were for him. The thing that calmed him down, soothed away the agitation that could come with being unsure of how to prove he was worth while, was that there was time enough to waste. That, even if he didn't get his way right that second, it would happen one day. Some day.

Boston could live on and for some day. Could count his blessings, enjoy the fact that something in Abby had gotten her out with him that night and that it was something. These moments could be terribly uplifting when he let them. After all, no one else was with her right then. No one else could hold onto her small soft hands like a life preserver while he was around. The nervous feelings were bursting out of his skin, shaking butterflies in the bottom of his stomach made up of all the things he might one day say or think all the way through when it came to Abby. At some point he had to stop being afraid of what was beyond his control and focus solely on trying to remain as comfortably certain should the blonde girl beside him ever look for something to follow by example. That was what some day was all about. The possibility that you would end up being sane after all, that there was never anything to worry about. That you could sit in a silence, much like the one Boss found himself in while driving, and not instantly feel the need to fill it with words that would never explain things as well as a soft silence could. One person always fell first any way, like the sky diver whose parachute didn't open like everyone else's. That was life, you were always going to be on one side of the situation or the other. So Boss could deal with the quiet, was content with what he was given even if it wasn't much.

He knew that many people wouldn't think that Abby was worth all this trouble, of getting to know or struggling to understand. Boss wasn't stupid and he knew what others might have thought about Abby if they'd found out what he had. The girl had told him some of these things herself, of what other guys had saw in her and made of her in the end. None of that changed his mind, those other people just didn't see what he did. Had some how managed to over look what he found blinding, the diamond in the rough that existed there. He could, probably more easily than he would ever admit to Abby, be with someone else in some parallel universe. There were plain girls with plain personalities and plain thoughts that you could find half a dozen of in any room. That you could trust would be there tomorrow, or the next day or the day after that. And if you were ever scared that they were slipping away from you again, they would reassure you easily that this could not be further from the truth. These faceless nameless girls were out there, and he could see why they would be the easy choice when given the option between someone like Abby and them. But Boston didn't have any almost compulsive need to look over in their direction, or any desire to be as close as possible to them in a way that he was sure was instinctive. When you'd seen the way things could be, the shining moments when it was just Abby and him, there was no going back to the plain and ordinary.

And he knew that Abby could leave just as easily as he could, maybe even more easily if she didn't have as much to lose as he did in doing so. At no point had Boss questioned how often she went to parties, or who she was with other than Annie once the two girls got there. He simply chose to trust her, to see the better side of Abby even in the darker moments. It wasn't that he entirely approved of what went on, that would be a lie if he ever told Abby so. Although it would be pretty hypocritical of him to think too poorly of the evenings spent in random bars or clubs. That was were he made a living and was as happy to be there as the next person. But he found it felt different now whenever he parted ways with Abby to go to these places. There was nothing easy about sending someone off into the world without any idea of if or when they would return. It was a quick way to lose sleep at night, if you let it. But those were Abby's choices, decisions he wouldn't and couldn't make for her. Boss couldn't hold on that tightly, no one could no matter how much they might have wanted to.

So his attentions was given to the singular date they were on, to making it stand out from the usual nightlife of the town that they were both so often a part of. Which meant opening any door that crossed their path, to never walk so fast that he might be leaving her behind, letting Abby get there when she would. He didn't have perfect manners, nor had he been raised to be the picture of class and high end society. The boy was just good natured and happened to be trying awful hard to remember all the little things that might lead to the resurrection of chivalry. He wasn't completely stressing out about all the little details that might win her over that tiny bit more. Boss couldn't function normally when he put that kind of pressure on himself to be as close to perfect as physically possible. Most of the time he preferred to focus on the people, not the setting. The amount of thought that went into choosing where to eat that particular night was far more than he would have normally given any other meal with any other person. But it seemed to have paid off in the end, seeing as she was pulling him through the door and not pushing him out of it. That was the first sign that bringing her here wasn't a complete mistake. And he was only a little surprised by the bit of pride he felt about that. Look at him, he could guess the things she might like how fantastic. Okay, so it wasn't much in the end, but he could at least enjoy being right while it lasted.

He wondered briefly, when he took the time to get a better look around the place, if they were going to be the youngest ones there. Even if they weren't in middle school, Boss couldn't help but think that other people around his age wouldn't crave the quiet quite as much as he had to lately. There were a few other couples there who might have been twenty two or thirty three, at some age Boss stopped being able to tell the difference. Really it was fortunate that they weren't completely surrounded by old married couples, it would have made the two of them stick out like a sore thumb and make everyone in the room just that little bit more on edge. Because Boss would be worried that Abby would freak out and think that his head was already full of images of them in the same spot forty years from now. And all the older couples would have to deal with the fact that their lives no longer included things like first dates. No one said as much, but it was a relief to find that you fit in well enough for once. The maitre d' though was a bit of a sour looking middle age man who, if given his way, would probably refuse to serve anyone who didn't have a steady pension. Something he couldn't help but think when he looked over at Abby with an expression to match this curiously odd thought.

One guy who hated his job wasn't enough to send Boston packing though, not by a long shot. " Reid, table for two," he answered when asked in a tone that made it sound like the real question he should be answering was why he was there at all, Boss doing his best to match this guys serious sounding monotone voice or else risk being asked if he'd like crayons with his meal today. Luckily what he said was good evidently good enough to get them in and led to a table off to one side of the some what dimly lit room. Of course Boss would have instantly gone to pull out her chair and keep up his stream of outdated gestures but a friendly looking waitress beat him to it. At least he thought she looked friendly, it might have just been by comparison to the icy stare that Boss thought might leave some form of permanent frostbite if one wasn't careful. Shaking the distinctly unwanted feeling from his head, Boss sat down quickly only after Abby had done so first. Just to be on the safe side. Only then he would allow himself the privilege of even thinking about eating.

Not that he was starving by any technical meaning of the word, but he was a typical guy with a seemingly insatiable appetite. "Can I start you with something to drink, ?,"

[/i] the girl standing beside them asked with the generic paper pad in hand, solidifying the fact that she was definitely one of those people who might be sunshine happy at a funeral. " What do you think?," Boss asked looking from the drink menu over to Abby, deciding against just ordering for the pair of them. Even if past experience told him she liked wine. Anything with an alcohol percentage for that matter, so it didn't seem fair to jump the gun like that on her. " Maybe give us a minute," he told the server, who didn't seem to mind the opportunity to check on all the other tables for people who might need her for god knows what. " Never been here before, don't know whats good," he explained airily, though he was looking at her and not the menu that had for the time being lost his interest. In truth Boss just didn't want to rush her along, demand she make up her mind right then and there. He was fine with saying it was for completely selfish reasons that he sent the other girl away. If that was what it took to prevent Abby from thinking she was taking too long or messing everything up.

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[ABIGAIL CASSIDY PIERCE]

let's get fucked up and die
I'M SPEAKING FIGURATIVELY OF COURSE

Abby looked around the restaurant to see the people there and what the atmosphere was like. There were a couple of people their age there, but she noticed there was one elderly couple sitting in the very back. She didn't think that boss noticed them, they were at a weird angle and not really sitting by anything or anyone. She watched them sit and eat and talk. She was getting ready to look away, whens he saw them smile. Each smile reached their eyes and you could see just how really in love they were. She knew just from the smile they had been together for a very long and happy time. There was no mind reading needed when it came to this. Abby knew what love looked like even if she had never felt it or seen it so close up. She smiled at the, even though she was sure they couldn't really see her. She looked back at boss who was being addressed by Mr. Reid. Abby didn't know why, she it sounded funny and out of place coming from his mouth. She gave a small giggle before following him to their table. Abby watched as the waitress pulled the chair out for her. Abby immediately looked into her mind. She was a curious person, and after not looking into Boss's she needed to know what someone was thinking. "God, she looks like such a whore. He could do so much better." Abby smiled at her. And watched as the waitress smiled back. "What is he even doing with someone like her? And smiling? She looks like a tramp." Abby looked down at what she was wearing and did think it did look kind of like she was asking for it. But this was really none of this girls business. Of course Abby reading her mind was also kind of crossing the line, but still.

Abby looked across the table at boos then down to her menu. She wasn't really sure what she wanted. There was so much to pick from. But first she was going to need some sort of alcohol in her system. She could pick some nice wine, or maybe see what Boss was ordering first. "Can I start you with something to drink, ?," the girl standing beside them asked. Abby looked her up and down and saw nothing special about her. To her it looked like just another girl, no special features about her, nothing that was abnormally pretty about her. She did seem pretty perky, but Abby saw it was just kind of an act. It was part of her job and she thought Boss was cute. But Abby knew better than to cause a scene. She had better manners than that. Abby did watch to see her get out a white paper notepad to write down their orders on. She didn't think she would have to order right now. She wasn't really prepared to do much of anything. "What do you think?," Boss asked looking from the drink menu over to Abby, but Abby just gave him a blank stare. She had no idea what she was doing. What she thought about drinking at this point was straight vodka. Her nerves were getting the best of her and right now she just wanted to be drunk. So she just gave him a little shrug. "Maybe give us a minute," Boss told the server. Abby looked back at her and resisted flicking her off. she had some pretty nasty thoughts going through her head and Abby could hear each and everyone of them. But she restrained herself. If only for this time. "Never been here before, don't know whats good," Boss said. Abby didn't see the reason in explaining to this girl why they wanted to wait, but whatever. She just didn't want that waitress anywhere near her or Boss.

Abby watched the girl walk away. She was glaring at her back. This girl was not a nice person and did not deserve to have such awful thoughts about Abby. Not that she wasn't used to it. She got those thoughts everywhere she went. Even was she was doing something so innocent such as going on a "date" with her... boyfriend? Abby wasn't really sure what to call him at this point. But for lack of a better term that was the word she was going to use this time. But she knew that just because she was with a guy, didn't mean she was all of the sudden going to be stopped looked at as a whore. Even when she was fully dressed and what she thought was pretty. Abby was still mad that someone had the nerve to think she was a tramp. She was fully dressed in a really nice dress. And it was expensive too. Abby did not look like a tramp. She put a lot of time and thought into this outfit. And she wasn't going to think like that. This other girl clearly was just self conscious about herself, or thought she was some nice piece of hot shit. Whatever her problem was Abby was going to let it go for now. She was done with letting other people get her down.

Abby went to scratch the left side of her shoulder blade and froze. She forgot to put anything over her scar. Normally if she was going out she would put cover up or something over it. Anything. But she forgot all about it. She tried not to change her facial features and go on like nothing had happened. But she was suddenly worried at someone was going to ask about it, say something about it. It was a very distinct making and few things could make such a perfect circle. The burn mark from her mothers cigarette four years ago refused to go away. It was the last marking she had from her mother. Had from anything in that awful house. Abby pushed that out of her head though. This was not something she should be thinking about right now. She was supposed to be having a good time. She wanted to make boss happy. She looked down at the menu. But she just could not pay attention to what she was reading in front of her. "So our waitress thinks you're hot... and that I look like a tramp." Abby said quietly to Boss. She had a smirk on her face the whole time she said it. She refused to let what people thought of her bring her down. She was better than that. And she also wanted to see Boss's reaction to this. She giggled a little for the third time that night. Abby was just in a good when she was around him. She didn't have to be anyone but herself. She could be goofy and flirty and crazy and sane and just everything that made her up. Boss kind of seemed perfect for her.

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[Boston Caleb Reid]

I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it

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It was not hard to imagine being one of the other couples in the restaurant, even if Boss didn't have the ability to take a leisure look into their minds. You could always find something you wanted in anyone you met if you looked long enough. The middle age couples out on a date night to get away from their five kids, the younger couples that made good use of the dimmed setting, and the older couple in a far off corner that even someone like Boss couldn't help but feel jealous of. It wasn't an intentional feeling, or one that he normally had around elderly couples. But it was there all the same, the desire to switch seats and be right where they were to have a life time of memories to pull out at any given time to remind you of just how amazing the person you were sitting with really was. For a long time, for as long as he'd been living on his own at least, Boss had denied the very idea of wanting anything that might involve a joint bank account. It was what his parents use to have, what they would always expect from him. At least they had each other. That was their answer to everything. Boston had already seen that fail, watched the perfect picture get torn apart. And letting let go had been easy.

Yet he couldn't shake the desire to go ask the old man how he did it, what magical combination of words and actions had done the trick. Because it looked so easy, so effortless for them. Maybe it was just the path you chose. That, other than where he was eating, Boss had very little in common with this other guy. He'd picked the hard road when he'd made his choice to stick with Abby. The path that was uphill both ways. That was what made sense to him, even at times like this when he felt like he was walking on egg shells around her to keep from scaring her off. The number of times, she'd reminded him of a deer in headlights was at the point that he was simply starting starting to lose count. Maybe he just needed time to adjust, fifty odd years like the couple he was now forcing himself to look away from. That alternate reality was nice, and it was easy to see the allure. But while it was nice, it was not what he wanted. What he wanted was sitting across the table staring at the menu like it was about to jump up and recommend something to her.

It was almost hard to believe where he'd managed to end up. Or that he was more comfortable with it than Abby seemed to be. Boss just wasn't fighting it anymore, he could learn to be perfectly happy with the egg shells and the gentle quiet that had to be filled with all of Abby's thoughts that were just out of his reach. The only thing that reassured him that Abby was still there with him were the looks she occasionally gave in the waitresses direction when ever the other girl spoke. Not that he understood why Abby was doing this, whether it was something she always did at restaurants or if it was something about this particular perky server that made her do it. This strange girl annoyed him the slightest bit, set his teeth on edge when she spoke as if the smile on her face was about to break it. The two people working there couldn't have been more different, which might have been the manager's plan when putting them on the same shift. If it was, they were pretty stupid because the stark contrasts only made the two polar opposites more noticeable. Made you fail to appreciate either. Maybe Abby was thinking the same thing, had the same urge to ask the girl if being that sickeningly happy ever got tiring. It was how Boss ought to have been after all, or at least how everyone expected him to be when the whole elf thing came to light.

But there was an obvious difference between Boston's quiet contentment and the Oprah level of optimistic messages people wanted to hear him say. An he could understand how that could be disappointing. How people could feel cheated, or tricked when they realized his intentions were to remain as stubbornly normal as possible. To be just like them, blend into the crowd unnoticed. That he did not want to be the single source of light in anyone's life. With the possible exception of the girl who hadn't said a word about his secret until he himself dared to. Boss would probably be willing to bend his rules in Abby's case, would willingly be there to be the optimistic voice the sometimes altogether too pessimistic girl needed. It didn't seem like that was what she was expecting of him now though, she'd never asked to hear the million different things that made her the only person he would have gone through all this trouble for. The reassurances he'd given her so far had always been his idea, what he hoped would convince her he wasn't playing a big joke on her when he'd asked her to go somewhere with him that wasn't either of their apartments. Maybe because she wasn't the one who needed convincing. When it came to the fact that at some point he wanted the boyfriend / girlfriend thing to be a little more clear, it was nice to remember that what they'd managed to get through thus far hadn't been one big dream. That they had something resembling a history.

Though it wasn't the picture esque one Boss would have picked if he'd been given the option to go back and change the facts. Wasn't the one he'd wished he'd known to let Abby have for once. He might not have slept with her right away like that, might have done things the opposite way with the date first. To prevent himself from looking like whatever number of guys had walked out on her after that before him. Could have avoided making her feel like she'd ruined some part of him or tarnished it with the whole virginity thing. Boss really just wanted to stop any painful feeling from heading her way, to scoop her up and show her the way things should have been for her from the start. But if he'd done all that, they probably wouldn't be in that restaurant at all. Because he would never have told her everything he did if the fear of losing her hadn't been so overwhelming at the time. After all, he'd kept his mouth shut about it that long and Abby hadn't done anything to stop it. They'd be perfect strangers. Even with Abby's secret talent, there was a lot more to thoughts then they ever actually told flat out. So he was stuck with the story he'd been given, stuck with the obligation of smiling politely at the waitress and the desire to be left alone with Abby that instant. It was almost a relief to have Abby's indecision as an excuse to get what he wanted. Though he wasn't sure why he felt the need to explain himself to the girl he didn't even know. Perhaps out of common courtesy, and to avoid appearing rude in some way. Or because he didn't feel the need to point blank say that he didn't think he got enough time alone with Abby to want to share it with her while waiting for Abby to decide. The first way just seemed kinder.

The lazy patient calm he could be lulled into watching her pour over the menu wasn't all that worrisome to him. As it had been in the car, his gaze had a hard time focusing on anything else when she was somewhere between so close and too far away. So he was happy to observe, to occasionally consider what he might want to order but that often led back to him seeing if she was still doing the same. What broke the cycle was what Abby whispered to him with a familiar smirk he hadn't seen as much of that night. Boss quickly stifled back a laugh at what the waitress had never meant for them to know, Abby's current odd behavior (though far from all of it) being explained by what she'd known that he didn't. " Well she has excellent taste in men but shes got the story all wrong. Tramp goes out with the Lady remember," he said with a bright grin, knowing he was probably as fair as you could get from fitting that role as you could get without being a priest or something.

" Besides, I bet never being able to look half as good as you must be awful soul crushing," Boss added, though the joking manner never turned serious as it might have if he felt she needed to be reassured in such a way. " Wouldn't know what thats like me self, what with my natural rugged good looks," he told her in a pretend dignified tone, though the idea of Abby listening so calmly to any such thoughts made him laugh before there was absolutely anything he could do to stop it. Boss had never taken the time to think about the fun uses for what Abby could do. He'd always been too preoccupied with keeping it at bay to think about anything else it could be good for. But it was much more pleasant to imagine days spent with Abby just hearing all the things people would never speak out loud. To embrace instead of always work around.

The sudden commotion of them actually talking seemed to be mistaken by Little Miss Sunshine with the paper pad as a cue that some decision had been made order wise. Or Mr. Freeze at the front desk, had urged the waitress to at least make them order the drinks or suffer the consequences. "Heads up, your dear friend is coming," he said looking from the waitress back over to Abby with a bemused look on his face." Wanna just get wine?," he asked quietly again, figuring his decision making skills weren't doing much better than hers at the moment. "Made up your mind then?,"

[/b] the other girl asked in the voice Boss now knew was no natural occurrence. He would have liked to say why yes I have, please stop judging her now because I'm not changing my mind. Something he would probably want to yell at many people for eons to come. He couldn't readily just accept the way other people would undoubtedly see Abby despite any evidence to the contrary. It was hard to just take that in stride, to not force the whole world to see the big picture. Right now though, he had no reasonable explanation for why he would think the waitress didn't like Abby. Which was equally frustrating, and something Abby must have to constantly deal with now that he thought about it. Had to be careful to not let people know you knew more than you should.


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OUTFIT:[/color] clicks right hurr
OTHER:[/color] less poop, go me
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[ABIGAIL CASSIDY PIERCE]

let's get fucked up and die
I'M SPEAKING FIGURATIVELY OF COURSE

Abby looked around the restaurant. There were a million and one things going through her mind. Not the mention the hum of everyone else's thoughts in the background of hers. she couldn't take her eyes off of Boss and the elderly couple sitting in the back corner. She couldn't help but think about what their life must have been like. Full of secrets and inside jokes, loved filled nights, long walks, and kids. She wasn't sure where that came from. Kids was usually the last thing on her mind. She was scared to death of them. Small people running around with not a care in the world. They wanted attention and to be cared for. Some had no sense of reality and lived in a total fantasy world. But Abby couldn't really say much for herself. Yeah she got a nice healthy dose of reality when she was at a pretty young age, but she couldn't exactly say much about the real world. She lived in her head; through the thoughts of other people. Abby wasn't like a normal person. She had a lot going on in her head. More than she would like to admit to anyone, even herself. Ugg kids. She couldn't even really bring herself to really think about it all. She was on birth control, took a plan b when she thought she had mess up with her period cycle, and made sure the guy wore a condom. She was so scared that she was going to get pregnant one day and not be able to make a decision on what to do. She couldn't very well have an abortion, especially if Boss wanted kids. She couldn't have it either though. She was in no position to raise a child. She was only nineteen. That couldn't be old enough to do much of anything. Not that anyone knew she was actually this young. Her ID said twenty-one and so did she. Sometimes she forgot she wasn't really that old.

Abby looked up at Boss. She could feel him also looking up every few seconds, and every time he did she smiled a little bit more. It was nice to have this kind of attention and know he didn't just want her in bed for one night, never to be seen again. Boss seemed like such a great guy, it was almost to good to be true. Abby had done so much bad in her life she wasn't sure she really deserved such a great guy. He was in a band, he was sweet, didn't treat like like shit, didn't have a big head, and somehow all of the flaws he had told her about didn't seem to matter. They just made him look more human. Even if he was actually an elf. He was her elf.

Abby looked at him as he spoke to her. "Well she has excellent taste in men but shes got the story all wrong. Tramp goes out with the Lady remember," He said. Abby smiled. A lady and the tram reference, how cute. That had to be one of her favorite movies growing up, along with Alice In Wonderland. Abby never really cared for the princess movies that were out though. She thought the princess were stupid and gullible. Going down a dark hallway and pricking your finger and a spindle. Eating a poisonous apple from a creep old lady. Letting your step mother and step sisters push you around for so long. She hated the whole dismal in distress thing. It was irritating the way the girls were always portrayed at weaker to men. She was just as strong if not more so than any guy.

"Besides, I bet never being able to look half as good as you must be awful soul crushing," Boss said to her. She smiled and accepted the compliment. "Wouldn't know what that's like myself, what with my natural rugged good looks." Abby gave a giggle. "Conceded much?" Abby was also joking around and you could hear the laugh in her voice. She wasn't expecting to have such a great time. For everything to be this easy. She wasn't worried about what the waitress was thinking, what the people around them thought about, or even what Boss was thinking about now. She was happy to take in the moment as it was and go with it. This may have been one of the first real times she has felt normal. "Heads up, your dear friend is coming," Boss replied. Abby watched as he looked at the waitress and then back over to Abby with an amused look on his face. "Wanna just get wine?," Abby watched as his lips moved but she was listening to the waitress again. the thoughts just got better. "Sure, I would love some wine." Abby was pretty sure anything with even the tiniest bit of alcohol would be nice for her right about then.

"Made up your mind then?," the waitress asked. Abby looked at her square in the eye. "I don't know what she is doing with him. Her boobs are falling out of that dress. Slut." But the waitress didn't even look phased. So much for little miss sunshine. "Why yes I have, please stop judging her now because I'm not changing my mind." Abby looked over at Boss the second he thought that. She smiled. She was happy Boss wasn't going to be changing his mind about her. But this waitress, Abby was going to do something about her. Just because she thought that just because she was all high up on her horse, she could call Abby a slut. Well, think Abby was a slut. "Um yes we would like a bottle of wine." Abby said with a smile. "This is our first night out after... well... my treatment." Abby said. She prayed that Boss would go along with this. "You see, I was so over weight. And I was feeling so bad about myself that I couldn't even find the motivation to get out of bed." Abby paused and bent her head down she it looked like she was crying. She sniffed her nose and looked back up with tears in her eyes. She was so happy she could cry on demand like this. "And this was the first night I felt good about myself, and I got this pretty dress. And oh thank you for waiting on us." Abby said to her in the sweetest voice she could. The waitress looked at her with sadness in her eyes. Abby didn't even have to read her mind to know it worked. She felt so bad for thinking Abby was a slut. Guilt always worked like a charm. Abby just hoped that Boss would go along with it.

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[Boston Caleb Reid]

I said I'd never let you fall and I always meant it

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Everyone there looked so calm and at peace in the tiny little restaurant. Comfortable might have been the word to describe it if you were as normal as the other couples were. If you could say why yes, this makes sense, it's rather lovely here don't you think dear? to whoever you were with. Then the obvious attempt at a romantic setting and the closeness everyone else shared wouldn't bother you. The secret they had was one you already knew. How to go out and eat at a place like this as an everyday thing. Not picking a restaurant based on how many loud thinkers there were but rather on what you felt like having or to fit some special occasion. In short, comparing himself to the other customers didn't do Boston a lot of good. Part of him was beating down the envious feelings he had to wards the coupler who could read each others minds without actually reading each others minds. The rest of him was debating whether everyone else noticed them, how the didn't blend so perfectly with the rest of the group, or if it was entirely in his head. The fact that one had said anything didn't stop it. Boss still wondered whether the old couple with all the answers were looking at them with the same disbelief. Watching the socially apathetic boy try to work things out with the girl who never had a relationship last longer than 24 hours. It must be something to see.

Granted, not everyone was as keen a people watcher as Boss was. Maybe they missed the cautious glances he gave Abby whenever a single molecule in his body convinced itself she was about to give up and leave. Wouldn't be able to feel his opinion to wards the waitress change so rapidly once Abby filled him in on what was going on. No one there could know that this was his right thing, what he both had to do and couldn't stop. Boss had been doing the wrong things for long it made now feel like something he was going to get caught red handed doing. Instead of the usual conversations after the shows, he was sitting here doing what he could to prove he was different for Abby. It was very easy to do the wrong thing. It was clean, neat, efficient. Easy. There were millions of people doing that right this second. Accepting the way things are going to be simply because that's the way its always been. I guess you could call this Boss breaking the cycle. Whether it was actually going to work was still debatable. As difficult as it would be to imagine going back to seeing Abby in the contest of friend-of-a-friend, it could be equally challenging imagining where the girl was going in ten years. What she was going to be doing, saying, thinking. Abby being unpredictable wasn't surprising, it was one of those things he could both love and hate about her. It just happened to be the reason for why he couldn't make up some big plan that could get them from Point A to Point B. From that table to the one with the old couple in the corner. What was actually suppose to be in between other than the scuffed wood floor and unfortunate wait staff?

Getting something resembling a relationship out of either of them seemed like a big enough feat that they should just get the answers to the rest of it. Not worry about future houses, deranged cats to take in, imaginary children to take care of. The last one was probably the biggest issue. If he put his mind to it, Boss could probably figure out some universe with mortgages and adoption papers from the pound. Not one with car pools or soccer games or discussions about what color to paint the baby's room. Boston couldn't figure out how you went from the bars and clubs the band played at to a life so much like the one he'd repeatedly told his parents he didn't want. Let alone drag Abby into the mix. She seemed tot have as much natural parenting ability as Boss did. The difference was that deep down Boston was sure he could find some million to one odds plan to make the kids thing work if he had to. It wasn't like the boy didn't have other opportunities, avenues in life to explore. Get the office job and the mini-van, take two weeks of vacation every year. Learn to complain about gas prices, politics and the good old days when he was in some crazy band. Then start talking about how corrupt the school system is or something. He could manage it if he had to but he couldn't say the same for Abby, it was impossible to imagine the girl sitting with him being the same way if she were ever in that situation. Look at the amount of effort it took to get her out in public with him, out on display for the world to see them doing something so domestically normal. Kids just seemed very out of the question, the thought was almost laughable. He didn't bother picturing himself as a family man for too long, it was part of a future that was too far off to be worried about.

Being with Abby was as far into the future as Boss was willing to let himself seriously look. It was big enough on its own. He was just getting use to the idea of her stopping by, of no one questioning what the amount of time they spent together meant. He liked figuring all that stuff out, how to simply be with Abby without over thinking everything and feeling like he was committing some crime. For all of her flaws she'd assumed he'd freak out over, he didn't want to lose her. And this was something in itself. An unexpected grain of truth from the guy whose life involved very little of the stuff. That, as out of place as he some what felt, he liked being some what out of place with her. He didn't care about indecision menu-wise and that it was nice to hear her laugh any way. With all of his detail obsessing, he didn't always miss the important big picture. How rare a moment it was to go out somewhere and find out talking was easy. That you did know that one consonant led to a vowel and soon enough full sentences until you just might be having an effortless conversation. When words lost the intense nature they'd given them, by accident on the first night, became part of something else you might have described as the Boss and Abby version of comfortable. It might not have been the normal way to do it but if poking gun at himself and Disney references did it then so be it. Boss didn't care about normal when you got right down to it. Abby didn't give him much of a choice as far as a relationship with her was concerned, no one could turn Abby into some plain Jane next door. But in the rest of his life too. As much as he had tried for it most of his adult life, Boss didn't really need it at the end of the day. He could just have her laughing little more and he'd be just fine.

" Only the tiniest bit vain, got people like you to keep the immense fame from getting to my head though, thank god," he told her with a grin, feeling a bit more relaxed than he had since picking her up. They could always fall back on the sarcastic joking, maybe that was how future thems would do things too. Besides, they did find a way to agree on the wine in the end, see there was nothing to this dating thing. Not that Boss got the chance to neither gloat about this anyone or actually call the waitress over since she'd come already without an signal that she was really needed. Can't just have people not ordering things though so Boss figured she would have been swinging by their table every minute or so if they didn't get something right then any way. What he, and presumably the waitress, hadn't been expecting was the sob story Abby seemed to conjure up out of thin air. He didn't need to read her mind to know what she was up to though and it took a great deal of will power to stop himself from laughing as the look of pity formed on the waitress's face. Going along with it took his mind off of how hilarious it would be if anyone else figured out what was going on.

" Yes, only your finest bottle with do," he said with a bit of a sad nod as he agreed with Abby's story as she told it. " It's the first time I've been able to get her to go anywhere with me in so long and she just looks lovely doesn't she?", he added in the most heart felt voice he could muster, made a little easier by how wonderful he did think she looked and how much he'd like the waitress to feel the need to agree, while reaching across the table to grab Abby's hand in case he didn't look supportive enough already. He doubted tricking a less than friendly waitress was something other couples did just because but it was certainly entertaining and worth looking into when you committed yourself to it. Might even be the kind of thing you laugh about in a restaurant fifty years from now. About what a terrific job Abby did at crying at just the right moment and making the waitress feel terrible for being terrible when she thought no one would find out. Just the kind of thing you'd want to remember someone for.

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