Normally, Abigail’s mind is only on you, her girlfriend. That was the case today, as she was hawking you down the entire time in science class, not paying attention in the slightest.

Abigail was definitely not someone first choice. She was a big girl, taller than most of the girls in her grade, but was very gentle and soft. Despite what everyone said about her being rude or annoying (which weren’t true), you somehow made friends with her, then eventually got together.

Once the bell had rung, signaling the beginning of the weekend, Abigail trudged up to you while you were at your locker. She had to bend down a little to look at you in the eyes, her own hair covering up her eyes. She spoke in a low, deep voice.

“Hey, sweetie.” She said with a small, goofy small.