It had been a long time since I actually saw my parents. I saw my mother, a former actress-slash-model, towering above the other bystanders at Grand Central, her blonde hair in an elegant bun and Burberry Rain Trench looking perfect. I saw Dad next, in one of his classic Hugo Boss suits, carrying Mom's weekend bag and his own rain coat. It was literally raining cats and dogs outside.
We drove to Butter, our back-up meeting place, since NYC Vu was not a perfect choice for the day. On the way we picked up Abby and Liz at the airport. They'd both been in California working on a shoot together. They were all tan and beautiful looking as they strutted through the terminal together.
Will, Carter, and Tripp met us there, all three of them sitting in the bar, sipping on beers while watching a hockey game.
Everyone was here. My entire family. I should be excited right? But I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Ever since James kissed me, I'd been dying to tell someone. But at a family lunch? With my dad and brothers. No thanks.
I texted Abby, my phone hidden under the table cloth.
Girls night? Got some stuff to spill.
I hit send and waited. Five seconds later, I heard the i-Phone jingle alerting Abs that she had a new text.
She looked down at the phone, scanned, and looked at me with a quizzical look on her face. I heard her tapping the screen, and she looked up and placed her phone on the table.
"Abigail, darling. Do you really need your phone?" my mother asked politely.
"Just a quick emergency."
My phone vibrated hard in my hands.
What do you mean 'stuff'?!
Ugh, did we really have to talk about this through text. I mean, she's right here. Now.
"May I be excused?" I asked my father who was sitting next to me.
"Of course of course. Do you want more water?" he asked as the table waiter was approaching?
"Yeah...I mean, yes, please," I said quickly, tapping Abs on the shoulder, telling her to meet me in the bathroom.
Our heels clacked against the marble floor.
"What? What is so important?" Abby asked.
"I kissed James."
"...No you didn't?! Christina, think about Brady."
"Brady cheated on me and I left him. Then, James and I were just talking as I gave him a ride somewhere and he leaned in a kissed me."
"Did you kiss back?"
"Did you....want to kiss back?"
"I mean...I don't know," I said as I walked to sit down on the bench, putting my head into my hands. "It was weird, but, I guess I didn't think it was wrong or anything."
"Holy sh*t you liked it," Abby laughed as I turned red.
"Shut up. Please."
Then I heard giggling coming from three stalls away. I looked under the doors to see two pairs of feet in one stall. One was wearing Sperry's, the other wearing Converse. Freshmen.
"Freshmen. Come out."
The giggling stopped, and the entire bathroom was silent. "Come out now, please."
The door opened. Converse had her phone out, texting away furiously, probably to Gossip Girl.
"I'd erase that text if I was you."
"Oh-oh-okay," she stuttered, to afraid to look at me.
Abby continued to glare her model glare at the poor freshmen girls until they squealed and ran.
"You know you're screwed right?" she looked at me and smiled.
"Yeah....yeah I know."
(P.S. Abby's model is Diane Kruger.)