Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

It’s a short walk to Chloe’s apartment, but it seems to drag on forever as my mind whirls with possibilities.

What will I say to Chloe? Will she even want to speak to me? What if this truly is the end of our friendship?

When I finally reach her door, my hand hesitates in the air, hovering over the doorbell. This needs to be

done, I remind myself, and I press the button.

The door swings open, and I’m met with Chloe’s look of surprise. There’s a glass of wine in her slightly

shaking hand, and her eyes are wide.

“Abby? What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice as cold as ice.

“I know it’s late, but I needed to talk to you,” I respond. “Please. Are you busy?”

Enter title…

There’s a flash of hesitation there. “I’m not sure if I want to

insist. “It’s about the restaurant, the

maybe to invite

still talking to Karl?”

“Yes, Karl’s been helping me

conversation

close, but I wedge my foot in the gap, a sudden burst of desperate courage.

Can’t you just

foot, then back up at

shakes, but I lock eyes with her.

owe each other that

a moment, I think she’s going

and pulls the door

the smell of Chloe’s apartment envelops me—vanilla-scented candles and the

of dinner. It’s familiar, comforting, and utterly gut-wrenching, given the

Chloe says, putting her free hand on her hip