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…

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

restaurant, the cook-off, everything.

maybe to invite me

still talking to Karl?”

blink. “Yes, Karl’s been helping

this conversation

foot in the gap, a

just

at my foot, then back

I lock eyes with her. “I won’t go. Not until

owe each other that much, don’t

for a moment, I think she’s going to slam the door on

back, and pulls the door open wider. “Fine.

I step inside, the smell of Chloe’s apartment envelops me—vanilla-scented

of dinner. It’s familiar, comforting, and

Chloe says, putting her free hand on her hip and leaning against the wall. “Talk.