Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“John, finally!” I call out, stepping through the turnstile. “Are you ready? I’m

about to hop on the subway, on my way to your place. I’ll be there in ten

minutes, max.”

“Abby,” he croaks, and instantly, I know something’s not right. I freeze in my

tracks. The life and vibrancy in his voice are gone, replaced by something that

sounds a lot like misery.

“John? You sound awful. Are you okay?”

He coughs. “I… I was up all night, throwing up. I feel terrible, Abby.” His voice

sounds like a poker being raked over hot coals.

Enter title…

Instantly, the scolding mom in me surfaces. “Oh my God, John, did you drink too

talked about this—today is important! I told you

have a couple drinks each,

interrupts, his voice shaky. “I

more. I swear,

asked, my heart practically

think it’s food poisoning or something. Look, I’m

go to the hospital

cold, my hand tightening around my phone until my knuckles

“Hospital? Are you

Do you think I would joke about something like

Especially today?”

voice cuts through me,

coughs again and clears his throat, and I can practically

from

my coffee cup so tight I might

really sorry, Abby, but I think it goes

chef for the competition

a whole host of emotions—worry for