Summary - Bobby and Alex are married, with adopted kids. Alot more than that... but I really don't know how to put it into words.
The name was totally random, I couldn't think of anything else, and I was listening to Utada's song, Blue, so for right now, that's the way the title will stay.
And if you slightly Recognize any of these characters, please, they've been re-done (several times!)
But if you haven't, no need to worry.
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Chapter 1.
Alex put the last shiny coin into the vending machine to obtain her dear tropical skittles. She bent down to get them from the compartment, and as she arose to her feet, her cell phone rang.
"Goren."
"Hi Mom."
"Hey Abbi what's up?"
"Not that much . . . nobody else is home."
"Your siblings… They didn't come home with you?"
"No. I know Mark is ordering his cake for his party." Abbi's older brother, Mark, was turning fifteen a week from the next Saturday. "I believe he's getting dairy queen cake."
"Oh yea I forgot about that. And…"
"Dustin, I don't know where he went and Cassie… where would she be…?" Abbi paused to think.
"Would she be at-"
"Ohh yea now I remember. . . She's running Pokémon league remember? She's setting up for tomorrow's league."
"Oh…" Alex felt a bit stupid for not remembering this. "Yea I remember now. Why is she getting to run it again?"
"Oh… um… Bart's son, Jamie." Bart was the owner of the store where the Pokémon league took place. "He normally runs it… but he's goanna spend the summer down in Florida with his cousins I think…? And so because Dustin doesn't even go anymore, and Cassie is good with the kids there, and also because she told Bart 'If you ever need someone to run Pokémon league I'm here,' Bart thought she was a good candidate, he just told her not to play too much, because as you know, she kicks ass-"
"Butt, Abbi, butt. Use appropriate language."
"Fine, she kicks butt." Abbi rolled her eyes. "She's lucky, she's getting store credit for this."
"Well Abbi I'd love to chat with you, but I have a job to do. And one more thing, do you still want to go to your aunts on Saturday?"
"Yea I do mum."
"Okay I'll let her know we're still coming. I'll see you later. Love you."
Bobby stopped the engine of the family SUV, and stepped onto the paved garage floor. He was starting to get a very painful head ache. He thought about going for the Tylenol as he entered the kitchen.
He found Abbi sitting at the table, doing a very complicated puzzle. She looked very deep in concentration as she put another piece in its place.
"Abbi that's a 500 piece puzzle," he said, picking up the box.
"So?" Abbi said, fitting yet another piece in. She was a tall, stick thin girl for her age. She had chestnut brown hair that went down to her shoulders. Her eyes were bright blue, and her forehead was covered in red blemishes. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans, and a black sweatshirt, with the words "NYPD" printed on the front. It used to be Bobby's, but he had long since grown too big for it."How are we going to finish this before it's time for supper?"
"I don't know."
"How about I help you, and then I'll move it downstairs right before supper?"
She shrugged.
He chuckled. "Is that a yes or a no?"
"A yes I guess. . ."
He nodded, and sat down beside her.
By suppertime, the puzzle was nowhere near done. The outer edges were filled in, and an empty circle lay in the middle.
"Abbi we gotta put this downstairs." But yet he was still fitting another piece.
"But you're still fitting it together."
Bobby stood up. "Um... Abbi how about you go get that flat wooden board downstairs?" He said, rubbing his neck.
"I don't want to."
"Abbi if we don't put it downstairs, its gonna have to be put away in the box," He explained. gonna
"Why?"
"Because we have to eat supper, and that puzzle needs to moved off the table."
The door opened.
"Hullooo!" Cassie's greetings were always very random, in terms of ways of saying it. "We're home!"
"Hi," Mark greeted, shyly, stepping into the room. His facial expression told he was cool and composed. He was a handsome teenage boy. His face was clear of pimples, and his hair was brown. He was skinny, and wore a pair of blue basketball shorts, and a tee-shirt.
Cassie had also entered the room. She true blonde (except she wasn't at all stupid.) It was in a pony tail, allowing her bright green eyes to be amplified. She was medium height, and was wearing an anime tee-shirt, and a pair of black sport shorts. She wore a big smile on her face that plainly said she was hyper.
"Did you order your cake?" Bobby asked his son.
"Yea."
"How much was it?"
"It was. . ." Mark tilted his head to the right. "19.95."
"I'll pay you back later."
Mark simply nodded.
It was quiet for a second.
"I totally cleaned up that basement, and I even started on the storage room," Cassie started to explain. "You both know how messy those two places are right?"
"Yea." And a nod.
"I found a bunch of old gaming stuff in the back. And some Magic cards I want to buy. And I vacuumed the stores basement… painted some rough spots in the wall-"
"He has paint down there?" Mark raised his eye brow.
"Yea…" Cassie answered. "He was meaning to do that anyway, so I just did it for him. . . That's why I wasn't home sooner. Sorry."
"I figured you were going to clean that place like mad, even though everywhere else you don't," Bobby said.
"Dad!" Cassie moaned.
"Where'd Abbi go?" Mark looked around. But Abbi was nowhere to be seen.
"Abbagail!"
Abbi shook as her dad's voice thundered down the stairs.
"Yea?!" She shouted back.
"Are you going to bring that board up here? Or are we going to have to destroy the puzzle?"
Abbi moaned, and got up from the couch. She placed her GameCube controller on the couch cushion. She went over to the folding card table, in the corner of the room, and grabbed the thick piece of wood off it. She took it upstairs, and handed it to her father.
"There."
"Thank you Abbi," He said.
Abbi just turned around and went back down the stairs.
Bobby sighed, and began putting the puzzle on the wooden board. "Why don't you two pick something out to eat?"
"Okay Dad," Mark said, and began rummaging in the cupboards.
When all the puzzle pieces were on the board, Bobby headed downstairs, the board in his arms. He found Abbi slouched on the couch playing video games.
"Abbi why don't you help your siblings pick out what's for supper?"
"I'm not hungry," She replied.
"You know you're goanna have to get up from that video game sometime," He said, placing the board on the rickety old card table. gonna
"I know."
He sighed, and sat down next to her. He took the controller from her hands. "Are you okay?"
"Yea why wouldn't I be?"
"Well you came back downstairs without saying a word," He replied, rubbing his neck.
She didn't say anything.
"Abbi are you sure you're okay?"
"Yea I'm fine."
"Well if you want to talk about anything just tell me," He said getting up. "Are you sure you're not hungry?"
"Positive?" Bobby asked.
"Yep."
"Okay Then… Come upstairs if you're hungry."
She didn't.
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