#;abby

“Yay!!! I love cookies!!!”

“Hm...My big brother says I can’t eat these!”

“Thank you.” Abby’s just gonna quietly enjoy her cookie because sweets are rare for her.

“Ooohh!!! This is the round thingy!!! I don’t get lots of round things.”

     “Look, you and I have met our fair share of tight asses, but I’m telling you. You’re never going to crack this one. Even if she is a lesbian,” Joey told me, and I couldn’t help but scoff. 

     “Jesus. That’s a sexist, self-centered generalization,” I said, sipping on the coconut I held in my hand. Fucking luaus. I always had them back in Dublin; my dad used to haul in fake sand and everything. Even got these cute pale girls to wear coconut bras and shit. But nothing came even just a little close to the real thing, with all these cute Hawaiian girls running around in grass skirts and flowers in their hair. The live band was even playing covers of the Beach Boys. Nothing compared to this place. 

     “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t say the same thing about straight girls,” my twat of a cousin fired back at me, narrowing his eyes. He took a swig of his beer. “If you think I’m wrong, go try her out for yourself. Her name’s Abby.” 

     Try her out for myself? Jesus, when was Joseph going to learn to stop objectifying beautiful women? He was probably just too used to the loose chicks back in Dublin to mind any of these more conservative girls, which was both good and bad. Bad for him, because he never got any action, but good for me because I got the opportunity to steal it all. 

     And stealing it all was exactly what I was going to do. So he pointed the girl out to me, and I expected to see some lush Hawaiian with her belly out and everything, but instead I saw some blonde chick in a muscle shirt. An American. 

     She piqued my interest already. I walked over to her at her lonely bonfire and took a seat at one of the empty logs surrounding it, flashing her a grin. “Hey there. Sick luau, eh?”