Posted On December 24, 2010

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May, Round 2 – mini update {featuring Gretchen Abbley (29), Carmen Karlington (29), Amador Karlington (1 week), Lance Karlington (1 week), as well as Kennedy Cox.}

Gretchen sang a soft lullaby to Lance as she cuddled him in the kitchen. Although the babies had only been home for a few days, Gretchen was already mightily attached.

Carmen burst in with her usual subtly and dragged them into the living room. “Jeez, Gretchen. Keep it down otherwise you’ll wake up Amador. I finally managed to get him down for a nap.”

“It’s not my fault we don’t have a third bedroom and had to stuff both cribs in the bedroom. perhaps if you-” Gretchen began.

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to speak to you about that. I think it’s a bit selfish of you to not give up your bedroom to the boys.” Carmen chided.

Gretchen looked up at her room mate incredulously. “Are you joking?”

Carmen ignored her and made faces at the baby.

“There is something seriously wrong with you.” Gretchen shook her head while placing Lance in his crib. “Anyway, if I could keep your attention for five minutes, there is a favor I’d like to ask you.”

“Ooh, what?”

“I’m going on a date this afternoon, and I was wondering if… well, if…” Gretchen paused in embarrassment. “If you’d help me get ready.”

“Someone wants to date you?” Carmen blurted, and then faltered at the reproachful look on Gretchen’s face. “Sorry. Sorry, it just slipped out – yes, of course I’ll do your make up and hair and pick out an outfit, ’cause god know you don’t know what looks good.”

So that was how they ended up in front of Carmen’s pink wardrobe while Carmen scanned the contents.

“This dress will be perfect, not to formal, airy and light. Perfect for spring. Go ahead, take it!”

As soon as she was dressed, Gretchen looked up at her, grinning sheepishly. As a girl who didn’t normally care for these things, she was having far too much fun to stop now.

“You look great. You’re really beautiful you know.” Carmen said genuinely. “And I know just what to do with that tangled nightmare you call hair.”

As soon as she was finished, she turned her toward the mirror. “See, what did I say? Beautiful. And I kept the glasses on so at least you keep a little bit of yourself.”

Gretchen really couldn’t keep the grin off her face this time.

* * * *

Gretchen met Kennedy outside the Shuhardt Theater in Maple City for the matinée.

They had a somewhat awkward greeting, but Kennedy’s charm managed to steer things in the right direction as he brought her to the lounge for some conversation before the show.

They got to know one another pretty well in the half hour, and since they had already covered all of the basics during Kennedy’s hospitalizations, they spend the time regaling each other with stories from their childhoods.

All too soon it was time to start the show, and as they took their seats, Gretchen grinned at her date. It had been years since her first (and only) disastrous date, and she was thrilled that this one was turning out to be anything but.

The show was wonderful – it had received rave reviews, and the leading actors awards – and the crowd was perfect, gasping, crying, and applauding at all of the right moments. When the couple on stage finally reunited with each other, Gretchen’s face grew solemn.

She wanted that.

Afterward, they milled about the lobby, Kennedy spilling about how much he enjoyed the show, and her company.

And before she knew it he was leaning in…

and finally, giving her the perfect kiss, one she felt like she’d been waiting her whole life for.

It was a magical afternoon for Gretchen Abbley.

* * * *

They returned to her home shortly after, both giggling with glee as Gretchen unlocked the door. As soon as they stepped inside, they heard a loud snore come from the couch.

“Aw, look at them!” Gretchen whispered. “So cute!”

Indeed there was no other word for it. Napping peacefully on the couch was Carmen, joined by her two newborn babies.

“Oh wow, I didn’t realize you were still living with Carmen. Is she looking for a new place or something?” Kennedy asked delicately.

“Huh?  Oh no, they’re going to stay here in my house. Carmen doesn’t know the father, and needs as much help as she can get.”

“But isn’t that an enormous responsibility? And inconvenience?” he eyed the two secondhand cribs, jammed into the small space. “I mean, this place barely fits the two of you.”

Gretchen took a while to answer. “I can’t kick her out. She’s my room mate.”

“You say that as if it means something.” Kennedy whispered angrily. “You’re not related to her, or indebted – you don’t owe Carmen anything.”

“Kennedy, where is this coming from?”

“I’ve known you for about a year now, and I saw you at the hospital. The number of times she came in, begging for money, or help – asking for ridiculous favors – not to mention how she nearly drove you bankrupt, with all the money she spent on the salon. You used to cry right outside my room. Gretchen, I think she’s using you. And I don’t like to see a girl I like very much be taken advantage of.” He crossed his arms in a final sort of way.

She looked at him tenderly. “I’m no fool, Kennedy. I’m a grown woman, and I’m not some nerdy girl desperate to be liked by the popular one. I’m a nurse who has been taking classes so I can hopefully become a surgical intern, and eventually a resident. When I bought this two bedroom house, yes, I assumed that I would rent out a room and have a normal business arrangement. But it’s become so much more than that. She’s my best friend. I know you don’t see it. but she does so much for me – little things, here and there yes, but she’s fiercely loyal and adds a little craziness to my life. Basically, at this point, we need each other.”

Kennedy whistled. “Wow, I knew you were pretty, and smart, and kind, but I had no idea just how lovely of a person you really are.”

Gretchen shrugged. “I try. I really do try. Now come on, you should get settled in while I see what I can whip up in the kitchen.”

* * * *

I know these two girls have been getting an awful lot of story time lately, but I really know where there story is going and it needs to be told. But after this, they should be quiet for a little while.

I’m happy to finally give Gretchen some peace and happiness! Kennedy always liked her, and I couldn’t have picked more of a gentleman for our reserved Gretchen.

And since I can’t think of a logical place to put this, we had a birthday recently here at Kayton Times:

Candice Engebretsen (remember her? No, I’m sure, it’s been ages since her last update, I’m so slow) finally turned sixty, and became an elder.

I downloaded a hot granny outfit for her since she was always a little vixen.

Thanks for reading! And a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!


3 Responses to “Attached”

  1. starrsim

    I agree, I think Carmen needs to get out on her own, she’s taking too much for granted. Hopefully she wasn’t sleeping as deeply as she appeared and actually heard some of the conversation and how it appears that she’s using her friend.

  2. Carla

    Carmen does need to get on her own two feet but Gretchen is a sweetheart from being so ready to help.

    I’m glad her date with Kennedy went well.

  3. billybop428

    Starrsim, thanks, and I’m glad you picked up on that! Let’s hope Carmen might have actually been listening. But I also want everyone to know that Gretchen wants to help Carmen – she doesn’t feel obligated or indebted. It’s just her goodness.

    Carla, thanks! I’m rooting for Gretchen so much, and she and Kennedy are really into each other, so I just have to see what happens.

    But know that I want her to succeed, she’s been through enough already.

    thanks for reading!

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