{you can call me anytime;} ''collin & abbie

[collin steven brockavic]

"No, no! Its the other direction! Come on!" Collin sighed in frustration. Seriously, what do they pay these guys for? He thought to himself as the taxi made a U turn. "I'm sorry, sir." The man apologized, his Arabian accent full-blown. Collin nodded lightly as they pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. He lived in a Highrise penthouse. He handed the man a hundred dollar bill and flashed him a smile. "Thanks." He mumbled as he climbed out of the cab. It took him about five minutes to get up to his place, find his keys, and unlock the door.

"Damn I need to clean." Collin muttered to himself as he entered his penthouse. Setting down his bag, he decided to change. Pulling his shirt off as he walked down the hallway, dropping it in the hall. What did he care? He was the only one who lived here and it wasn't like he had people over all the time. And when he did, usually the weren't paying enough attention to what was in his house more then they were paying attention to his lips.

Collin felt like company tonight, strangely enough and that wasn't really a usual feeling. Unless it was something inappropriate. He thought of maybe inviting Tyler, but he wasn't much in the mood to have a druggie in his house. Then he thought of Abbie. He settled on her, but then felt sort of bad for the way his house looked. Shirts, pants, and boxers were spilled randomly throughout his house, and he knew she probably wouldn't mind. But it still was kind of embarrassing. Too bad he was too lazy to clean.

Amazingly enough, it only took Collin a few minutes to get dressed and into new clothing. By then he was skimming through his phone contacts, looking for Abbie's cell number. Quickly selecting Abbie and pressing send. He rang two or three times before she picked up. "Hey Abbie. Feeling like a movie?"

[abbie mckenna shaw]

It wasn't cold outside, no, just a little nippy is all. Abbie hadn't regretted her decision to bring her hoodie with her when she left her apartment to go for a walk some hours earlier. She pulled the sweater from around her waist and began sliding her arms into it. The sweater was over her shoulders as her phone bagan to vibrate in her denim pockets. Abbie took it out, looked at her phone and sighed. It was her brother, again, and she couldn't lend him money. She knew that's why he was trying to get a hold of her for. He only called when he needed something.

After pushing a small button on the side to ignore the call she replaced the phone into the pocket. She'd gotten the zipper done up about half way when she felt the phone again. Rolling her eyes, she finished doing up the sweater and reached for the phone again. Abbie had decided she'd talk to him and just tell him out right. It was better than ignoring him all night. When she saw the name on the front screen wasn't Samson, she smiled. It was Collin.

She flipped it open and put the speaker to her ear. "Hey bud. What's up?" Abbie said. Feeling like a movie? Of course she was, Abbie loved movies. And it was a good chance to the slowly growing colder weather. "Sure thing." She finally looked around. Somehow she'd ended up a few blocks from Collin's apartment. "I'll be there in ten minutes." The female shut the phone and put it back into her pocket as she began walking toward Collin's apartment. Correction, penthouse.

Abbie had always been slightly jealous of Collin's penthouse. It was natural, really, under her circumstances. She could really only afford a two bedroom with the fund, but it was cozy. A penthouse would be cozier. Abbie shook her head. It's what I got though, it's a roof. She exhaled loudly and stuffed her hands in the hoodie pockets after pulling the hood up over her head.

It actually took her seven minutes to walk to Collin's apartment from where she was, but ten had just been an estimate. Walking up the steps to the buzzer system in the wall, she put back the hood and shook out her hair. Her hand seemed to go instinctively to the very last button. It knew that was Collin's because she'd been there so often; it was a habit. "Here's Abbie!" She said into the speaker when she heard the familiar buzz telling her to start talking.

[collin steven brockavic]

Collin smiled at the sound of Abbie's voice on the phone. This girl was his best friend, and that probably would not change anytime soon. He nodded after she said she'd be there in ten minutes, forgetting he was on the phone. After a few seconds of silence he spoke. "Oh, yeah. Okay sounds great!" He hung the phone up after a sound of a click. He had ten minutes to pick up whatever he could, after a few minutes he ended up just shoveling things into his arm and dumping them in his bedroom. That should do for now. He thought to himself, he walked out his room just in time to hear the buzzer and Abbie's all too familiar voice ring in his living room. He smiled and pressed the button to let her in.

It felt like ages since Abbie and Collin had hung out like this, at least a month, at least. Usually he would call her over for a movie. He would make popcorn and she would pick the movie out. They would sit down on his huge couch and eat the entire bowl of popcorn, sometimes two bowls. Then after eating the bowl of popcorn he would put his arm around Abbie and she would fall asleep shortly afterward. When the movie was over he was gently move her so she was laying down, cover her up with blankets then go to bed. Most of the time she was there in the mornings, but sometimes she wasn't.

Collin didn't have to tell Abbie the front door was unlocked, his front door was always unlocked. Which in a big city like Atlanta, was probably a very dumb idea. But unless one of his neighbors went all pyscho, he didn't really see anything bad happening in this building. Walking into his kitchen he pulled a bag of popcorn out of the cupboard and threw it into the microwave. He pulled out the big round plastic bowl that they always used for popcorn and waited for Abbie.