Abby shrugged in response to Morgan's comments. Abby was only a freshman in high school - how was she supposed to know anything about dating and getting married? She could care less if her sister got married or dumped her boyfriend. "As long as she's content and not eating herself into a chocolate coma, she can do what ever she wants." And that was that. Abby was washing her hands of the Damon situation.
She raised her eyebrow at Morgan as she started to flip out on her. Abby didn't see it as that big of a deal but apparently it was a bad thing. "So what you're saying that there's no above the waist action before I turn sixteen, but below the waist..." Abby grinned as she teased Morgan and stuck her tongue out at her. "If you hurt him, I'll never speak to either of you again. That means Mandy too." She was getting tired of the whole big sister threats to any guy who crossed her path. Carter was a good kid and he was just a friend - it was seriously unnecessary for her to threaten him; why couldn't she understand that?
Abby scrunched up her face as Morgan worked her magic with the make up. She had to admit, it looked nice. But it really wasn't her style. She wasn't the kind of girl to carry around an arsenal of make up in case she touched her eye lid and smudged something, nor was she even the kind of girl to carry around even lip gloss or own a pair of tweezers to tame her eyebrows. She took note of how her sister didn't dust her chest with any of the sparkly stuff and when she was turned around opening the closet, Abby quickly swiped some across her chest. It was barely noticeable and applied before Morgan could even notice.
Abs stood up and slid on her converse. Looking at herself in the mirror, she nodded. "Yeah, this will do I guess." She smiled smugly at her sister and sat back down on the edge of the bed.