Megan's POV
"Megan, are you sure you're ok?" Sloan asked for the millionth time. After my little freak out, and me storming out, I came back to a sobbing messy Sloan.
I admit, not my best moment. I was upset. But, the way Skye sounded, so distraught, it was as if all my problems were gone. And all I wanted in that moment, was to hold her. I don't understand why I feel this way, but I do. I just can't explain it. I feel like this is a chance for us to open up to each other. "I'm not sure, but I'm better than I was before."
"You scared me, don't ever do that again!" Sloan slapped my arm.
The rest of the night, Sloan and I just talked. About my parents. The Evan thing. What Skye had told me earlier. Sloan didn't seem to be fazed by it. But she did warn me to keep whatever conversation Skye and I had in her room, to keep it between her and I. Skye really valued her privacy.
I was just happy I would finally get a look into Skye's life.
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"Hey." Skye said softly, opening her door, stepping aside so I could come in.
"Hey."
"Um, sit down." She said.
I sat down on the edge of her bed, secretly basking in her smell. I watched as she paced slowly in front of me. Whatever it is she was going to tell me, it must really be something she's struggling with. We were just kinda, silent. Me just watching her, and her, well, she was deep in thought.
"Skye?"
"Just give me a second." Pulling her desk chair over, she sat in front of me. Resting her elbows on her knees, her stormy grey eyes found mine. They were swirling with emotions. "I'm not....I'm not good with words. Or feelings. I'm not good with people in general."
"I don't understand Skye-...."
"Just let me finish.....otherwise I'll just loose my nerve." Running her hand over her face, she leaned back in her chair, still looking at me. "I'm a very fucked up person." She continued. I had many questions, but I held my tongue. "I have so many issues. And I'd like to think it would be different had I just faced my problems in the past. If I had just talked to someone. But I didn't. And it made me who I am today. I was in an extremely dark place because of it."
Running her hands over her fave once more, she stood and resumed pacing. Rubbing her hands against each other as she prepared herself to continue. "I guess I just wanted to tell you, I know what it can do to you to run away from your problems. It'll kill you. It almost did to me." She whispered. My eyes squinted a bit as I thought about what she said. For once, I was stumped. I thought I knew what she meant, but I don't want to make any assumptions.
"What do you mean?" I asked softly. I watched her closely as she hesitated a moment.
"I tried to kill myself." She muttered, looking down at the floor. I didn't need to see her face to know she was on the verge of tears. I know I wanted Skye to let me in, it I didn't expect it to be like this. I didn't expect her to tell me something like this. All could think, was, why? Did something drive her to this? Is this why she was the way she was today? Why she's so distant?
"Skye." I said, slowly standing and walking over to her.
"Megan, don't let yourself get consumed. 'Cause, once it happens, no matter how much you think you've moved on.....you'll never be the same."
I grabbed her hands, willing her to look at me. Instead she just stared at pur conjoined hands. She smiled a bit before pulling me into a tight hug.
I'm not going to lie, this is the best I've felt in a while. The way Skye was holding me, it made me feel needed. I was sadly happy that Skye told me.
"God....I hate the way you make me feel." She said, laughing softly into my shoulder. I tried to pull away, but she just held me tighter. "Can we just stay like this for a while?"
"Yeah," I said, wrapping my arms up around her neck, "we can."
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Its been about an hour since Skye's revelation to me. At some point we moved to the bed.
Not in that way, 'ya nasty.
We just laid there, as I held her in my arms, my head on her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat. Honestly, I don't know why we were laying like this, but it felt right. It felt.....normal.
Looking up, I saw that Skye was asleep. I took in her features. Now that I was looking closely, I noticed things I hadn't before. Like the scar she had above her eyebrow. Or how her nose twitched slightly as she slept.
*ping-ping*
I cringed at the sudden loudness of my phone. Fishing it out of my pocket, I switched it off to silent. Reading over the message, I saw it was from Sloan.
Sloan: Where the hell are you?!?!
Oops, looks like she woke up. I fought a laugh as I typed my response.
Me: Chill, I told you, I'm with Skye.
Sloan: Oh right, please tell me y'all aren't having sex down the hall?
Burying my head into Skye's shoulder, I shook lightly with laughter. Lord, I swear Sloan has the worst mind ever.
Me: No, Sloan, I told you, we're just friends.
Sloan: Mhm, well, goodnight girly. Remember, use protection.
Me: ok, goodnight gorgeous.
Sighing, I switched my phone off, before halfheartedly throwing it to the ground. It was so weird how determined Sloan seemed to be with me liking Skye. Not that I do. But still, its odd.
"Your laugh is adorable." Skye said from beside me. I was startled a bit.
"I thought you were asleep."
Shifting, she turned herself on her side, looking down at me. "Isn't Sloan gonna be wondering where you are?"
"No, its okay, I told her I was with you." She tensed a bit at what I said, so I clarified, "don't worry, I didn't tell her anything else."
Laughing, she just wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "What's your favorite book?" She said randomly.
"What?"
"Well, you said you wanted to be friends, and friends typically know these things about each other, right?" Laughing, I rolled my eyes, as I snuggle closer into her. Once again basking in her smell.
"I suppose so yes."
"So?"
"So, what?"
"Whats your favorite book?" She repeated.
"Well, harry potter obviously." I answered matter of factly.
"I never pegged you as that type of person."
"What? You don't like harry potter?"
"Oh, no, I love harry potter." She said laughing.
"Oh, you just didn't peg me as the type of person to read."
Chuckling, she squeezed me tightly before answering. "Well, yeah. You know, cuz you do hang out with my sister."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I challenged, pulling back to look at her.
"Well, I mean, you know." She laughed again.
"Yeah, I guess I understand." I smiled before returning the question, "what about you?"
"The adventures of huckleberry Finn."
"Oh my god, are you serious?" I said, bursting into a fit of laughter.
"Of course not!" She joked. "I just wanted to see your reaction."
"Well?"
"My favorite book, would have to be the sorcerers apprentice."
"Oh? I haven't read it." She laughed lightly, before hopping up, and opening her closet door. Revealing stack upon stacks of books.
"Here you go." She said, emerging from her closet, holding a worn down looking book. She handed it to me before situating herself back next to me.
We spent the rest of the night just talking. About any and everything. It was amazing really. We didn't have a lot in common, but we never ran out of things to talk about. And each passing second, I felt myself grow closer to her. I felt we had an amazing connection.
And right then I knew, it would only grow stronger.