Skye's POV
She doesn't remember. I know I shouldn't feel bad about it, she was drunk and everything. But still, part of me couldn't help but feel sad.
I guess because I got my hopes up about finally having someone to talk to about it. Of course I had my family, but I feel like if I brought it up, they would start crying, or get really pissed. In Sloans case, a little bit of both. It'd just bring a lot of painful memories up for them, and I really didn't want that.
Megan.
She was different. She had been through an entirely worse ordeal, but still cared about everyone. Well, mostly everyone.
She had a heart that was mostly pure, but was hurt. Not damaged. Hurt.
Which I guess explains my little 'infatuation'. Its not real feelings, they're just, admirations. So, I'm gonna do what I do best. Bury it so deep I forget it was even there. It might be hard, but I have to do it.
"Skye!" Sloans shrill voice called throughout the house. A few seconds later, her head popped in the doorframe. "Megan and I are going out."
"On a school night?" I said sarcastically.
"Not that kind of going out doofus. We're going to go get our nails done." With the roll of her eyes, she left me alone.
Sighing I just sat on my bed for a bit, before finally deciding to get dressed. It wasn't too late, so I planned on going over to Tiffany's. She used to go to school with me, but she dropped out. So now she lives with her girlfriend, and works as an architect. I figured she would've needed to go to college, or at least have graduated high school. But, I guess not.
Hopping in my car, I pulled out of my driveway. Syncing my phone to the Bluetooth, I dialed Tiffany's number.
Tiff: Hey loser!
Me: Hello Tiffany.
Tiff: Skye, its willow, not Tiffany.
One main thing with Tiffany is, she hates being called Tiffany. So she just goes by her middle name. But me being me, I'm basically the only one who can get away with calling her Tiffany. Otherwise, she would bite my head off.
Me: Chill, Willow. I'm on my way over. You want anything?
Tiff: Pizza! And movies!
Me: You know it.
Ending the call, I pulled over to the Little Ceasers down the road from Tiffs house. It wasn't great pizza, but it was cheap. So I guess that made up for it.
"Skye!!!!" Tiff screamed as I walked in the door. The small red headed girl engulfed me in a hug. She was quite strong for her size.
"Ouch!" I wimpered, holding my arm where she slapped it. Quite abusive too, I might add.
"Where the hell have you been?! I haven't heard from you in ages!" She raised her hand again, but I grabbed it, pushing her slightly away from me.
"I've been at school. Obviously." She scoffed, walking into the dinning room area.
"Oh, hello there Skye." Tiffs girlfriend, Robin, greeted warmly from the couch. Robin was quite a catch. She actually made tiff get off her ass and try to make something out of her life rather than wasting it away on the couch.
"Hey Robin, good day?' I asked. Robin was a senior VP at a incorporation or something.
"Eh, it was so so." Laughing, she stood, hugging me lightly before kissing tiff on the cheek. "Well, goodnight all. Try not to be too loud will you?"
"Ok love, we'll try, no promises though." Tiff joked. Eyeing her, Robing turned and headed back to their room. Honestly, this, being here, with tiff and robin, its relaxing. Because they are both people that know everything. Well, mostly everything.
"So, what do we start with first? London has fallen? Or, The Great Gatsby?" I asked, holding up each option.
"How about we start with whoever is on that little mind of yours." Tiff said nonchalantly.
Narrowing my eyes, I shrugged my shoulders. Taking the movies over to the rec area. Plopping down on the couch, I debated whether or not to tell her about Megan. Its not like I have any actual feelings for or anything, so there's really no point, right?
"Now, Skye, don't you think I've known you long enough to tell when you're lying?"
"Well, no, not really."
"As well as know that you use sarcasm to cover up your true feelings?" Rolling my eyes, I leaned back into the couch, propping my head up in my hand.
"Tiff, you know how ridiculous you sound right now?" I questioned. Trying to get the attention off me. I really didn't want to talk about Megan right now. Mostly because I came here to avoid thinking about Megan. And here I am, thinking about Megan, and how much I don't want to think about Megan.
"I may sound ridiculous, but I'm right. Aren't I?" Tiff challenged back. Leaning forward, she rapped her knuckles lightly on the table. Watching me. Analyzing me.
Grabbing a slice of pizza from the box that lay open on the table, I bit into it. Making sure to chew obnoxiously loud, forcing tiffs eyes to look away. "You're such a pig!"
"Yeah, but you love me." I said, nudging her.
"Stop avoiding the question." She glared. Looking back at me, she grabbed the box of pizza, hiding it behind her. That's just uncool. Man, so uncool. Take everything else, but my pizza.
"What question?" I asked, playing dumb. Earning yet another slap.
"You know exactly what question. Now spill." She demanded.
I sighed, raking my hand through my hair. "Her names Megan."
Then I told her everything. Who Megan was. How I met her. What happened when she ran out of the house. Her parents. Her knowing what happened to me. How amazing I thought she was. How kind, and caring. How undeniably beautiful. The way I felt so comfortable talking to her.
By the time I finished, Tiff was staring off into nowhere. Stroking her imaginary beard. "You like her!" She whisper yelled.
"I don't. I'm just.....intrigued." Narrowing her eyes at me, she slapped my leg.
"Don't deny it. We both know its true. And this whole, 'oh, I'm dark and broody, I don't have feelings' thing you've got going on here, nock it off." I scowled slightly at her imitation of me. That sounded nothing like me.
"I don't talk like that." I defended.
"Bullshit!" She said harshly. Tiff was always straight forward with me. Telling me when I was being a bitch. Or being too annoying. Hell, even when I apparently didn't know how to shut my loud mouth. Or so she put it.
"Tiff, I don't know."
"Yes, you do. You just don't know how to handle it." Rubbing the sides of my head, I reached back behind her, and took back the pizza. Pondering what I should say.
"Tiff, she just, makes me....."
"She makes you feel again." Tiff said softly, grabbing her own slice. Taking two big bites, she chomped quietly beside me. And she calls me a pig.
"She knows things. Things that I think I want to talk about, you know?" I said thoughtfully, examining my pizza. "But I also feel like I should be pissed. 'Cause Sloan, my sister, went and told someone I barely knew, about something that changed my entire life. And at the same time, I know I can't be mad, because it changed hers to."
"Your life is like some cut throat telenovela." Tiff joked, taking another bite.
"You're telling me."
"You wanna know what I think?"
"As always." I answered sarcastically.
"Well, she's been through some horrible things too. So, she's in a way, able to handle whatever goes on in that crooked little head of yours. You just need to trust her enough to give her the chance."
"You're probably right." I said, feeling dejected.
"I am, as always, which means, I get last slice." She proclaimed triumphantly.
"I suppose so."
"What are you still doing here? Go. Go talk to her. Profess you undying feelings."
"You know what, I think I will."
******
Walking into my house, I decided to get changed before seeing if Sloan and Megan were back yet. Walking in, I was startled to see Sloan in my bed. Seemingly fast asleep.
Shoving her awake, she jolted up, falling down on her ass. "Ow, Skye!"
"Don't Skye me, what the hell are you doing in my bed?" I questioned. Self consciously looking around to see if Megan were here too.
"Well, when Megan and I went out, she met a guy. So I decided to give them some privacy." Hearing that crushed me. And I have no idea why. We were barely even friends. So why would this bother me?
"Well, go sleep on the couch then." I said, nodding towards the open door.
"Skye, are you serious?" Sloan said pouting.
"No. Out." I ordered. She eyed me before hesitantly heading out the door.
The thought of Megan with someone she just met. Hell, the thought of her with anyone else besides me, it hurts.
Maybe I do have feelings for her.