It was two weeks after that first day of school...the day Meghan had first gone to lunch with Justin. They went out to lunch regularly and usually had conversations in which they each would expose a piece of who they were...sometimes revealing things even *they* didn't know about themselves.
Meghan was continually hounded by Jon, Melissa, Brenda and Shane. Justin constantly offered to talk to them and tell them to lay off, but each time Meghan merely shook her head and said, "They won't listen."
Justin and Meghan also had English together and were assigned to do a project as partners. The had three months to do it because this was a huge assignment that required a large amount of work. Justin was coming over to Meghan's house that Friday night to work on it.
He was slipping his jacket on and heading out the door when the phone rang. "Hello?'
"Hey Justy-are you coming to Shane's party tonight?" Brenda asked.
"Nope-I've got more important things to do," Justin said.
"Like what?"
"I'm going over to Meghan's house, not that it's any of your business," Justin said.
"What is up with you two anyway? Why all of a sudden are you hanging out with Meghan the weirdo?"
"Don't call Meghan that," Justin said, "I finally realized what a great person I've been missing out on."
"Oh, don't tell me you're starting to *like* that little snot."
"That's *exactly* what I'm saying Brenda. I've decided to grow up and get a life-you should try doing the same." Justin hung up and went to Meghan's house.
As he drove, he thought about Meghan and the friendship that had developed between them in the past two weeks. Justin had opened himself up to Meghan more than anyone else on his whole life. He loved how she patiently listened to him with her green eyes looking intently into his own blue ones.
And for some reason, Justin knew he wanted to be with this girl more than anyone he had ever known...he just didn't know how to tell her how desperately he needed her.
Justin walked to Meghan's door and rang the door bell.
The door opened. "Hey Justin come in." Meghan was wearing a white tank top and PJ pants.
"Hey Megs, what's up?" Justin asked as he stepped into her house.
Meghan shrugged. "Not much. Want a drink or something to eat?"
"Sure, why not?" Justin said, following Meghan into the kitchen. She pulled two Pepsis out of the refrigerator and grabbed a bag of Doritos from the cupboard.
"Are you sure you really wanna spend your Friday night with me? Wouldn't you rather be out partying or something?" Meghan asked as they settled on the couch.
"No, I'd much rather hang out with you-you're a way funner person to be with," Justin said.
And so they began their research. Meghan couldn't help glancing over at Justin repeatedly-she loved how he looked so concentrated and serious one minute, then how the next he would break into a grin that showed off his deep blue eyes. She didn't catch Justin catching glimpses of her as well.
After an hour, Meghan's neck muscles began to cramp up, so she shut her book and rolled her head around. "I think we need a break."
"I think so too," Justin agreed.
Meghan stood up. "I'm gonna get another Pepsi-you want some more?"
Justin nodded. "Yeah, please."
Meghan went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She rotated her shoulders, trying to uncramp them when she felt a pair of warm hands gently begin to massage her shoulders.
"How does that feel?" Justin asked.
"That's feels great," Meghan said, loving how Justin's strong hands were kneading relief through out her whole body. "Thanks Justin."
"Anytime, Megs." Justin's hands lngered on Meghan's shoulders a little bit longer before took his fingers off.
"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Meghan asked.
"Yeah...what do you have?"
"Um...Urban Legend, The Faculty, Studio 54, Cruel Intentions..."
"Let's see 54. I haven't seen that," Justin said as they settled back into the living room and Meghan popped the video into the VCR.
"I love Ryan Phillippe...he is sooo hot," Meghan gushed as she turned the lights off and sat next to Justin.
"What does he have that *I* don't?" Justin asked.
"A *body*," Meghan teased. "I mean, come on- Ryan's got the six pack and the pecs..."
"Hey! I've got a six pack too!" Justin exclaimed indignantly.
Meghan laughed. "I'm sure you do."
"Feel it," Justin said, grabbing Meghan's hand.
"Justin!"
"Just feel my six pack, Megs," Justin said, slipping her hand under his shirt.
Meghan looked at Justin, startled, but she obediently slid her hand across his stomach, feeling the toned muscles. She nodded her head and smiled. "NIce."
"I know."
"Are you ticklish?" Meghan asked and began to tickle Justin. He just grinned and shook his head.
"Nope, are you?"
Before Meghan could answer, Justin began tickling her mercilessly.
"Justin...the movie..." Meghan gasped. "Started."
"I'll let you off this one time, but next time..." Justin said and put his arm around Meghan's shoulders. She, in turn, snuggled up against Justin. |
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