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Summary: Meghan Wilson returns home to become a temporary assistant to her three best friends who she's known all her life.
Prologue
Hello, first off I'll tell you about myself, my name is Meghan, Meghan Wilson, I'm 26, almost 27. I just finished college at The University of Michigan with a Masters in Human Services and a minor in Business Management. I want to be a Social Worker, mostly working in the Foster Care System. You may wonder why I just finished college at my age, well it's because when I was 18 I started touring with the famous Connect 3. Wow! Scream any louder and you may burst my eardrums! Not that I'm not use to it by now. Anyways back to my story. I was just out of high school when the boys went to Camp and got discovered, Nate was only 13, Shane was 15, and Jason was 17. At the end of Camp I got news from my mom about the boys. When I heard my childhood best friends, three boys I considered brothers were deciding to tour the country, possibly the world after being discovered at their Uncle's Camp, and that my mom was going to be their assistant how could I turn down traveling with them? Of course I wasn't going to give up my dream of college so I decided to take online courses.
I was there for their start, I was there when Nate found out he had Diabetes, I was there when Jason grew to love birds as weird as that is, and I was there when Shane became a massive jerk! That was when I decided to leave. As much as I loved them, I couldn't sit around and watch stardom change Shane, I couldn't see how my mom could stand it either, but we were considered family, their mom and my mom are best friends. Their father took care of us after mine passed away from a stroke when I was seven. So how thrilled was I when I heard Shane had met Mitchie, or that he finally changed back to the boy I grew up with.
So you must be wondering why I'm telling you all of this, well, right now I'm on a plane from my home, on my way to California. I got the phone call today, my mom was ill. Nothing serious, it's just she can't be the boys assistant anymore. My mom never had the greatest health, but all the traveling and running about has finally taken its toll on her. So here I am, on my way to see the Grey's after wow four years. To take my mom's job till they find someone they think can be as good as her. Yeah I'm not giving up my life's ambition just to take care of some celebrities even if they are family. So here I am just about to land in sunny California, seeing my Grey family for the first time in about four years, and I'm nervous as hell!
Why am I nervous? Do you really have to ask that? Well I'll give you the satisfaction of informing you. I was 22 almost 23 when I left, I've never been the skinniest girl in the world but I wouldn't say I'm fat. I've actually lost a significant amount of weight since I've last saw them. I'm no Hannah Montana, but I'm closer to a Mitchie Torres. Not saying she's heavy because she's not she's purely gorgeous at least what I've seen of her in the tabloids. Anyways I still had issues with my body image but would always push it towards the back of my mind. I would wear belly shirts some days because I liked the catcalls I get. I know demeaning but it made me feel good, even if I didn't understand why guys found me attractive, I still felt fat. I use to have what they classify as dirty dish water blonde hair. I've gotten rid of that awful hair color, not that it wouldn't fit on anyone else, but it just wasn't me. Now I have a very dark brunette hair color with very dark red highlights in it. You can't really see the red unless the light hits it just right.
The only thing that is really the same about me is my hazel eyes. Which I hate! I wish I had a deep chocolate brown or blue eyes, It would just feel fake to me to get contacts to change them, and that's one thing I don't want to be is fake. They are also hidden behind my pink framed glasses. I use to wear contacts but I just got lazy and just quit putting them in. Also, at 22 I was still growing into my body, I know! I was a late bloomer with everything. So now I'm a bit curvier in all the right places mind you! I'm still only 5'2", but even though I'm short I make up for it with sass. All my friends back in Michigan know not to get on my bad side or they will see my mean side. But it takes a lot to get on my bad side.
Another thing I'm nervous about, which even my real family doesn't know this, but I've acquired a bad habit since I've last seen them. I've been cutting. It's not like I've had a rough life, far from it. But I suffer from depression issues, I was diagnosed with Bi-Polar when I was six. The Grey's know this, heck they were pretty much there when I had my tantrums that caused my parents to take me to see someone. You see, I was emotionally abused by my babysitter when I was five, she'd even let her nephew who was three years older than me beat me. I didn't know what to do, I was scared so I held it in, and after a year I finally broke down and told my mom what was going on. She was furious and took me from my babysitters care since then Donna Grey and Peter Grey would watch me. But I left with some pretty nasty emotional scars. I mean you probably would too if someone who was supposed to be your care-giver told you you'd never amount to anything or that you were worthless, then let her scum of a nephew, beat you, try to drown you, and tell you that he was going to kill you and no one would care. Not to mention my step-father is a complete ass, he use to beat me, he also would try and touch me in an impropriate manner, I mean he never escalated to far, just when he'd hug me he'd grip my rear. Graze me certain ways when reaching across the table for some. Sometimes I'd finding him sitting in my bedroom in the middle of the night staring at me. Creepy huh? Yep emotionally damaged I am. So I was thrilled when I left, absolutely thrilled.
When I left I was looking for a new start that ended up me having a string of bad relationships. Mostly guys trying to pressure me into things I didn't want to do. See the boys and I made a commitment to God that we'd wait till marriage for sex. And I was fully intending to do so, until Alex came along. Yeah Alex. He had his subtle way of demeaning me, which I didn't know at the time, I thought he loved me, I really did. I broke finally one day after being hounded day and night and finally let it happen. Needless to say after a three month relationship he dropped me for the next new thing that same night. That was well over two years ago. I find myself becoming so stressed with classes and my depression that I picked up the cutting. I just get so agitated and it feels like my chest is on fire. I start to hyperventilate and the only thing to relieve it is to cut. I just don't know how to stop, I wish I could but I don't see how I can. You ask yourself why I don't talk to someone? I'm too ashamed. So now I wear bracelets to cover my scars, I've moved to cutting other places since my best friends Holly and Brigit caught sight of my wrists one night. They asked me to stop, they cried with me, pleaded. I told them I would, but I still couldn't. So I moved to less noticeable places. They have a habit of checking my wrists every now and then.
And lastly the main reason why I am nervous, I'm seeing them again, like I said before, for the first time in FOUR YEARS!
I mean, it's not like we haven't talked to each other during that time. Donna Grey, Peter Grey, Jason and I have spoken the most. Jason and I would speak at least once a month we would talk for about two to three hours over the phone. Especially since he's had a lot of down time, see Nate had a side project for about a year, then after that Shane had a solo album. So Jason and I talked a lot, and I guess it became a regular thing. Shane and I we usually text and chat online from time to time with phone calls on holidays and birthdays. Nate, he's the hardest one to get a hold of. Always so busy with his latest Broadway Career among a million other things he's done this last couple of years. Not to say Nate ever forgot about me, he'd always call on my birthday or vice versa as well as Holidays. But now the boys are getting back together after about three years to start up on a new album and they need an assistant again, one they trust and since my mom can't do it they needed someone that knows them. So here I am, buckling my seat belt back up and preparing to land in my new home for the next few months. Needless to say I'm not shaking because of a fear of flying, oh no certainly not.