Hi, guys. Honestly…I don't eve know what this is. I don't even know if people will be interested in it, but I hope they are. Because I like it. So please enjoy and give me any feedback on it that you have.(: I'm not sure how long it will last. Probably not very long. Just a few chapters. Ciao!
Disclaimer: I don't own DW.
Meggie lounged precariously on the edge of her bed, her head dangling off the edge as she doodled in her sketchpad. Her cat, Tubbins, smacked at her dangling, mousey-brown hair as it waved teasingly in front of him. Every now and again she smacked his ears gently, though she knew he wasw only playing, and wouldn't tug on her hair too hard. It was more of a nuisance, really. Her gum, bright pink, popped loudly as the bubble it was currently in the shape of exploded, leaving a mass of pink gum attached to her nose. She poked her tongue upwards and dragged it back, depositing the sugary thing back in her mouth. Her legs, clad in a pair of shorts and knee high, green and yellow argyle socks, were folded over each other at crazy angles. Now and again, she splattered paint all over her blue tank top, but she didn't really care. It was already speckled with ink and paint, but it was her most comfy shirt, and she wasn't really planning on going anywhere.
She was interrupted from her musings by the sound of Rory stumbling inside and thorugh the hallway. He hummed some cheesy love ballad from the eighties before he poked his head in the room. "Hello, Meggie!" he exclaimed. In exchange for her exasperated eye roll, he galumphed over to her and slammed his fingers onto her stomach, giving her a solid tickle. She squawked, contracted, and, as a result of her precarious position, went solidly over the edge of the bed. Sadly, straight on top of Tubbins. The tabby cat yowled, and fought his way upward, hissing in a very disgruntled manner.
"Rory, you twit," Meggie snapped, "what are you doing?" She climbed back onto her covers and flopped facedown into them, enjoying the downy feel. Her brother followed suit, landing on his back next to her.
"It's a wonderful day," he sighed. "No, a gorgeous day. A stupendous day. A supercalifrag-"
"All right, something's good when you start quoting mary Poppins," Meggie sighed. She rolled over on her stomach and inquired, "What happened?"
"Okay, well, there's this girl," Rory started, and Meggie perked up.
"Isshe pretty? Oh, gosh, I knew it!"
"Oh, yeah, she's gorgeous, and she's really amazing, and she kind of agreed to be my girlfriend…"
"Rory!" Meggie squealed, "that's amazing! Oh, thank the lord. This'll do wonders for you. I always knew she had a crush on you."
"You did?" Rory looked confused. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I figured you'd see. I hoped it'd finally get you away from hanging out with that Pond chick."
"You mean Amy?"
A hum of affirmation. She wriggled closer to the edge and let her head hang off it once more.
"First of all, that's weird. I never understood why you enjoy having all the blood rush to your head. It's bad for you. Second of all, Meggie, Amy did agree to be my girlfriend."
"What?!" Meggie shrieked and, once again, fell off the edge of the bed. Thankfully, she did not land on a cat this time, only the hardwood floor. "The slut?!" She picked herself up and placed her hands on the side of the bed, on he knees so inly her head was visible from Rory's view.
"She's not a slut," Rory snapped.
"She's a kissing gram! She goes around and smooches guys, and probably girls, too, at parties!"
"So?"
Meggie cut her eyes at Rory. "What does kissing lead to? Touching. What does touching lead to? Dark rooms and holes, especially when alcohol is involved."
"Holes?" Rory had a bewildered look in his eyes.
Meggie sighed. "Come on, Rory. We had this talk in year 7."
"Ew!" Rory exclaimed, grimacing. "Meggie, that's disgusting."
"It's the truth," his sister argued. "I don't like her." Climbing up on the bed again, she leaned over her brother. "I don't want to see you get hurt."
"I'm eighteen, Meggie," Rory pointed out. "I think I'm capable of knowing whether or not someone is going to cheat on me."
"And it's really sad when a fourteen-year-old can see something you choose not to," answered Meggie. She shook her head and lay down again. "You're stupid."
"Amy calls me that," Rory replied absentmindedly.
"She's an idiot."
"You're a monster."
"Twit." Meggie smiled fondly and patted Rory's stomach. "Just be careful, all right?"
Rory heaved himself upright and grinned. "Of course. And who knows, when I get my nursing degree and all that, maybe, just maybe, we can get mar-"
"Don't even think about finishing that statement," Meggie bellowed. "I can't believe you."
Shaking his head, Rory exited the doorway. However, before he closed the door, he said, "There's more to her than you think, Megs."
Without bothering to look up, Meggie answered, "For your sake, I hope so. I only hope you don't get hurt in the process."
"Even if I do, I don't care. I'd do anything for her. I'll stay with her forever."
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