Author's Note: Hey there, Melonies! My first ever WF/Migan fanfic is here. Hurrah!
As you will all see in the next succeeding chapters, I used the names and lyrics of songs that are more or less known today by many. Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's pops out in this chapter. I know most of you would probably recognize it already but, hey, let's just put that info here just to be safe. You all know how it goes. Okay, I should probably stop talking. On with the fic!
~Fire Head
P.S. If any of you are planning to sue me, please don't! I'm only a fourteen-year-old who can't even afford a pack of gum for herself.
Hey there Delilah, what's in like in New York City?
The melancholic tune echoed inside her ears. The night air felt cold, freezing even. She knew it was normal considering that January was only about to strike the country. Strange though, she still felt unnaturally chilled to the bone. She drew her breath and felt the nervous air around her.
"Meagan!" She heard a voice call her name out and she turned around. All she could see was a silhouette of a girl waving at her from across the street. The voice was enough to give away the identity of her friend anyway.
"Hey, Bea." She waved back at the approaching figure as it grew bigger. The two exchanged a small hug. A small twinge of gratitude for her friend's warmth passed through her mind as a cold wind swept beneath them.
Time square can't shine as bright as you.
"So, you been here long?" Bea finally asked after a few seconds. The other nodded, a somehow-nervous smile forming between her cheeks.
"Damn, it's cold," her bespectacled friend continued as she tugged on her black sweater. "Bet you need your man for some sweet loving tonight, huh?" Her friend winked at her then held her nose and stuck her tongue out in pretend disgust.
Meagan rolled her eyes but was secretly glad that the ice was finally broken between the two close friends. "Sheesh. Well, I've been freezing in this parking lot for the last 20 minutes, thanks to you, by the way." She commented the last bit in a joking manner.
Close your eyes.
"What can I say? Life's hard for the fashionably-late." A big grin was plastered between the bookworm's face as she responded. "Dear goshterry, we should really be getting inside. My butt is freezing!" She exclaimed in an unladylike fashion.
Meagan rolled her eyes once more, her braces glistening under the dim streetlight as she grinned. "Alright, let's go."
I'm by your side…
Credits to all the Watermelon Members whose names I have used and will use in the mere future.