All You Want

Part Four

Josslyn was silent as they drove back to their apartment, uncomfortably so. She stared out the window, thoughts on what had happened in the grocery store. She couldn't believe that she'd seen him, again. After all of these years. The last thing she'd expected when she moved here was running into him, again.

"What are you thinking about?" Spencer questioned as his hand reached out across the console to take her own.

She shrugged and continued to drive. "I don't know. I guess I'm just wondering what will happen tonight." She answered softly as she drove into the parking lot of their apartment. She got out and gathered some of the groceries as her best friend did the same. As soon as the had exited the elevator and hurried to their home, they began to put the food away.

"Do you think you'll get all of the answers you wanted?" He wondered curiously, dark eyes wide as they studied her.

"I hope so." Josslyn whispered softly before she smiled and hurried to the living room to watch some television, a way to get her mind off of everything.

Morgan's mind was everywhere as he worked that day. He couldn't stop thinking of what had occurred. Couldn't forget what was going to happen later tonight. He was nervous and excited. Excited, because he was going to reconnect with his sister and cousin. Nervous, because he was unsure of what would happen or if his sister would forgive him when she found out why he'd really left. He shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts as he took customers' orders and refilled their coffees and soft drinks.

He hoped that his co-workers couldn't tell how nervous he was. The last thing he needed was their complaining to Terri about his not doing his job.

It was a few hours later that he left work to go home and get ready. His hands shook on the steering wheel as he drove, worry overwhelming him to his very core. He'd already called Catherine and asked her to meet him at his apartment, feeling that he needed her for moral support. As soon as he entered his apartment, she threw herself into his arms and he buried his head into her shoulder, letting his hands rest against her back as he pulled her that much closer.

They pulled away and Catherine framed his face with her hands, gently. The tips of her fingers ran softly over his cheekbones. "Are you okay?" She wondered sweetly, ushering him over to the sofa to sit down.

Morgan clenched his fingers into his hair and lowered his head. "I don't know." He replied. "I invited Josslyn and her best friend-my cousin, Spencer to dinner here. Tonight. I'm supposed to explain to my baby sister why I left and I'm so fuckin' terrified that she'll hate me afterward."

Catherine frowned and flipped back her red hair. "What could you have possibly done that could be so horrible?" She wondered curiously. That didn't really fit the Morgan she knew and loved.

He didn't answer.

Josslyn fiddled with the ring that hung on a chain around her neck. It had been a gift from Spencer. The ring Britt had given him long ago. She found that whenever she was stressed, touching the ring seemed to calm her. Something rather unexplainable to her.

She bit her lip and went to her closet and pulled out the plaid shirt that had been Morgan's and quickly slid it over the blue romper she'd just put on.

Her door opened and Spencer hurried in without knocking. "You about ready to go?" He asked of her, eyes wide.

Josslyn nodded and grabbed her purse quickly before she hurried to her friend's side and laced her arm through his. "As ready as I'll ever be." She informed him weakly, trying to smile.

Morgan jumped when he heard the knock on his door. He glanced at his girlfriend with wide, terrified eyes and asked, "Could you answer the door for me?"

Catherine nodded and opened it briskly, eyeing the young couple in front of her. "Hi, I'm Catherine. You two must be Josslyn and Spencer." She greeted as she allowed them to step inside. She didn't take her eyes off of the blonde for a moment, wanting to drink in the tiny similarities she shared with Morgan.

Josslyn shifted nervously, brushing her hair from her face. "Hi." She answered with a smile as she stared at the redhead questioningly. "Are...you my brother's girlfriend?" She wondered, trying her hardest to contain her frown. When her brother had invited she and Spencer to dinner, she hadn't thought that he'd have someone else along. Her small, long fingered hand reached down to capture Spencer's. She laced their fingers together and swallowed hard as she tried to gather her strength.

Suddenly, Morgan came out from the kitchen to great them. A dish towel was on one shoulder and fear was clear in his eyes. "Hey Josslyn!" He said as he moved forward to embrace. His lips pressed a tender kiss to the side of her head as he pulled away. Then, he turned his attention toward Spencer and hesitantly held out his hand to shake.

Spencer glared at it for a few moments, as if it were diseased. That was until Josslyn nudged him in the arm. He rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath as he took the proffered hand.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Josslyn cleared her throat and spoke. "So, what's for dinner?"

It was after a dinner of homemade fried chicken that they all retired to the tiny and sparse living room, so different from Josslyn and Spencer's own apartment.

Morgan sat down on a chair, Catherine on the arm while Josslyn and Spencer sat together on the couch across from them. "So, I guess I should explain why I disappeared the way that I did. What I want to say before I tell you, though is that I regret all of it. I should've never done what I did. I should've never done what I did to Michael. If I could take it back, I would in a millisecond."

Spencer hissed under his breath as Joss' blunt nails dug into the skin of his hand.

"What did you do to Michael?" Josslyn asked, voice strong yet fearful. Unsure if she really wanted to know.

Her big brother looked at her shamefully then, tears glimmered in his eyes as he replied, "I let jealousy and anger get the best of me and drugged Michael with something similar to roofies."

Everything was silent for a moment, uncomfortably so, until the blonde shot up from the couch as if she'd been stung or burned. "I've gotta go!" She mumbled carelessly, hurrying out the door without even putting her shoes back on, long locks of hair flying behind her like a banner.