Megan Meade: Life Sucks
Chapter 8
Today is the day. Today is the day that my baby is finally coming back to me. Well if you don't know what I'm talking about it's not about an actual baby but a bike. Not a peddle to the metal bike but a motorcycle. An actual motorcycle.
I know who would have thought that I, Megan Meade, will have a motorcycle with such parents. They are not the coolest and hippest parents around you know. Still they have found in their little hearts a snippet of compassion to allow me a simple pleasure. A bike.
Well it's not mine but my father's. But hey he is in Korea and he told me he would give it to me when I was older. I am older now so it's mine. Ha.
This is one of the only things I can say I shared with my father. We spend the whole summer restoring my baby. A 1950 Harley-Davidson. And we did a pretty darn good job with it too. If I say so myself.
So I am now patiently (not) waiting for my bike at the steps of the house. Some dude was suppose to drop it off at the house today. I was too stupid to ask when so I have been here since like six. In the morning mind you. And it's now like two. Do the math.
"Megan can I go inside? I'm hungry." Oh did I forget to mention that Tracy has been here with me too.
She came to support me willingly on this glorious day. If you ask her she would say that I rudely woke her up at six in the morning and rush her out of the house to wait at the steps of the McGowan's unnecessarily. I beg to differ.
"Sure go and leave me alone for my anxiety to consume me." Did you know that she had the audicy to say, "Sure I'll come back with a sandwich or something before you are completely consume." and skip into the house?
Some best friend she is. Aren't best friends suppose to support you through health and sickness and all the shebang? I sometimes feel cheated by the gods.
Curse you all!
But still she is good to me. She is going to bring me a sandwich so all is good in the world. It better have mustard.
"When did the dude say he was going to come?" I ask myself. Like if asking was going to make me remember. Sometimes I'm too stupid for myself.
"Why didn't my brain register the time after he said he was coming today? I'm such an airhead sometimes. " I berated myself "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
"I couldn't agree more." I jumped when I heard the voice. God why did it have to be Doug? Hey Look Finn is here too, oh and Evan. Great.
"Who's coming Megan?" Evan ask with his trademark hotshot smile.
"A delivery man." I responded simply.
"To deliver what?" Finn counter ask playfully.
"It's a secret." I counter with my finger in my lips and me leaning toward him as if to tell him a big secret.
"Really." He copied my action.
"Yup." I replied jumping from my spot to start pacing."But I don't know when." I frown.
"Why are you guys out here?" I was curious so sue me.
"We were going to shoot some hoops." Evan said and it was then that I saw the ball he had been holding all along. Oh. Oh.
"Do you want to join us?" Finn offered. Doug scoffed and glared daring me to answer yes.
"I would love to but I prefer to wait here for the secret." I just love using sarcasm.
"Sure Megan." Finn waved while Evan was taunting Doug about how he was going to win. Male ego. It amuses me.
"Now if what I said was true..." I talked to the air. Yup I'm that bored.
"Excuse me miss." Startled I almost hit my head with the railing when I was awaken from my nap by a stranger's questioning tone.
"You are excused. What can I do for you?" I ask rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Darn and it was a good nap too.
"Are you Miss Megan Meade?" He asked while looking at something. I couldn't decipher it in my sleepy state.
"Yes..." I stated/ask.
"I'm here to deliver a motorcycle." Oh. Oh. Oh.
"Oh, yes." Very smart Megan.
"I will need someone eighteen or older to sign." Curse my youngness.
"Sure...wait here." I swung open the door.
"REGINA MY BIKE IS HERE I NEED YOU TO SIGN." I yelled through the door."Coming" I heard her cry.
"Just one minute please." I told the dude.
"Sure." He said. He is not that talkative.
"I'm here." Regina bounce out the door. "Great." I said rubbing my hands. Finally.
She did the whole sign the paper thing and off the dude went. And in his place was my baby.
"What did I miss?" Cry Tracy from the door with a sandwich in hand. Good old reliable Tracy. It had mustard too.
"Man why did I had to leave when the bike came?" She sulked. "Told you not to." I replied sticking my tongue out.
"But I was hungry."
"So was I but I stayed faithful in my post."
"Only because it's your bike and it would have been terrible if you weren't the first to see it after we spent hours out here." Damn her logic.
"Even though you are right I won't change my mind." I crossed my arms and pouted.
"Fine at least you know who is right." She beam.
"Shut up."
"Is that yours Megan?" Finn asked when he and the boys came back from their game.
"Yup, this is my baby." I beam at them while polishing her.
"Wow." Said Evan. Such an intelligent response. Insert eye roll here.
"Like you can even ride it." Scoff Doug.
"Of course I can." I replied indignantly. Like he knows. He left with Evan following to go shower. I have a feeling he doesn't like me. Good I don't like him either.
"Is she here?" Jason appeared out of nowhere and ask. "Is she?" He isn't talking about Tracy but the bike. What a good cousin he is.
"I've been here since six in the morning shouldn't you ask about my welfare instead of the bike's?" Questioned Tracy.
"Trace you aren't a 1950 Harley-Davidson." Such cruel words.
"True."She said dejectedly.
"Has Sean seen this?" He ask in awe.
"No." I said unsure.
"Cool, I get to tell him." And he skipped off to get Sean. Like literaly skipped off.
"Weirdo." I said shaking my head.
"Got to go home Megan." Trace left not without a promise to call later today. "Bye." And I was left with only Finn to fend off the piranhas that are called Sean and Jason.
"No way!" I heard a scream. Sigh now he knows.
"Guess Sean heard about your bike." Finn said with a nervous laugh.
" What am I going to do Finn? They are going to squeal and stare in awe at the beauty and then ask if they can ride her but I'm a very jealous owner. They will harm her." I ranted.
"Megan it's only a bike you'll figure something out." And the traitor left me.
"Traitor." He only laugh as Sean and Jason approach me.
"Wow, she is well taken care of." Sean said. Hey it's one of the only times I heard him talk.
"The engine is a two-cylinder, two-valve-per-cylinder, pushrod V-twin, right?" He asked.
"Yup the famous Panhead engine." I said.
"She is a beauty." Jason admired."Can we hear her roar?"
"Sure." And they drool at her purr.
"Can I ride her?" Like that wasn't a given.
"No let me ride her first."
"No me."
"No dude I'll go first."
Like fighting like two years olds would make me hand her over. As if.
Maybe I can ride off without them knowing. Oh look they are trying to hop on. Shoot.
"My life totally sucks major arse."
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I don't remember Megan's actual bike so let's go with this one:) Review if you like!
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