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Chapter 10

"I haven't been there for the longest time"

Christine looked over at Meg, who sat on their couch, book in hand, dressed in a t-shirt and sweats. Looking back at her handheld mirror she picked up her earrings off the coffee table and put them on. She glanced over at her roommate again and then said, "You're not going to Tom's dressed like that are you?"

Meg looked up at her and smirked, "How observant of you. No I'm not going there like this. I'm staying here like this."

Christine stopped checking her make-up in the mirror. "What? You have to go!"

"I definitely don't have to do anything."

"You are not leaving me alone with Owen and Andrew. Seriously, you cannot subject me to that." Christine pleaded with her.

"Leaving you alone with Owen and Andrew? Please, I feel more pity for Andrew being left alone with you and Owen."

"Exactly, Andrew's going to be upset."

Meg smirked, "He'll live. Besides, I'm sure he's glad to be rid of me for a night."

"I doubt it," Christine replied, but the phone rang cutting off their conversation. It was Owen on the other line letting Christine know that he was illegally parked in the parking lot behind the building. Christine got up to leave, but tried one last time, "Are you sure you don't want to come?"

"Absolutely positive. Go."

Christine gave a sign, but aware of the fact that her attempts were futile she left.

Meg looked up at the sound of the door closing in order to affirm that her roommate at actually left the room. Upon finding that Christine had departed, she let out a sigh of relief. She cracked open the book she was holding and managed to get through all of five pages before the door to the apartment opened again. "What did you forget?" Meg questioned.

"I didn't forget anything" responded a deep voice, which caused Meg's head to shoot up to find Andrew standing just inside the door.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I think a better question is: what the hell do you mean you're not going?"

Meg answered his question with another question, "How did you get in here?"

Andrew broke his menacing growl for a brief second to laugh. "Well I opened the door and walked into the room, but that's not important right now. Why the hell aren't you going?"

"But the door automatically locks."

"Would you stop thinking about the stupid door. Christine gave me her key. Now answer my question!"

"I don't feel like third wheeling it tonight." Meg looked back down at her book considering the conversation to be over.

"I don't accept it. It's a lame excuse."

Meg looked up at him challengingly, "Oh really?"

"Yes, really. You can't be a third wheel if there are four people. Try again."

"Fine, I'm not really a frat party person."

"Well, first of all, it's not a frat party…"

Meg gut him off, "Frat party, house party, it's all the same thing."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"Frat parties and house parties attract differ groups of people and…"

"Bullshit, they're the same thi…"

This time Andrew cut her off, "Would you shut up and let me finish?"

"I'd prefer not to."

"Who are you Bartleby? Well, I could honestly care less if you'd prefer not to. You're going to the damn party!"

Meg laughed at what she considered a feeble attempt to convince her. "What should I?"

"There is no way you are leaving me alone all night with Christine and Owen. They make me sick."

"It's a party! There'll be other people there too."

"Yes, talking to those drunk assholes sounds super appealing."

"Your painting such a lovely picture of what my evening would be if I went," Meg replied sarcastically. "Besides, they're your friends."

"Correction, they are Owen's friends. I have few friends because I tend to hate people too much and I try to avoid hanging out with these people whenever I can."

"As do I."

"Well, this time you can't."

"Really? I'd like to see you try to make me go."

Andrew stared at her for a few moments. He smirked as a thought crossed his mind. Then, without really thinking it through, he enacted on the quickly concocted plan. He walked over to the couch, reached down, wrapped his arms around Meg's waist, and then lifted her over his shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing?" Meg screamed and squirmed as se got hoisted into the air.

"Forcing you to go to the party," he answered as he walked across the room to the door that he believed led to her room.

"Fuck you. You know I could yell rape right now and you'd be screwed."

"Yes, yes I would, but unfortunately not in terms of both definitions."

"Put me down you perv."

Andrew had somehow managed to open the door to her bedroom while keeping her on his shoulder. He entered the room and threw her down on the bed. "Stop screaming and get dressed." Meg just sat on her bed staring up at him. "What?" he asked.

"You think I'm getting naked in front of you?" she laughed at the possibility of this ever happening.

"Right…" Andrew grinned sheepishly and awkwardly exited the room closing the door behind him. He stood outside the door and listened as she started opening drawers inside. "Ho do I know that you're not trying to escape through the window?"

"Well for starters, have you seen the size of the windows in these rooms? I'm way too fat to fit through that. Second, this apartment is on the fifth floor. I'm not about to jump out a fifty foot high window just to escape going to a party. The fight is not worth my life."

Andrew laughed at her response and waited as she changed. She emerged five minutes later dressed in a nice, flowing, see-through shirt and jeans. "No skirt?" He questioned jokingly.

"Definitely, not going to wear anything to encourage the drunkards."

"A fair point. You ready then?"

Meg nodded. Andrew made a move to lift her up again, but Meg stopped him in his tracks. "You've succeeded in forcing me. I'm perfectly capable of walking for myself thanks." Andrew just shrugged and the two headed out of the apartment.

As they walked out of the building, Meg could see Christine watching Andrew in awe as he steered Meg towards the passenger seat of the car. When he had settle himself in the driver's seat, Christine questioned him. "How did you manage it?"

Andrew smirked, "What can I say? I'm a magician and a magician never reveals his secrets."

"Be more cheesy, please." Meg snorted.

"I mean, if you really want…"

Meg didn't let him finished. She turned to Christine. "He threated to defile me if I didn't go and obviously I chose my sanctity."

"Wow, she'd rather go to a party than have any kind of physical contact with you. I'd call that a burn." Owen laughed.

"You're all so funny." Andrew retorted. "Thanks Meg. Thanks so much." He looking over to find her smiling broadly.

"No problem."

A/N: I kind of like this chapter. It's a little unbelievable sure, but I think it's amusing. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and please feel free to review (reviews are always appreciated, unless they are like hate mail because hate mail is immensely lame).