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'Too Good to be True'

'A' Part III

by Songsix

They were walking along the snow-covered sidewalks in silence. Conner knew whatever it was that she wanted to talk about would be serious. Why else would it no longer matter to the girl that they were probably going to miss their last few classes? Lucky for him, he already had calculus, so it didn't make much of a difference to him. He'd still have his 'A' for his other coarses. Every so often, he'd glance to the side. Her face was flushed from the cold, and her hands were stuffed deep into her pockets. The lids of her eyes were low, and she'd bite her lip every time she was about to speak up but wouldn't. This started to worry him a bit. Did something happen?

Just as he was about to ask, she finally managed to spit out, "Conner?"

Conner paused for a second, before replying, "what?"

Megan looked to the sky sighing deeply, before taking her hands and rubbing them together and stuffing them into the pits of her arms, "when you look at me, who do you see?" She asked, keeping busy as she tried to stay warm.

The boy raised an eyebrow obviously confused. What kind of question was that? "Er…you?"

Megan smiled in amusement, but it quickly faded away into a sadder expression he didn't really like to see. "No, I mean, who am I to you?"

He scratched his head for a moment not really sure of what she wanted him to say. "Um…you're Megan?" He answered, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. It was her birth given name, right? She didn't need him to tell her what's on her birth certificate. Even then she did need someone to do that, why him? He didn't give birth to her…not that he could give birth.

"I'm Megan?" She mimicked, her voice void of any emotion.

Conner rolled his eyes and groaned, "yeah, you're Megan." This here is why he would never take tutoring lessons from this girl, even if she means well.

"I'm Megan." She repeated again, twiddling her fingers keeping her gaze to the trampled snow before them. He almost wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her down until she remembered who she was, or maybe even buy a 'Hello, My Name is' sticker and a sharpie. This was a bit ridiculous.

"Are you confused? You hit your head, didn't you?" Conner concluded, with slight annoyance.

Megan almost had to laugh, but she didn't. Instead, she just smiled and stopped walking signaling the other teen to as well. "No Conner, I just realized something." She explained, but he was still dizzy as to what she was getting at.

"What?"

Megan took his hands into hers and squeezed. Her hands were soft, clammy, and felt…crooked? "We need to break up."

Conner actually had to take a step back. He didn't expect this at all. "All of a sudden? Why?" He wondered, completely bewildered.

"You don't see me as your girlfriend Conner." She stated matter-of-factly and even a little bitterly. However, her tone clearly told him that although she didn't want this to happen she really believed it should. He just didn't understand why.

"Because I said you're Megan when you are Megan?" He asked, letting go of her hands and crossing his arms with offense. He didn't mean to say anything wrong, and he'd think it'd be pretty stupid to make a big deal out of something so small.

Megan shook her hand and looked off into the distance, before meeting his gaze and explaining. "If you cared about me as something other than a friend you would have said…I don't know…something different." Her voice sounded a bit unsure, which didn't make sense unless this girl was seriously breaking up with him for no reason.

"Like?"

"Your girlfriend." It felt like getting shoved in the stomach or slapped across the forehead. He felt as though he was arriving at a point, but he still wasn't getting it. He could sense what she was trying to say, but he needed her to elaborate a little more. "The love of your life. Your everything. Anything but just plain ole Megan."

He scratched his head once more with his other hand to his hip as he thought about it for a moment, "so you're breaking up with me, because I said you were Megan?" For only a moment of course, and not long enough.

Megan sighed as she shoved her hands back into her pockets and continued to walk. Conner followed closely behind. "No, I'm breaking up with you because you don't feel about me the same way I feel about you," she said, her voice a bit shaky as it was hard enough to say and even admit at all. She did her best to hide the droplets forming at the corners of her eyes, not wishing to give the boy the chance to change her mind for the sake of her feelings. She had to do this.

"You don't know that." He quietly whispered, noticing the change in her tone, and the hurt in her actions. He didn't want to make her sad.

"But I do." She insisted, pretending to sneeze as she hid the fact she was wiping her cheeks, "Conner, I don't want to keep you in a relationship you don't even want to be in."

"What makes you think I don't want to be with you?" He challenged, taking the girl from behind and holding her against his chest resting his face into her hair. He was smart enough to know the difference between a real sneeze and a fake one.

It felt nice being held by him, and to be cared about him too. She could smell his scent, feel the heat of his own body, and for a moment almost feel wanted. Unfortunately, she could hear his heart beat too, and she knew it would never patter quickly for her as hers did for him. With all the courage she could muster up and with the fear of the loneliness that would come after, she confessed, "because I know you want to be with someone else."

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't even want to be with me." Wally muttered, as he knocked oregano shaker between his hands across the red, plastic, tabletop. He'd been doing this the whole time they've been at the parlor since they gotten there after school. Even while the waitress made it a point to glare at him while she took their orders. Dick really hated when Wally would mope, he always had to be such a drama queen about everything. He's been this way since the day he's met him.

"I don't know Wally; I sure do love being blackmailed into a forced relationship with someone who's spent years picking fun at the sport I play," he countered, yawning into his hand with mock boredom just to annoy the other boy.

Wally's brow twitched, "math isn't a sport." He snorted.

"How so?"

"It…it doesn't take any exercise!" he sputtered, flabbergasted at Dick's thinking process.

For a moment, Dick merely sat there rubbing his chin before smirking like the devil he was, "sure it does, your brain muscles." Even the people in China rolled their eyes at that. Dick started to cackle as Wally started to mutter something incoherent to himself. He always got a good laugh out of making the other boy angry. His reactions were too priceless.

"Forget it. Look, you wouldn't have gone out with me otherwise," Wally accused, crossing his arms and sitting back. Finally letting the oregano sit peacefully to Dick's relief. The scraping against the table was starting to grind his gears.

"I would have if you didn't want to keep it a secret the last time you asked," Dick pointed out, as he flicked as he crossed his own arms in return, it was almost as if he just knew what Wally was doing. It could be a sixth sense, or maybe he just knew the teen that well.

Wally opened and closed his mouth a few times trying to think of the right questions to ask. "But why not now? How come you can't feel the same now?" he wondered, feeling slightly guilty and regretful for what he had requested years ago. He was also a bit scared to find out what was Dick's reason. He almost didn't want to know, but the thing is…

"I just don't."

"Or maybe you like someone else now?" …he already knew.

Dick then un-subconsciously pinched the bridge of his nose and tapped his fingers on the table, "Drop it, Wally." He always did that, whenever he was annoyed. Something Wally wondered if anyone ever noticed these things as he did– Probably his father and his butler.

"I know who it is Dick. Why else would you agree to date me if it weren't them?" Wally argued, with a bit of venom laced in his voice. The boy had green eyes in more than one way.

"Maybe I'm doing a favor for a friend?" Dick scoffed, tapped his fingers even harder and more strained.

"Psh, friends?"

Dick almost bit something out, but instead he smirked and responded with something else. "Yeah, something you probably don't have so you wouldn't know."

Wally's jaw dropped for a second before he huffed, "oh 'ha-ha', you're hilarious."

"I do stand up on the weekends; you should catch a show sometime," Dick joked, lightening the mood a bit. He really didn't feel like fighting right now. Despite what Wally was doing, he's never really cared to have to fight with him.

"Seriously Dick, why him?" Wally wondered, his voice filled with a bit more insecurity than he'd like to reveal. The other boy didn't miss this, generally, he didn't really miss much ever.

"I thought I said to drop it. I'm with you aren't I?" he spat out, with a mean tone not really caring if it came out harsh. He couldn't really help it. He was pretty much being forced to feel helpless, because he can't do much about the situation. He hated that feeling, and he never ever wanted to have to know how that feels. For this guy to expect him to do whatever he says and make him have to be that way pissed him off.

"Doesn't feel that way," Wally grumbled, but there was something in the way he said it and the intensity in the air that told Dick he really hurt his feelings. Nice job Grayson…

"Food's here," he commented, as the waitress set down the hot steaming platter. He reached out to find Wally's hand to give it a tap hoping the dismantle the argument, only to find a hand full of hair. The boy had been resting his head, obviously deflated. Wally can be a total drama queen, and it got really irritating. However, that didn't change the fact that Dick didn't like making the boy feel sad. He gave the other boy a few strokes of his fingers through his hair affectionately letting him know he didn't want to fight.

Taking the white flag, Wally sat up taking the boy's hand and pushing it back to Dick's own side pulling away. His hand felt naked and wanting, but as much as he appreciated having the boy's attention he didn't particularly enjoy holding his hand. No matter how long they've been together, for some reason their fingers always felt crooked. He didn't like that it did. "Can you guess what it is?" he asked, making light of the conversation again.

"Pizza, duh," Dick responded, as if it were the dumbest thing the boy could ever ask besides: 'Do you win a lot of staring contests?'

"How can you tell?" Wally wondered, blinking a few times as he picked up his own slice. The cheese oozing and stretching from the platter, as grease slip off the pepperonis.

Dick tapped his chin a few times while furrowing his eyebrows before answering, "I can differentiate between various cheeses. I sense mozzarella, and a hint of tomato. There's also the scent of pepperoni."

Wally shook his head, completely flabbergasted. "Wow, you can really smell all that?" he exclaimed, mouth full of crumbs, sauce, and cheese letting specks fly onto Dick. Whom, wiped it off his face with mild disgust.

"Nah, you're just predictable. All you ever do is stuff yourself with pizza." Dick smirked with triumph feeling clever.

"DUDE!" Wally yelled out, with more crumbs flying out, "I totally do other stuff!"

Dick reached around for a napkin and wiped the slobber off, he almost wanted to reach over and try to stuff Wally's mouth to avoid another explosion. "Like…?"

"I gorge myself with cake and ice cream on my birthday."

"And everyone else's birthdays…" Dick muttered, going down memory lane.

"One time!"

Dick scrunched up his eyebrows scoffing, "psh, even your Uncle Barry said you ate all the vanilla at his party."

Wally shrugged his shoulders, "Ok, so twice."

"Kal even mentioned how–"

"Fine! Lot's of times," Wally interrupted with a meek squeak that followed after. Dick couldn't help but laugh out loud grabbing at his sides. Sure, the guy could be a total jerk, but he still enjoy his reactions. Nonetheless, he did enjoy his company most of the time. They did have their past memories together, and they were friends at one point despite the fallout they had. Even though Wally could do pretty 'prick-ish' things, Dick can't forget how much he enjoyed the good times with the guy.

"You're too easy," Dick insulted, stilled chuckling.

"And you're pretty difficult," Wally countered with a huff.

"Because you're easy."

"Because you're difficult."

"Easy."

"Difficult."

"Easy."

"Difficult."

"Easy."

"Difficult."

"Difficult."

Wally closed eyes and stuck his tongue out, even if neither wouldn't do much, "I'm too stupid to fall for that, Dick."

"Yeah, but you are stupid enough for me to steal your pizza!" Wally then opened his eyes and glanced down to find he had managed to have been robbed by a blind kid. He blushed slightly at this. Hmmm, maybe Coach Harper did have a point about letting the team intercept the ball too much…

"Hey! Not cool! Unless you're planning on helping me pay!" Wally yelled out, slamming his fists on the table playfully.

"Whatever, you took me on a date. Your treat," Dick cackled, taking a satisfying bite from the two slices in his hands. he placed one on top of another into a pizza sandwich.

"You're gonna get real fat someday," Wally commented, bending over the table and poking Dick in the belly for emphasis sending tickles up his spine.

"But not today!" Dick quickly slapped his hand away, and shoved what was left of the pizza in his hands into his mouth. Normally Wally would pick a real fight with someone if they ever touched his food. He was a big eater, he didn't like when people took his snacks willy nilly. However, with Dick, it was always okay. He was fine with whatever the boy wanted, as long as he was happy with him.

"That's no excuse!"

He never saw it coming. Actually, there's a lot of things he never sees, but this one was a real doozy. He guessed this explained why he could never get too close with Cassie or why he and Megan never really felt…well…right. He never meant to hurt her; he did grow to care about her to some extent. But how could he see what he couldn't even figure out himself? Maybe it was just his own stubbornness? Maybe it was his own blindness? But he should have figured it out without Megan telling him from all those butterflies that flew up his stomach; the tickling sensation every time their skin met; the need to see the boy every day and the way he cherished every minute he had with him; the feeling of missing him while he was far away, but still feeling warn inside knowing they were important to each other; the moment he realized–

"Didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude to stare?"

–"I can't take my eyes off of you," Conner whispered to no one, as he watched Dick laugh happily with someone that wasn't him, dark blue shining as his sunglasses fell off the bridge of his nose. For someone who was blind, there was so much more life, emotion, and feeling in his eyes than most people he knew.

From his usual bus stop, he stood waiting to head home. He didn't mean to look for them, he didn't think he'd see them. However, there they were having a great time at the pizza place that just happened to be by his stop. Just his luck. He almost wanted to march over there and yank West up by his collar. He wanted to give the jerk a piece of his mind. He wanted to get Grayson back as his friend. He wanted to let him know he didn't need to date that prick for his sake.

But the truth was that he had to, for the sake of his family's farm.

Author's Note: Thankyou to TheWickedWizardofOz for beta-ing this chapter and the last! I'm terrible for not crediting him for the last one.

Also, thankyou so much everyone for such a...wow...a huge response to the new update! I didn't realize many of you do enjoy this story! You have truly given me more reason to write for this story more. With that in mind, please tell me what you thought of this new update and I'll be sure to get back to you! By the way, has anyone guessed the song I based this off yet?