Part 10
Meegan found Sincerity waiting in her room when she got home. Sincerity was sat on the unmade bed, staring at the pink carpet. ~I hate this carpet~ Meegan thought.
The uncomfortable silence stretched on. Sincerity finally looked up at her. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"That's just so typical of you. Something's wrong and it's automatically my fault."
"This - " Sincerity gestured at the tight fitting leather pants and black top "is just you."
"Exactly. *Just* me." Meegan scowled in anger, hovering by the door.
"I don't get it." Sincerity sat there, just looking at her in such a way that reminded Meegan of a wounded puppy. That sickening wronged beautiful girl look - complete with single tear trickling down her cheek, smudging her mascara.
"Oh drop the fucking act, there's no one here but us," Meegan snapped.
"What's *wrong* with you? Why are you *doing* this?" Sincerity wailed, her lower lip trembling.
Meegan had to force herself not to slap the snivelling bitch. "Because I'm tired of just being a carbon copy of *you*. I want to be my own person."
Sincerity sniffed, pulling a tissue from the box on the nightstand and dabbing at her eyes. "Why couldn't you just talk to me about this? Did you not think that I would understand?"
Meegan sighed, her anger draining as she sat besides her sister. She felt the same angst she had in the coffee shop, a feeling of isolation bound by these stupid Night World laws. She couldn't talk to her own twin about any of it, no matter how much she wanted to.
Then again, she thought wryly, knowing Sincerity, her sister would worm her way up the Night World hierarchy. No. Meegan wanted the Night World to be just for her.
"That - that may be part of it," she admitted, deciding she'd better say *something* to get Sincerity off her back. If Sincerity believed it was just an identity crisis, she'd let it go.
"Are you seeing someone else?" Sincerity asked suddenly.
Meegan frowned, shaking her head. A tingling was starting to spread through her skin, a flash back to that unwanted soulmate thing was trying to force itself back into her memory. With the unknown stalker and figuring out what was going on there she had managed to forget about - him. Who was he, anyway? Did Sincerity know? *How* did Sincerity know.
"No," she said, through the lump forming in her throat. "Why?"
Sincerity shrugged. "Just that Tara-Lee saw someone following you after you left the coffee house earlier. We thought you had a freaky new boyfriend to go with the freaky new look."
Meegan shook her head. "No, no one new. I know the whole look is kind of radical, but I needed to change. If I didn't do something drastic, what would be the point?"
Sincerity sniffled again. "So it's not because you hate me?"
Meegan shook her head. "No, nothing like that." A deeper part of her pointed out that was the other main reason but Meegan was smart enough not to admit that out loud.
"Okay." Sincerity hugged her briefly then left her alone.
Meegan exhaled deeply.
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Meegan found Sincerity waiting in her room when she got home. Sincerity was sat on the unmade bed, staring at the pink carpet. ~I hate this carpet~ Meegan thought.
The uncomfortable silence stretched on. Sincerity finally looked up at her. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"That's just so typical of you. Something's wrong and it's automatically my fault."
"This - " Sincerity gestured at the tight fitting leather pants and black top "is just you."
"Exactly. *Just* me." Meegan scowled in anger, hovering by the door.
"I don't get it." Sincerity sat there, just looking at her in such a way that reminded Meegan of a wounded puppy. That sickening wronged beautiful girl look - complete with single tear trickling down her cheek, smudging her mascara.
"Oh drop the fucking act, there's no one here but us," Meegan snapped.
"What's *wrong* with you? Why are you *doing* this?" Sincerity wailed, her lower lip trembling.
Meegan had to force herself not to slap the snivelling bitch. "Because I'm tired of just being a carbon copy of *you*. I want to be my own person."
Sincerity sniffed, pulling a tissue from the box on the nightstand and dabbing at her eyes. "Why couldn't you just talk to me about this? Did you not think that I would understand?"
Meegan sighed, her anger draining as she sat besides her sister. She felt the same angst she had in the coffee shop, a feeling of isolation bound by these stupid Night World laws. She couldn't talk to her own twin about any of it, no matter how much she wanted to.
Then again, she thought wryly, knowing Sincerity, her sister would worm her way up the Night World hierarchy. No. Meegan wanted the Night World to be just for her.
"That - that may be part of it," she admitted, deciding she'd better say *something* to get Sincerity off her back. If Sincerity believed it was just an identity crisis, she'd let it go.
"Are you seeing someone else?" Sincerity asked suddenly.
Meegan frowned, shaking her head. A tingling was starting to spread through her skin, a flash back to that unwanted soulmate thing was trying to force itself back into her memory. With the unknown stalker and figuring out what was going on there she had managed to forget about - him. Who was he, anyway? Did Sincerity know? *How* did Sincerity know.
"No," she said, through the lump forming in her throat. "Why?"
Sincerity shrugged. "Just that Tara-Lee saw someone following you after you left the coffee house earlier. We thought you had a freaky new boyfriend to go with the freaky new look."
Meegan shook her head. "No, no one new. I know the whole look is kind of radical, but I needed to change. If I didn't do something drastic, what would be the point?"
Sincerity sniffled again. "So it's not because you hate me?"
Meegan shook her head. "No, nothing like that." A deeper part of her pointed out that was the other main reason but Meegan was smart enough not to admit that out loud.
"Okay." Sincerity hugged her briefly then left her alone.
Meegan exhaled deeply.
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