Ohayo! ...I'M SOOOO SORRY FOR THE LONG ABSENCE! -dodges random sharp pointy objects thrown at her- But I did update SOMETHING, so that's good, ne! ...Don't hurt me!

Dis:

nonexistsant identical twin- Roses are red, violets are blue. I do not own this, and neither do you!

me- ...i hate you...


I left the building feeling happier than I had in a while.

Walking down the front lawn, humming a tune quietly, I made it to my house in almost record time. I looked at the third car in the driveway curiously. Who'd be at our house without any warning?

"I'm home!" I called as I walked in the door.

"Perfect timing! How about you come into the living room for a bit?" my mother's voice called. Even more curious now, I did as she said and walked towards the living room. Walking through the doorway, I stopped short. My crush and his family (his mom and brother) were in the room with my family.

"H-hi…" I stuttered, my voice catching in my throat for a second.

"Megan, why don't you and Robert go out back and talk for a while and catch up with each other?" my mother suggested. Robert got up and smiled warmly at me as he led the way out of the living room to the back yard. I followed him, a slight blush adorning my cheeks.

Once we were outside, we sat under the old oak tree.

"So…" I started, suddenly at a loss of what to say. Millions of things ran through my mind: 'Why did you come, will you hate me, do you like me, is there someone in my place, did my friends replace me, please don't let the guys overshoot their ball today, I wonder what Kitty would say, I love you, do you love me, please tell me you love me, do you have another girlfriend, did anyone move into our old house, is the library still standing?'

"How have you been?" Rob asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Fine." I said. 'Other than manifesting a mutant power that would turn you into a mindless zombie at the first note I sing…'

"That's good."

"Yeah. So what about you? What's been dropped into YOUR life?"

"Oh, this and that. Melissa and I went to the dance together last week." He said. I swear, you could audibly hear the crash of my heart breaking.

"O-oh really? How was it?" I whispered, barely being able to speak.

"Not that great, she was dancing with other guys. But she's not the girl I'm interested in. I like someone else, but I don't get to see her much lately." He said, almost dreamily.

"What's this girl like?" I asked, putting on mypoker face.

"Well, she's…" he paused, looking at me, as if he was trying to remember who this girl was, "Smart. And talented too. Wonderful singing voice, the sweetest girl I've ever met. She could charm anyone with her voice, if she had wanted to. But then she left. I know it wasn't her choice, but still… It's hard on all of her friends back home." He said, looking me in the eyes. I thought about what he said, and then it clicked. He was talking about me.

"You…you don't mean me?" I gasped. He nodded. "But I have practically no talent at all!" I said lamely, trying to prove to myself he was trying to trick me.

"Of course you do! I mean it, I really like you. Life's been hell since you left! I thought about you all the time." Robert said earnestly, leaning forward. Unconsciously, I leaned forward as well. Our lips were about to touch when a basketball landed a few feet away. I jerked back and looked in the direction it came from. Yep, there was Bobby, up at the fence.

"Yo, Meg, we overshot the ball again, could you grab it for us!" he yelled to me, leaning on the fence. I sighed in frustration and grabbed the ball. Instead of throwing it to him, I almost stormed over to the fence and shoved the ball into his hands.

"Your timing could NOT have been worse, Frostbite." I hissed.

"Well, sorry," he said with an attitude, "but Logan kicked us outside again."

"Oi, I could make you beat yourself up if I wanted too, with enough practice. Watch it." With that, I walked back to my more-than-friend/almost-boyfriend. Bobby looked at me for a second before muttering something that sounded like 'Girls…' and walking away. I sat down in my original spot and looked at Rob, but this time, there wasn't a look of faraway admiration in his eyes. This time… This time, there was hurt.

"I guess you've made new friends, haven't you, Charmer?" he asked, using my old nickname from grade school. He had given it to me when all the boys had some sort of thing for me.

"Friends, yeah." I said quietly. 'But nobody could replace you…'

"Then I guess you wouldn't mind if we made new friends too, would you?" he asked. I could hear the pain in his voice, and at that moment, I knew what had happened. He had seen Bobby and thought that I had a boyfriend.

"Bobby isn't my boyfriend! He's just a friend." I said, trying to defend myself. But the damage had been done.

"Yeah, sure." Rob said, the pain of a broken heart lacing his words. That being said, he got up and walked back into the house. A few minutes later, I heard the sound of their car pulling out of the driveway and going down the street, leaving the neighborhood.

A strange feeling welled up in my chest, a feeling I couldn't name. It was so painful, I felt like I was being torn into tiny pieces. So, I did the only thing I could do right then. I cried.

I don't know how long I sat there under the old oak, crying my heart out. After what seemed like ages, my tears dried and I walked inside, still rubbing my red eyes and sniffling. My parents tried to talk to me, but I walked right past them and climbed the staircase to my room.

I threw myself onto my bed and buried my face in the pillow, tears having started again. I looked at the picture of Robert on my dresser. Suddenly furious, I picked it up, frame and all, and threw it at the wall. The sound of breaking glass was oddly satisfying, but it didn't do much to ease my broken heart.

I heard the faint sound of the doorbell and I knew it was someone from the Institute. I stopped what I was doing and listened to the conversation through the floor.

"Ah, Jean, come in. Megan is up in her room. Maybe you can cheer her up, she was really upset." My mother was saying.

"Thanks, Mrs. Akumo." Jean's voice replied.

There was the sound of a person coming up the stairs. Then there was a soft knock on the door.

"May I come in?" Jean's voice asked.

"Sure." I said quietly. The door opened and she stepped into the room. She took one look at my tear-stained face and immediately came over and hugged me.

"Hey, tell me what happened." She said. Forcing back more tears, I told her what had happened in the yard. I could tell she was getting mad at Rob.

"Well, if he was willing to jump to conclusions like that and not let you explain, then he's not worth your time. There's plenty of guys who might catch your eye in the future." She told me. I opened my mouth to respond when my computer signaled an incoming Instant Message. Getting up, I went over and looked at who it was.

Real-world Bishoujo: wat da HELL happened! your BF just came bak lookin like he was about a kill somethin!

"It's Alex." I said, knowing Jean was looking over my shoulder.

"Well, I just came over to tell you that the Professor found an extra room at the Institute for you to stay in, so you can move in any time." Jean said, getting up. Giving me one last hug, she walked out the door. I turned to the keyboard and began to type.

Real-world Bishoujo: you there?

Siren's Voice: not my BF.

Siren's Voice: my ex.

Real-world Bishoujo: …wtf?

Siren's Voice: he thought Bobby was my BF and got pissed and left saying he'd find another GF.

Real-world Bishoujo: that idiot

Real-world Bishoujo: well, i gtg, chores so i'll ttyl

Real-world Bishoujo: bai

Siren's Voice: bai

I closed the IM window and sighed. I got up and went downstairs.

"Mama," I said, "I've made up my mind."

"About what, Sweetheart?" she asked.

"I want to stay at the Institute." I said with finality.


WEll, another chapter. I've been trying to squeeze out another chapter of MMI or BBE, but it's not working too well so far. Gomen nasai!