Chapter Eleven:
Morgan

Greg sat on the couch, Nick and Natalee next to him. He turned to them.

"Are you sure this is going to work?"

Natalee looked at him. "No," she said honestly. "But, it couldn't hurt, right?"

This was true. He'd basically hit rock bottom with Luca. Again.

"I guess it's good that she didn't lock herself in her room again," he said. "Except than it was easier to talk to her that way."

Nick looked at him now, but didn't say anything.

There was a silence for a few minutes until Luca walked into the apartment. She looked at the trio and rolled her eyes. "What the fuck is going on?"

"An intervention of sorts," Natalee answered.

Luca looked at her, confused. "I don't understand…."

"Greg wants to talk to you."

She looked at him, but not with distain. She wanted him back and she wanted to hear what he had to say.

He looked at Nick and Natalee. "Do you mind?"

They got up and walked down the hallway and into Natalee's room.

"You know they're going to listen right?" Luca asked, with a laugh.

He smiled at her, but didn't say anything.

"What? Why are you staring at me?" She sat next to him.

"I don't care if they listen, I'm just so happy to see your smile again," he said. "I just wanted to tell you that I've always loved you, I've just never known how to tell you to your face. And I wanted to be the first to say it so…I was kind of upset that you beat me to it."

"You wanted to be the first to say it?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Why didn't you say that in the car?"

"You ran away." Greg laughed.

She didn't say anything.

"I know it's kind of late, but…I love you," he said.

Luca smiled and hugged him. "I love you, too."

"Aww," Natalee said, bursting through her door.

Luca rolled her eyes but couldn't help but laugh.

Greg grabbed the phone next to him on Luca's nightstand. "Hello?"

"Is…this Luca's number?"

"Yeah."

"This is Morgan. Who is this?"

Greg shot up in the bed, waking Luca up.

"Greg? Who's on the phone?"

"Greg? Sanders?" Morgan asked. "From high school? I thought you sounded familiar."

Greg didn't answer either girls.

"Hello?" Luca said after grabbing the phone from him.

"Luca, it's Morgan, I heard about Natalee and her fiancé."

Luca didn't say anything.

"What's with Greg? Where are you? And how did you find him anyway? I thought he was in Las Vegas," she said.

"He is, we are."

"What? No one told me you were in Vegas," she said. "I should come visit Greg…and you."

Luca looked at Greg.

"What's going on?" he mouthed.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm going to be out of town for a little while, let me call you when I get back."

"I can always come see Greg," Morgan said. "I want to wish Natalee and her man well."

"Okay, look. I don't want you here."

"I don't care," Morgan said. "I'm your sister and I'm coming." She hung up before Luca could protest any more.

"Shit."

"What's going on?"

"Morgan is coming."

"Here?"

She nodded.

"Now?"

She shrugged, frowning.

"Well, it's going to take eight hours for her to drive here. Want to do it again?"

Luca looked at him with disgust and pulled a shirt on over her head before walking out of the room.

"I was joking, Luca. …Kind of."

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Luca looked up at Greg, piles of clothes in her hands. "What does it look like? Cleaning."

"Why?"

"Morgan is critical, in case you weren't aware," she said stuffing her hamper into her closet and trying to shut the door.

"Why do you care what she thinks?"

She didn't know.

"She's my big sister, I guess," Luca reasoned. "I've always cared what she thought."

"But, why?"

She paused. "I guess it's because I love her."

"You love your sister?"

"I know, scary thought," Luca said, throwing Greg's boxers at him.