Hello again. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter? Well, if you did, here's Chapter 2!
In case you guys are wondering, all the characters that will be in this story are in their mid-20s.
M'gann is 24, while Conner is 25. You will get to see how old the others are at the end of the chapter.
Enjoy!
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"What about this one?" Megan, sitting next to Conner on the couch, flipped through a magazine to a photo of a model in a bikini.
"Yeah, it's fine." He said emotionless.
"What do you like about it?"
"Ugh. I guess… I don't know," Conner struggled to come up with something while looking at the model. He really didn't care.
"It's red." That's all he came up with.
"Red? That's it?" Megan looked at him funny.
Conner shrugged.
Megan chuckled in her mind as she flipped to another page, hoping to keep her Conner out of his room, engaged and interacting with her. She turned to a photo of another model smiling in an arched position. "How about that?"
"Looks nice."
Thinking seriously for a moment, Megan wondered about her body. "Do you think my figure would be okay for a bikini?"
"You look fine. Your, uh, body, is fine," Conner said.
"Thanks," Megan closed the magazine, setting them on the coffee table in front of her. Conner started to stand, wanting to escape into the guest room, but she pulled him back onto the couch.
"Spend more time with me, please?" She wouldn't let him escape.
"Fine," Conner gave in, sitting back against the couch.
Megan snuggled close, wrapping her arms around Conner. He attempted to let her go, starting to feel uncomfortable. He hadn't thought of meeting others since Wendy died. He never said anything, but Megan could tell. She wanted to change that, she wanted him to go out more, she wanted to help rebuild his life. She felt like a mother trying to mend her son's, broken heart.
She felt his muscles. Still the same since their breakup. But they were tense. She wanted to relieve him of it.
"Roll over," Megan said. "On your stomach."
"Why?"
"Please?" Megan wanted to ask if Wendy ever gave him a massage, but didn't want to bring her up. He probably would never speak to her again and she didn't want that.
"Fine."
"Have you ever been to a massage parlor or a spa?" she asked instead.
"No."
Not prying anymore, Megan sat on top of him in a un-promiscuous way, "You're in luck. I've learned to give great massages. Mainly for the girls when they're stressed. May I?" she asked, pulling his t-shirt up, not waiting for his answer.
Conner lifted up, letting her pull his shirt up all the way. "There we go. Perfect," Megan said, running her fingernails over his skin. The sight of his bare back made her body tingle slightly. Compose yourself, Megan! You're doing this because he's your friend! And he's heartbroken!
"Now then, just relax," Megan began. She went for nearly 20 minutes, deeply massaging his muscles, her hands gliding over his vertebrae, her thumbs working his neck and shoulder blades.
Conner groaned in bliss from the deep presses on his muscles. Megan smiled to herself.
"Conner?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't get any ideas. I'm just being a good friend making sure you're alright." She let him know just in case something might go wrong.
"I wasn't thinking about anything anyways."
"Oh… good." Megan continued to massage his muscles. They're so fucking huge! No… stop it! She scolded herself.
When she was done she leaned down and whispered, "Did you like your massage?"
"Yeah, thank you," he said, rolling his back over before sleeping, "Goodnight."
Megan smiled, getting out of the bed and once again into her bed that was the floor. She tried to imagine what he went through and was struggling with every day. It also broke her heart, to see someone you love deeply just leave you unexpectedly. She reminded herself before falling asleep, that she would never give up on him and to make it her mission to see her ex-boyfriend smile again - nothing else mattered to her.
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For the next few weeks, Megan gave massages to Conner every other night. She rubbed his back, his thighs, his arms; she pampered him. She noticed a slight difference too. He was out of his room more, sitting with her on the couch, eating with her at dinner. Something was working. Megan assumed perhaps a loving human touch was doing the magic.
Another week later, she got an idea to get Conner out of the house for a reunion with all their friends. They were celebrating 20 years of friendship. From high school all the way to young adult life.
He reluctantly agreed to accompany her to the event. Megan practically begged, but Conner finally acquiesced after an extra-long back massage. He enjoyed them basically.
For the dinner, Conner wore a maroon shirt that had a silver/gray tie around the collar, dark gray pants and black leather smart shoes, while Megan wore a simple beige trench coat. Underneath it was a white sleeveless shirt and blue jeans with slingbacks for her footwear.
The meeting point was at a fancy restaurant that Dick was paying for. Obviously.
"Hey!" Wally was first to notice and greet them. Everyone was there but Garfield, Megan's younger brother who had just started college. Surprisingly, Logan wasn't there also, neither was Zatanna. Conner was slightly confused.
They were all happy to see Conner, but he still didn't seem enthusiastic. Everyone knew what he was going through so they understood his current behavior. Although, the dinner was still great. Telling stories and laughing at jokes. Conner obviously refused to join in which was fine, so Megan kept him company.
Slow music began to play and the other couples got excited to go and dance, leaving. Megan asked Conner to dance with her. He was reluctant yet again, but a surprising motherly look bordering on asking 'please?' and commanding him 'now' caused him to stand, walking with her to the floor. Despite his depression, he knew he still feared his ex-girlfriend whenever she got upset.
"Can I be honest with you Conner?"
"Go ahead."
"It's actually a little boring here tonight. But I have you, so it's not so bad," Megan said, her hands resting on his shoulders, his on her waist. They moved along with the music.
"You look great tonight," Megan broke their silence on the dancefloor, "Those pants are a kinda loose on you, but your tie matches your pants."
She cringed at what she said, "Sorry, I know it sounds silly, but - "
"No. It's fine, Megan. Thanks."
They were quiet again while they slowly spun in a circle. Conner then observed Dick and Barbara kissing and laughing quietly together a few meters away from them. Now he was very confused.
"Megan?"
"What? Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong but… since when were Dick and Barbara a couple?"
"Oh… right."
"What happened to him and Zatanna?"
"She uh… dumped him for another guy. British guy, tall, dark blonde hair. A foul-mouth though." Megan frowned.
"Ouch." Conner winced, "What a bitch."
"Yeah. Definitely a bitch." She agreed on it.
"And… Logan?"
Megan sighed, "Artemis said he didn't want to come."
This made Conner raise an eyebrow.
"He said that he's sorry for sleeping with me when I was still with you, but he was too afraid to say it in front of you."
Megan was still sensitive about it, "Does it… still, anger you."
Conner snorted, "Doesn't matter. That was five years ago."
"So… you're not mad anymore?"
"Why would I still be mad? People fuck up all the time," Conner sighed, "It's okay. You might not be my girlfriend anymore, but you're a still a lovely person to be around."
Megan peered into his eyes, her lips curling into a soft smile. She ran her fingers through his hair. "You're still sweet as always. I'm so glad we're still friends."
Their sweet friendly moment was interrupted when Artemis was suddenly in front of them. "We're all going back to Wally's place. You guys want to join?"
Megan knew what was being suggested. "Oh, no thanks. I think we'll head home a little early tonight."
"Mmm, that's sound like fun," Artemis glanced discreetly at Conner. He didn't notice. Megan gave a glare at Artemis, telling her to back off.
"You two have a nice night then. Bye!" Artemis and Wally waved before walking away with the others. She winked at Megan before turning to leave.
Megan did have a wonderful night, only because Conner was with her and out of his bedroom. Back at the apartment, Conner lay on his back in bed, instead of his side. Megan smiled before sleeping.
"Goodnight." She said. She really wanted to say 'I love you' but she knew it was too early to say.
"Goodnight."
Megan had a small tear drop from her right eye. "Baby steps," she thought. She could do this.
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In case you're wondering who the 'British guy' I referenced, it's John Constantine. Just for fun. Sorry for not giving the other characters any dialogue. I really just want this story to be based on Megan and Conner. I love both these characters to death, especially Conner.
These are the ages of the characters so far: Kalvin: 27, Dick: 22, Barbara: 23, Artemis: 26, Wally: 26, Tim: 22, Cassie: 21, Mal: 25, Karen: 25
For the characters that are referenced and not here: Garfield: 18, Logan: 25, Zatanna: 23 and John Constantine: 29.
That's it for now! Hope you all enjoyed!
Have a great/day night!