Author's Note: Oh dear! Will you all ever, ever, ever forgive me for such a long time before I updated this little tale? I'm horrible as a person and not just a writer, I know. A thousand apologies, melonies. I have been gone for quite a while, but now I'm back, bigger (literally) and ready to kick some literate butt! Okay, I should better shut up now. I present to all of you with all my heart and my keyboard, chapter 3 of Migan's synchronicity. Enjoy!
~Fire Head
P.S. Still oh so sorry!
She frantically opened the door and burst into the bathroom.
The sound of her heart beating was louder than the sound of the door slamming.
No, no. This wasn't supposed to happen.Her frantic hands clutched the edges of the sink and directed her eyes towards the mirror. The wreck before her made her close her eyes in disdain. She looked tired, dead tired.
The sounds of the party made their way to the small crack underneath the bathroom door. A slow song was playing and her mind started reeling in to recognize the familiar tune.
I was a quick, wet boy diving too deep for coins.
This song… so solemn, so queer, yet all the while… beautiful? She drew in deep breaths at the sudden funny thought that surfaced into her mind.
She snapped her eyes back to the reflection before her. The deep breaths struggled their way into her nostrils.
Why did he have to be here? Why? She felt her hands tighten on the white porcelain. Why didn't I just stay at home?Her breathing collapsed as she felt a small twinge at the top of her forehead.
It was too bad a time for a migraine.
I called for you everywhere.
She somehow managed to steady her breathing after a few seconds. The tense girl loosened her grip on the sink and felt the rush of her blood as it came back from the tip of her digits to her systems. Her head found some sort of faux comfort in listening to the melody from the outside.
The music glided its way in through the crack of the door. It danced around the room before her. It was telling her to calm down, to hold her breath. The young girl obliged and held her breath. She was suddenly safe in the little cocoon of notes that was invisibly around her.
Have I found you? Flightless bird…
Her fingers danced across the wall to her left. The music glided her every move.
It all felt unusual. Strange. It also felt unnaturally right.
The sweet symphony was suddenly shattered by a cautious tap on the door and a weary familiar voice. It all made her insides tangle into one weird knot.
"Meagan?" It was him. She felt her stomach drop to the floor from where she was standing. "Are you there?"
Nursing my sore blunt tongue…
Meagan debated to herself whether or not to answer. She decided to choose the latter, something in her telling her to wait and listen.
"Listen, if you're there… I, uh, just wanted to say that… I'm really sorry." Juan Mig continued, his voice coasting along with the piano keys in the song. The air around them started to thicken and the cold bathroom temperature suddenly rose.
"I know I kinda looked like a creep out there. Uh, I'm innocence!" He nervously chuckled as he made an attempt to mask the awkwardness around them.
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold.
She felt something tug the corners of her mouth as she heard the all-too-familiar joke of the boy behind the door. The feeling struck her as an old friend, someone she hadn't seen for a long time. One thing after another started to melt on the spot and she debated to herself whether or not it was the fault of the warm atmosphere in the room.
Her ears were eager for more.
"Listen," the person behind her door proceeded with cautious words, the air feeling thicker than ever, as if it was still possible. "I gotta get back. The others might get some funny ideas," he finished, a form of dismissal finally passing between the two.
Have I found you, flightless bird?
She heard the footsteps starting and fading away.
Something invisible kicked her in the gut. It was swift, swift enough to wake her up from her delusional state. It dared her to move, to lift her hand and grab the doorknob quickly. Shaky hands turned on the cold metal and the door burst open before her.
"Mig, wait!" She blurted out and watched him stop walking. Heavy gasps now took place between the two people standing in the middle of the hallway.
Grounded, bleeding or lost you?
"I'm sorry." Her eyes cringed in embarrassment as the words finally escaped her mouth. "I'm sorry." The braced mouth repeated again.
"For what?" His look towards her was questioning, almost concealing the fact that he was extremely glad that she finally spoke to him in what seemed like forever. "I was the one who was weird out there." Her mention of his name danced around his ears though and repeated itself again and again inside his mind.
"For everything." She gasped out breathlessly. "For those harsh words I told you the last time we saw each other. For not keeping the promise of still being friends. For everything." She looked into his eyes. They shined in the moonlight that was entering through the windows of the spiraling walls around her. The temperature started to feel a little cooler.
American Mouth…
A huge wave of relief washed over her as she saw the very obvious smile escape his lips.
"I'm sorry too." He breathed out. "I'm sorry for saying that everything we did was worth nothing. That meeting you was a mistake. For touching your hair when you weren't looking. For everything." He answered in the same tone that she used, a smile cracking once again through his newly-chipped armor.
A silence passed between the two. It was not the awkward or the uncomfortable kind. It was enough.
Big pill stuck going down.
Seconds ticked by.
Then the two burst out laughing. Their laughter bounced off the walls and into everywhere else. It bounced through the hallway and into the room where all the fun was taking place.
They synchronized.
End Note: Hello, everyone! I would like to take this moment to thank all the awesome people who made this mediocre piece of fictional work possible.
To Aqui, thank you so so much for lending me the cover picture of this fic and for sharing to me almost all the amazing songs I have and will use in here. Your photoshop skills deserve all the applause they get.
To everyone in WF, thank you for letting me borrow all your names and, somehow, personalities. I hope I don't make you question your selves a little bit too much. Haha!
Finally, to everyone who's read and supported this fic till now, thank you very much! I don't know if I've said this enough already but thank you for taking all the time to read and judge my work. You guys are the best. Godspeed.
Oh, and before I ruin everything for each and every one of us with all my constant cornball musings, the song I used in this chapter was Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron and Wine.
Nobody panic! It may seem like it, but our trip towards the new year is so not over yet. There will still be many chapters of Migan feels and fluff for all of you to read and, hopefully, enjoy. We will all see each other soon again. (Hopefully, very soon. Haha!)
~Fire Head