Author's Note: Alright, the last chapter was longer than usual, this one will be too because I've decided to try and make them longer for your guys' sake. More to read and I'll still be updating at the very least once a week. Also, big shout out to TheCROWNispretty and sjwmaw! Thank you guys so much for your reviews! Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Warning: There's an F-bomb :)

Chapter 35: Sorry for Now

Morgan was running through the woods. Her feet were bare and covered in mud as her feet pounded into the forest floor. The rain was pouring down from the black sky as it soaked her through to her skin, the loose white nightgown clinging to her small frame. Her hands kept fumbling with the hem to try and keep holding it up to run as fast as she could. Her eyes were bloodshot as her sight was getting clearer as her tears faded away. Morgan couldn't stop running, no matter how much her lungs were screaming for air.

"You can't run forever!" Someone bellowed in a loud threatening voice. Morgan had the fear of god coursing through her veins as she pushed herself to go faster, as fast as her legs could carry her. "I will always find you!" They roared.

"Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back," Morgan kept whispering to herself. She knew that if she looked back, it would distract her from her footing and it would result in her falling into the mud and the person chasing her would catch her. She just kept running, keeping her eyes on the path before her.

"I will find you!" They called after her. Morgan's heart was pounding, but it was filling with hope as she saw a light in front of her, the forest floor no longer illuminated by just the moonlight from above. When she found herself in a clearing in the trees. She came to a stop and turned as a pair of headlights illuminated her. She heard the sound of brakes screeching, and just like that, she was laying on the ground. She knew she should be in pain, but Morgan couldn't feel a thing, her whole body in a frozen shock as a set of footsteps approached. They were heavy and out of the corner of her eye, Morgan could see a pair of leather boots. He had caught up to her. A pair of large hands threw her over his shoulder, as he walked away with her, the people from the car that hit her calling after him.

It felt like an eternity in the rain until they entered a house. Classical music rang through the walls as the smell of sandalwood permeated the air. The song… Morgan knew it from somewhere… something you would hear around Christmas time. Then it hit her. Tchaikovsky's The Nutcracker. The man carrying her took her up a flight of steps to a room that seemed like it was meant for a princess aside from the bars on the window and the military grade, metal security door. He threw her down on the bed before reaching down to her face, wiping the wet tendrils of hair from her face. Her whole body was slowly beginning to hurt.

"I told you, I will always find you," the man told her, but she couldn't see his face. Her body was still frozen in shock, only allowing her to look at the bed canopy above her. She could barely breathe as the pain increased. Her whole body was writhing. "Someone will be in to tend to you. You're lucky," he scoffed. "Had you not been hit by that car, I would've beaten you for trying to escape. It would hurt just as much, but would take so much longer. As you know, I like to take my sweet time when He doesn't require your presence." Without another word, the man left, slamming the metal door behind him. The sound jolted her awake.

She shot up in the dark, breathing heavily as the pain she had in her dream subsided from the realisation that none of it was real. She must've fallen off the bed, because she was laying on the floor. When Morgan stood up to crawl back in, she found Tyler all snuggled up with Madison, whose head was drifting off the mattress and her makeup skewed all over her face. For a moment, she had no idea where she was, and it was still dark out. But then, the events before she had gone to bet somewhat filled in the gaps. When she went to take a step, she stumbled, having to catch herself with her hand on the nightstand next to bed. She was still drunk and must've been really drunk the night before if she was having trouble walking in the middle of the night. Absentmindedly, Morgan found herself wandering down the hall, her body supported by the wall she was leaning into as she slowly drifted into a room that had the door open. There was a bed, so without a second thought, she crawled into it, and closed her eyes.

Liam had no idea what to do. It was maybe four in the morning judging by how late they came home and the fact that it was still dark outside, only the pale moonlight drifting into his window. He had been sleeping someone restlessly after Tyler had gotten up off the couch in his room and walked out, swearing rather loudly when he stubbed his toe in the doorframe on his way out. When he didn't come back, Liam just went with it, trying to go back to sleep. He didn't know how long it had been since Tyler had left when his eyes shot open to the sound of someone panic, their heavy breathing ever so faint as the sound wandered into his room. A few seconds later, he heard someone stumbling with heavy steps and a sort of sliding sound. When he realized it was someone walking while leaning against the wall in the hallway, a dark figure, probably one of the girls still drunk, wandered into his room. He was about to get up and try to help them back to the guest room when the girl wandered over to his bed, not even noticing him when she neared his bed. The moonlight from the window shone upon her face, that freckled face. It was Morgan, still wearing his t-shirt.

It took every fiber of his being to not laugh at the sight of her flopping onto his bed, but the feeling of amusement was fleeting when he realized she was the one panicking. She hadn't quite caught her breath yet, but it was slowing down as she laid on her stomach, her head turned towards him. Liam's heart softened as he noticed the skin under her eyes and her eyelashes were wet, like she had been crying in her sleep. The drinking from last night must've gotten the best of her in her dreams. Instead of waking her up and moving her, to respect the whole 'separate sleeping arrangements' that his dad set up, Liam just pulled up his comforter and laid it over her. He was glad he did when his hand accidentally grazed her calf as he grabbed the comforter from the end of the bed. Her skin was cold with goosebumps coating her flesh.

Liam did his best to respect her space, not wanting her to wake up with the wrong idea. He laid on his back, pushing himself to the other side of the king size bed so she could have her space. But in complete silence, she curled up right against his side, weedling her way under his arm so it was around her as her head rested on the side of his chest. Liam had no idea what to do. It was like she was a cat seeking warmth, her tensed body relaxing against his. Liam just gave up, seeing as she was comfortable, he rested his hand on her side, holding his friend close as her steady breathing lulled him to sleep. If this was a good a time as any for him to realize this, Liam was starting to feel like he was falling for his friend.

…

Liam's eyes opened as the sun crept through his room, lighting up the blue walls around him as he got this warm feeling around his torso. He looked down and saw the top of a girl's head on his chest and her arm draped over his midsection. It took him a moment before he realized it was Morgan. She was still there, in his bed and honestly he had believed her drunkenly crawling into his bed was a dream. But it was real, and she was there… a little too much of her was there.

Oh shit, Liam thought as he noticed the t-shirt he lent her had ridden up and the comforter slid down. She was still laying on her stomach and her butt was facing up in her black lace panties. Not that he didn't like her butt, she was very in-shape and had a very nice one but that was beside the point. He felt wrong seeing it without her permission so quickly, before she woke up, Liam carefully grabbed the comforter and covered it up. The teenage boy gave himself a mental note to give a girl sweatpants or something if she was going to borrow some clothes to sleep in. He could feel his cheeks blushing with awkwardness as he leaned his head back and tried to go back to sleep so as not to wake his probably hungover friend. Morgan stirred, the sunlight catching her freckles and more likely than not shining into her eyes because the teenage girl squeezed her eyes closed even tighter than they already were before she buried her face into his chest. It was almost cute, but Liam cut out that type of feeling, afraid of ruining the only friendship he'd really made so far. Most people were just acquaintances, but Morgan was different. There was something about her that made it so easy to be friends with her despite only knowing each other for maybe a week and a half. But that's a lot of time in teenager years, he joked to himself as he closed his eyes once again, trying to get back to sleep.

When Morgan finally opened her eyes, she was in an empty bed. She nearly passed out as quickly as she had woken up when she realized she was in Liam's room, and not the guest bedroom with Madison. She even thought she was alone until she saw the bathroom door next to the closet open, out coming Liam with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his hair wet from taking a shower. He was in a white crewneck t-shirt and a pair of jeans with the cuffs rolled up slightly. Even after a night like they all had last night, he still looked like the perfect Grecian God of a person that he was. Morgan was almost jealous because she bet herself fifty bucks that she looked like a hot mess.

"Good Morning," Liam said to her, slightly muffled from him trying to keep the toothpaste in his mouth as he brushed. She smiled at the domesticity of all of this. He walked into his closet and came out with a pair of sweatpants. He tossed them to her and she caught them instinctively, realizing that she wasn't wearing any pants.

"Good Morning… uh… why am I in here?" She questioned, sliding out of the bed and sliding on the sweatpants. They were much too big for her but she tightened the drawstrings so the waist held onto her small frame the best it could.

"No idea i thought you could tell me why you stumbled into my bed at like four in the morning," he laughed. She knit her eyebrows, jaw slackening as she tried to think about what happened last night. She did her best to push past the alcohol muddling her mind until she vaguely remembered waking up from that god awful dream, finding her spot taken in the bed and finding somewhere else to sleep. Her eyes turned to saucers as she looked up at Liam, cheeks growing hot with awkward shame.

"Oh wow… um… sorry. I woke up on the floor and Tyler had take my spot on the bed with Madison so… That's really awkward, my bad," Morgan apologized, running her hand through her bedhead mess of hair. He was in the bathroom finishing up brushing his teeth. Then he came out of the bathroom all done with getting ready in the morning, whereas Morgan was still looking like she just rolled out of bed as that's exactly what had happened.

"Don't worry," Liam reassured her. "Nothing happened and you just seemed kinda cold. You kind of snuggled into me and I didn't want to wake you," Liam told her and she felt her cheeks boiling with shame. She just kept her eyes glued to the floor, her jaw clenching as the awkwardness washed over her in waves. "No seriously, Morgan. There shouldn't be anything to feel weird about. I figured you were having bad dreams of something from the alcohol and I figured I was probably helping by just letting you do your thing," Liam assured her. She looked up at him, seeing the look in his eyes, even feeling his emotions through the air. The young psychic knew he was telling the truth, as much as she still felt embarrassed for crawling into his bed all drunk.

"Okay," she relinquished. Liam let a small smirk creep onto his face before he scratched the back of his head like he was feeling the elephant in the room just as much as she was.

"Well, if you're hungry, we've got plenty of food. We could make breakfast…?" he offered, waiting for her response. It was an uncomfortable silence until the rumbling from Morgan's stomach answered for her.

"I guess that means, yeah, I'm hungry," she concluded, hopping up off of Liam's bed. "But first I need to go make sure Madison is okay, so I'll meet you downstairs," she decided as she walked past him and slipped out the door. Morgan walked down the hall, finding the guest bedroom. Tyler was awake, walking out of the bathroom and giving her a curt nod as he walked out of the room, running his hand through his blonde mess of hair. Madison lifted her head up from the pillow, her makeup still skewed and her hair a mess.

"What year is it?" Madison gasped as she pushed some ratty tendrils of hair out of her face. Morgan laughed as she found her purse and started brushing out her own hair, suddenly nervous about her appearance.

"Dude, I don't even know," Morgan told her, still laughing as she walked over to her phone to check the time. "Bruh, it's only like 9:30 in the morning, why are we awake?" She asked her friend as she pulled out her travel toothbrush and began brushing her teeth.

"It's simple, my dear friend. We have been conditioned to wake up every day at six in the morning, so it's natural that we wake up before ten. It's like a biological clock," Madison mused as she let herself fall back on the pillow. Morgan just finished brushing her teeth and rolled on some of her little deodorant and did her best to shove her tank top and jean shorts in her purse. When they didn't fit, she just gave up and carried the clothes in her free hand.

"Do you know where my shoes are?" Morgan asked, looking down at the socks on her feet.

"Uh… I vaguely remember all of our shoes by the front door? Something about not tracking mud into the house?" She remembered, but then she shot up in the bed and eyed Morgan suspiciously, making her infinitely more self conscious that she already was this morning. "Whose clothes are those…?" she queried, still looking her friend up and down.

"Um, last night Liam gave me a shirt to sleep in," Morgan disclosed quietly as she walked over to her phone on the charger and unplugged it, rolling up the chord and sticking it into her purse and the phone into the pocket of Liam's sweatpants.

"Right, so what about the pants?" Madison inquired, still curious. Morgan ran an awkward hand through her hair as she sat on the bed.

"He gave me these when I woke up… in his bed… because he woke up with me with the blankets kicked off and I wasn't wearing any pants…" Morgan confessed, pressing her palm into her forehead in shame. As her statement had progressed, Madison's jaw slackened with her mouth hanging wide open. If she didn't close it soon it would start catching flies.

"You didn't…" Madison gasped, her eyes still wide as saucers.

"Really didn't," Morgan admitted. "Apparently it was the middle of the night, and I crawled into his bed like a lost puppy. But he was nice about it and just kind of let me," she shrugged, playing it off even though she was burning alive on the inside. Madison laughed.

"Okay, but if you tell me nothing is gonna happen between you after that? I'll call bullshit faster than you can defend yourself," She promised, bringing something to Morgan's mind that made her even more nervous than before, her freckled cheeks growing hot for the upteenth time this morning.

"Okay… well, I'm gonna go downstairs. Liam said we're making breakfast," Morgan informed, grabbing her things and walking out of the guest bedroom, leaving her friend and her stupid smirking behind. She wandered down the steps, finding herself walking through the massive house, feeling even smaller than she usually felt beneath the high ceilings of the James household.

Morgan caught the smell of something she loves, then the music came flooding out from somewhere. She followed the sound and smell until she found herself in a kitchen. Liam was standing in the middle of a crazy beautiful, rustic kitchen with dark granite countertops. He was at the island of the kitchen, where the stove was, frying up bacon in a pan. Tyler was sitting on one of the counters with his phone plugged into the outlet behind him. At first they didn't notice her, just standing in the doorway, taking in the smell of fresh bacon that she always loved in the morning. But then when she walked it, despite her silent footsteps, Liam looked up at her.

"Bacon's almost done. We got a lot of other stuff, just let me know what you want made," He told her. She noticed Tyler was looking her up and down, then looking at his friend, then back at her, possibly coming to the same conclusion that Madison did. Morgan made eye contact with him and shook her head.

"Bacon sounds good," she told Liam. "But, you don't have to make anything else. I think I got it," she declared as she opened up what she figured to be the pantry, and she was right. She started raiding it for ingredients before moving onto the fridge for the rest. Then, Morgan rummaged through all of the cabinets, shushing Liam everytime he tried to ask her what she needed. She found a waffle iron, a boy, a mixing spoon, and a fork to take the waffles out when they were done.

"Oh hell yes!" Madison said as she walked into the sight of Morgan mixing all the stuff up in a bowl. "Liam, you are in for a treat. This girl, every goddamn time she spends the night at my house I wake up to the most delicious freaking waffles and these bad bitches…" she waved her arms around the general vicinity of a smiling Morgan mixing up the bowl, "are chocolate chip!" the teenager celebrated. Liam looked at Morgan with raised eyebrows.

"You can cook?" he asked her as she finished mixing and was now pouring batter into the waffle press and pulling the top down to start cooking the first waffle. She pressed the button on the timer and they all waited.

"What? Baking is therapeutic," she muttered shamefully. Liam just chuckled quietly.

"So, what? When something stressful happens do you bake insane amounts of food?" He asked her and it reminded her of the day she met her father. She baked batch after batch of chocolate chip cookies because she was trying to cope with the death of her mother and meeting her father.

"Actually yeah. I made six somewhat large batches of chocolate chip cookies in a kitchen much smaller than this the day I met my dad," she commented, taking out the first waffle ad pouring in another cup of the mix. Madison knew that was the day her mom died, so she got quiet. "Though now," Morgan laughed, "I have access to an industrial sized kitchen so you could imagine how many baked goods come out of there on a weekly basis."

"So that's how you supplied more than half to the athletics bake sale," Tyler realized. "Dude she brought in like fifty cookies, maybe thirty cupcakes, chocolate covered pretzels, and don't even get me started on the mini cheesecake squares," Tyler went on about her baking. Liam laughed.

"Mini cheesecake squares?" Liam asked as she pulled out another waffle and poured another cup in, closing the waffle press. Morgan rolled her eyes.

"What? I never said I wasn't good at baking. I don't think my cooking is half bad either," Morgan admitted with a smile on her face. Liam just shrugged and went with it. Then her phone started to ring. It was her dad. The other three kept talking amongst themselves as she had the phone between her ear and her shoulder, still making the chocolate chip waffles. Liam had finished the bacon so she was snacking on a piece of that as well.

"I thought you were gonna call when you woke up?" Dean asked immediately. There wasn't even a good morning.

"I just did, and honestly this is surprisingly early considering last night," She told her father. It was only five minutes until ten in the morning.

"What are you doing right now?"

"Just making breakfast, we're all starving so Liam made bacon and then I'm making chocolate chip waffles for everyone," she informed her father. She could hear him sighing on the other end of the line.

"You know I don't like this at all right? Just because I let you stay at that boys house last night does not mean I like it." Morgan looked over to Madison, nodding for her to come over.

"Madison, tell my father why he shouldn't be bothered by last night," She said loud enough for both of them to hear. She handed the phone to Madison and the girl dawned the smile she wore whenever she had to talk to someone's parents, regardless if they could see it or not.

"Good morning, Mr. Winchester," she heard Madison say into her cellphone. "Yes, after the party we walked to Liam's house, it wasn't far. His dad was really nice, gave us ibuprofen and water to help with the future hangover. He even put us in a guest bedroom, Morgan and I shared that room last night and I gotta tell you, I don't know if it was me being drunk or not, but that mattress was damn comfortable," Madison laughed. This girl was award winning at telling the truth and still leaving out the details that they didn't want their parents to hear. "Okay, have a nice day, Mr. Winchester," she told him before handing the phone back to Morgan.

"Hi dad," she answered.

"Alright, fine. But next time, you call me and I would much rather take you home myself or at the very least drive you and Madison to her house," he grumbled, irritated with the whole situation. Morgan could hear the faint voice of her Uncle Sam in the background telling him to calm down and trust her. Morgan had a feeling Sam knew that she wouldn't have participated in last night if she didn't trust Liam or Madison considering her last party experience, and he was right.

"Alright then," Morgan responded.

"Text me the address and I'll be there in an hour to pick you up."

"Alright. Bye, dad."

"See you later, kiddo," her father said before hanging up. Morgan put the phone down and pulled out another waffle. It wasn't long before she had made eight of them, enough for each of them to have two if they wanted. They all sat down at the table by the window that overlooked the backyard, fixing up their waffles with butter, syrup, whipped cream, and a little bit of the chocolate sauce that Morgan found in the refrigerator and heated up while waiting for one of the waffles to cook. She was so engrossed in eating her food that she nearly forgot about her conversation with Liam that morning. What she was thinking about thought, what was really distracting her, was the conversation she had with Liam before she went to bed. She knew how drunk she was last night, and she barely remembered it, but the kind of golden light that the kitchen washed over them, the memory wormed its way back into her head.

"You're really sweet, you know that right?"

"So you tell me," Liam responded as he walked over to her, the dim bathroom light illuminating them in a golden glow. She didn't know what else to do, so she hugged him.

"Thanks for taking care of me tonight," She mumbled against his chest.

"Always," he whispered before pulling away. The stood there like that, wordlessly in the golden light. "Why do you hide your freckles?" He asked Morgan, his thumb grazing her cheek.

"Because I wear foundation to be like the other girls," she said without even thinking. Her filter must've shut off half a bottle of bourbon ago.

"You don't have to hide behind makeup like the other girls, freckles are cute," He told her, his hand moving away from her face as she blushed.

"Okay," She whispered.

She snapped out of it when someone said something to her.

"Hey, are you done?" Liam asked her.

"What?" She looked down at her empty plate. "Oh, yeah, but I can get it," she stated, about to get up when he grabbed her plate and silverware before she could even think about it.

"Nope, you cooked, so I'm cleaning up," Liam instructed, flashing a smile to her before turning and taking all of their collective dishes to the sink. She kind of liked the feeling of someone who cleaned up after she cooked. He even started cleaning the waffle maker. This kid was so sweet to her and Morgan, for the life of her, couldn't put her finger on why. She just figured that maybe he was the kind of guy that was just nice to people. His dad was like that, so that was a safe bet to make.

Madison kept giving her that look. The same look from earlier that morning when she realized that Morgan was wearing Liam's clothes. She just dawned this smug look of I know something you don't and Morgan kept trying to flash a look back that said You need to chill the fuck out. Madison would just silently laugh to herself, shake her head, and get right back to holding onto that smirk. It made Morgan feel so self conscious about the whole thing, and she hated feeling self conscious. The feeling made her want to wipe that stupid smirk off of Madison's face, but she knew deep down that that wasn't going to take away that feeling. The four of them had moved onto sitting in the living room since they knew their parents were all coming to get them soon. Morgan's were coming the soonest, so she slipped away from the group into the bathroom to put her clothes from the night before back on. She was in her shorts, but Liam's shirt was still on. Morgan hesitated removing the article of clothing, feeling so at home in it. She wanted to keep wearing it. The feeling of it on her skin just felt so right. But she knew she had to give it back. So she slid the shirt off and pulled her tank top on.

"You changed," Liam commented as she sat back down on the couch with him, handing him his shirt and sweatpants. Madison was sitting on Tyler's lap in the same chair that they were in last night.

"I did. Figured I'd give you your clothes back before I left," she whispered, shrugging it off like it didn't matter, even though she wanted nothing more than to keep wearing that shirt. It was just so damn soft and not too warm since it was April and already getting warmer, not to mention how warm Liam's house seemed to be.

"I wouldn't have minded you giving them back to me at school on Monday, but that works too," He shrugged, lowering his voice like she had. Morgan smiled.

"Good to know if I ever have to borrow your clothes again," she joked, and it had its desired effect because she managed to make Liam smile.

"Good to know you want to borrow my clothes again," he retorted and Morgan nearly choked on her own spit but played it off with laughter. She just gave him a sarcastic look meant to convey the thought of well, you got me there. But then her phone went off. She checked the lockscreen to see that it was a text from her dad.

"Well, I'll see you guys on Monday," She saluted her friends.

"See you later, Mo," Madison told her, giving her that look again as Liam got up, following her towards the door to see her out. Morgan rolled her eyes and grabbed her shoes, slipping them on and tying the laces. Before she even put a hand on the door, Liam gave her a hug.

"Thanks again for coming out with us last night. It meant a lot that you were there," Liam insisted, as his arms tightened reassuringly before letting go. She hoped that during that hug that he couldn't feel her heart pounding in her chest. That would just drag the elephant back into the room when it already had one foot out the door.

"Well, thank you again for taking care of me last night… and letting me crash in your bed… even if you didn't really have much of a choice," she laughed. It was almost as if each chuckle diffused more and more of the tension between them. If they could laugh about it, it wasn't going to keep being an issue, and that gave Morgan even more reassurance that this wasn't going to hurt the friendship they had been developing.

"Honestly, it's what any decent friend would do," he told her curtly, rolling out a slight nod.

"Maybe, but you did, so thanks." Morgan looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his blue. The small silence between them was broken by the sound of her dad honking at her outside. "Right, um, bye," she told him, grabbing the door knob and turning it, swinging the door open a little faster than she should have. Before she could close it behind her, he grabbed the door.

"Morgan," he called after her. His eyes glancing at the impala before looking at her as she stood there on the walkway. "See you, Monday," he said, waving his hand slightly. She returned the wave and watched him close the door finally. Once the door shut, she turned her back on the house and almost ran to the Impala, opening the passenger door and sliding in.

"You're grounded," Dean told her. She just laughed.

"No I'm not," She declared, calling his bluff. Dean rolled his eyes.

"You're right. But seriously? Don't do that again unless I've met the kid and their parentals," Dean pressed, still bothered from the events of last night.

"Whatever you say, Dad."