After the Storm (solo)

Megan stared at the note in her hands. Blue eyes a little concerned. Be back?... What was there to come back for?

Well... other than obvious things, she supposed.

Frowning, she set the paper down and hunted down her shoes, pausing for a moment before the giant windows in the living room. People were mulling around down below... specks of random colors from her vantage point... and let herself get lost in thought.

What was she doing?

Waking up in someone else's bed, after... well... It just wasn't her. She didn't need people like that. She was stronger than loneliness and pathetic affection. She had to be... And yet, part of her didn't fully believe it. Her momentary lapse in will was proof... as was the fact that she really liked her Roachy roommate. Somehow, somewhere on her journey, she had started to slip back into old habits. Giving unimportant people the time of day, sharing her inner self with others. Part of her was even beginning to recognized that maybe she needed Gregory more than she told herself she did. Definitely more than he needed her....

...and, maybe that was why she stayed. He was a constant pool of chaos, always shifting and changing. She could never keep up... and yet, he was always the same. Always good ole' Roach. She could rest easy knowing that of everyone one she knew, every single person, he was the least likely to go changing on her. The twenty four year old smirked a little, not really paying any attention to the people down on the roads below anymore. She was too busy looking past all of it, into herself a little bit.

Yes... Gregory would never change. He would always be a constant... and she liked that about him. She could admit to herself that he was a friend, hell... maybe that she even loved him a little, and she didn't have to worry about him turning around and proclaiming any such feeling back. Glancing back to the apartment she was standing in, she took a long, quiet look around. Maybe... maybe that was why she had stayed. Why she had stayed around Rafael at all. His younger self was... different, sure... but she knew the older version of him too. The one that didn't seem like he liked much of anything, aside from fights and snappy remarks. Maybe... in a way he was like Roach. Something that she didn't feel would change, and was therefore safe to be around. Though his younger side seemed softer, perhaps he was the same, deep down...?

If so... She could deal with that.

But... at the moment, she was still reeling from all of the new things she had experienced. She didn't know if she could stay, or if she even should. Seeing him again so soon after... it felt unnecessary. Wrong, even. She wasn't the type of person who wanted to wake up with someone in the morning. In fact... she was a little upset that he had beaten her to the punch of sneaking out. She'd have to get him back for it, somehow. Sometime... At the moment, her stomach growled. She needed to feed herself, figure some things out, and then suck up to Roach for bailing on Horse in The City time. Maybe she'd pick up the DVD set on her way home, so they could watch the episode she had missed?

Ugh... She hated feeling bad about things. Hated it. Turning to make her way out, she paused beside the living room couch and stared at the note she had left sitting on the coffee table. Maybe she'd leave him one of her own... something small, at the very least...

...Moments later, she set her pen down and maneuvered her way out, not bothering to keep up the act on her way out. They already knew her in a bad light... she wasn't in the mood to play anymore games today.

On the sheets of the bed in his bedroom, she had left a little neatly scrawled note;

'Next time, I will win a pillow fight!' With a line of numbers slapped underneath her tidy handwriting, which had been hastily and violently scribbled out, as if she had given it a moments consideration, and had chickened out on giving him her cell number.

Which, she had.