Meghan x Miles Oneshots!

"Dad!"

Meghan, Eryn, and I were walking home from school, the two girls were chatting, and I was listening in. Our tiny group strode our way through the streets of Low Angeles, but what made me curious was that Meghan kept on looking over her shoulder. Eryn seemed to notice it too, and she looked up at me and gave me a confused look. I shrugged, re-adjusting the bag on my shoulder. "Meghan." I poked the girl, getting her attention. "Are you okay? You keep looking over your shoulder." I pondered, something was not right about the girl. She shrugged. "Guess I just don't trust you and Eryn to be tough enough to be the shit out of someone if they try some dumbass shit." She retorted, as I inwardly grimaced about her vulgar language. I looked down at Eryn who had a shocked look on her face, looking back up to Meghan and flicked her nose. "Language." I chuckled, retreating my hand back to the strap on my shoulder. Eryn laughed as Meghan shook her head, recovering from the flick. I chuckled, now looking straight ahead. "Hey, look. Mr. von Karma's house is up here. We'll be there soon." Meghan pointed out, pointing at the house with her right index finger. "Wow. The prosecutor guy? You two know him??" Eryn frantically shook her head to meet both of our gazes at the same time. I nodded, "he's my adoptive father." I said, looking down at the astonished Eryn. "I just know him really well because I go there 24/7 to see Franziska and Miles. Mr. von Karma says he enjoys my company, but I believe it's to just be respectful." Meghan grinned, looking ahead now.

 "Wow!! You guys just have the perfect life!" Eryn exclaimed, but on how wrong she was,

how stupidly wrong.

I chuckled awkwardly, as Meghan just muttered, "yeahyoucouldsayso--." We looked at eachother, giving the same look we did almost thirteen years ago, the look of despair. (JUNKOISQUAKING) It's written all over both of our faces as we both know the dirty truth of how much I had suffered. But I wonder if Meghan has suffered too, but I'd expect her to tell me.

My mind was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Meghan speak of our arrival. We waved goodbye to Eryn, our wishes for her to be safe, and we walked inside of the von Karma house. "Mr. Von Karma! We're home!" Meghan made her appearance through voice, as I placed down my bag to straighten out my cravat. I picked up the bag and looked up at Mr. von Karma, who had just walked into the living room. "How was school?" He asked indirectly. Meghan and I had piped up. "Good." We said tiredly in unison. He grunted, "it doesn't sound like a good day with that tone." He chuckled, smirking. Meghan giggled. "Dad! We swear, it was good." I whipped my head around to look at her, my eyes wide. 'DID SHE JUST-- DID SHE??' My mind was going a hundred miles an hour, did she just call Mr. von Karma, an honorable man who walks around with an aura of distrust and raw, unbridled fear, DAD??

I looked at Meghan, who hadn't realized her mistake, and then I looked up to Mr. von Karma, who was processing what had just happened. "Dad? Wha--" He breathed out, as he cocked an eyebrow upward at Meghan. "What? All I said was--" she paused. "OHMYGOD." She exclaimed, as I flinched at the random yell. "MR. VON KARMA I AM SO SORRY PLEASE BELIEVE ME I DID NOT KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING I AM INCREDIBLY SORRY--" She apologized and yelped. Hell, she might've gotten onto her hands and knees then. I heard him chuckle, and that's when Meghan stopped rambling. "It's alright. It's alright." He reassured, gesturing with his open hands to calm down. "There's nothing to worry about, if you wish to call me 'Dad', go for it." Meghan's eyes widened, as her mouth dropped open. "It was only a one time mistake, sir. It was not intentional. I-- I cannot." She stammered out. Maybe because her dad is still ALIVE and LIVING IN A DIFFERENT STATE WITH HER MOTHER AT THE MOMENT FOR BUSINESS?? I grimaced inwardly. "Boy." Mr. von Karma snarled, now looking at me. "Take her to 'the' room." He smirked. "The room, sir?" We asked in unison. "The room with the white door." He gestured to the room with a white door in front of it. I bowed, then grabbed Meghan by the wrist and walked to 'the' room, as he called it. She looked back. "Way to be unfair and rude to Miles.." I heard her whisper. My heart-- swelled? No, maybe because I was just tired from the walk home. I open the door and I dragged her in, smiling as I heard Meghan gasp. "This-- this!! Oh my--" I captured the fainting girl with one hand as she was falling backward.

 "Looks like a room for another. I think it's yours now." I raised her back up, wrapping my arm around her shoulder for support. She looked up at me, smiling widely like a child getting candy. "All mine?! I never got something like this! It's-- it's amazing! Oh, I must pay Mr. von Karma back somehow!" She escaped from my grasp, and frantically ran around the room, taking in the moment. She then looked over at a box. "Hey. What's in here?" She then jolted up, yelping and falling backward when Franziska popped out of the box. "I helped!" She exclaimed, giggling profusely. "I knew you liked pastel colors, so I recommended it!" She put her hands on her hips, holding her head high with pride.

The room had lavender walls, a desk pressed against the front wall underneath the window, the bed looked like a fold-out bed, since it was so small. There were drawers underneath the small bed, so it added onto the idea of the bed being a fold-out.

Looked quite small, but Meghan was loving it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaimed, giggling profusely. She jumped up and flopped onto the bed.

 "Thanks Dad! Shit! Not again!"

 "Language!"

"Ow! Motherfuck--"

 "Ms. Rivera!"

 "Foolish fool."