Boy Toy <<slow updates>>

7

"Guess what!" I yelled as I pushed open Megan's front door, it slammed against the wall. "I'm here." I whispered, ending up in a fit of giggles before stumbling in to her living room.

"What the hell, Ashton?!" Megan yelled as she walked in from the kitchen, mid-way through pulling her shirt down. Her hair was ruffled and pink lip stick smudged. I tilted my head to the side in confusion. Why would she be looking like that?

Then Jake followed behind her, slightly out of breath. Oh.

"I'll see you later, ok?" Megan told him, smiling briefly. Jake glanced at me and smirked before turning back to Megan, grabbing her face and pulling it towards his, giving her a sloppy kiss, if you could even call it that. I glared at him as he stared me down, walking 'coolly' to the door and leaving. I felt all the confidence that came with being drunk slip away and felt small under the frustrated glare from Megan.

I shuffled over to the couch and sat down, my head not leaving the floor. I heard a sigh and some footsteps before the couch shifted with her weight now being next to me. She turned my head with a finger under my chin. She looked upset, more disappointed.

"Drinking?" I nodded. "And driving?" I hesitated before nodding. She nodded. "You can't do that, ok? I need you here, not dead." I nodded, some colour rising to my cheeks.

"I wanted to say sorry." I pouted, Megan's smile seemed to warm the room. "I was so stupid, no. I was a bitch!" Megan laughed, nodding along.

"Yeah, you were. But that's ok, because you're cute when you're drunk." I poked a finger against my dimple as I smiled, head tilted to the side. Megan laughed and stood up. "Want a drink?"

"Beer!" I yelped. She headed towards the kitchen.

My mind flashed back to the kiss Jake and Megan had shared not even minutes earlier and I frowned. She doesn't need me, she has him. Maybe I should just go and focus on the band, and then she won't have to worry about me and my stupid jealousy. No, jealousy is such a childish word to how I feel. Envious fits better.

"A beer for you," she says as she passes me the bottle, snapping me out of my thoughts. I take it and smile at her, chugging it back. "And water for me. Slow down, Ash." she chuckled.

"Your kiss with Jake," I giggled. "Looked disgusting." Megan looked at me with an amused smirk.

"It was." She laughed. "But shh, don't tell him." I did the action of zipping my lips closed and she smiled.

"I like it when you smile." I stated, looking at the blank TV screen as if it were on.

"Mm?" She mumbled, mid drink.

"Yeah," I smiled as I turned towards her, my eyes hooded with a slight drowsiness. "It makes me feel fuzzy." She doesn't say anything in response, just looks at her drink with a blush.

"Any reason you're drunk?" She questioned, changing the subject.

"No, just felt like it." I lied.

"I have to ask," she says, putting down her bottle. "What're your thoughts on me and Jake?"

I swallowed down the thick feeling in my throat which I assumed was my feelings trying to escape through words and faked a smile. Why would she ask me this? What does she gain from it?

"I think it's great! You're happy, he's happy, it's... Yeah. It great." Lies. All lies. Every single one of the syllables that fell from between my lips was a lie. She sat expressionless for a second before smiling, seeming distracted. My eyes brows furrowed together. Was she happy?

"You are happy, though, right?" She immediately, with widened eyes, nodded quickly.

"Yes! Yes, of course!" We both took a few long sips of our drinks; the air seemed thick with tension.