Boy Toy <<slow updates>>

8

I think I've discovered the worse way to wake up; hung over and regretful. My back aches and the very thought of food makes me gag. The light from behind my eye lids hurt my already throbbing skull and I considered sleeping forever. Of course, I couldn't do that.

I frowned as I peeled my eye lids open, the strong scent of coffee floated through the room. I was on a brown, stained couch, a pink blanket lay across me. I didn't have a clue of what happened last night.

I sat up and grimaced at the new stinging feeling that my eyes were experiencing, now squinting as I stood up. All my joints and muscles ached as I wrapped the fluffy pink fabric over my shoulders, shuffling towards the kitchen where I heard music playing softly. I realized now whose house this was.

"Morning!" Megan yelled over the music. She sat on the kitchen bench, an over sized sweater that came down to the middle of her thigh and a pair of knee socks covering what would otherwise be bare skin. I cringed at the loud yell.

"What happened last night?" I asked, grabbing a mug of coffee that Megan offered. Her smile was bright and her teeth seemed whiter than snow.

"You," she started, pointing at me. "Were completely wasted."

"I figured." I snapped harshly. "What'd I do?"

"You're grumpy when you're hung over."

"Sorry." I mumbled, ignoring the burn of my throat as I drank some of the coffee. Megan slid off the bench and stepped close to me, she put her hands on my forearms and stood on her toes so she was almost the same height as me.

"You did this." She said before leaning it, kissing my lips with a passion I've never felt from her before. I didn't kiss back, too shocked by the sparks I felt.

"Wow," I said with a smile, looking in to her eyes which now sat at the normal height. "Ok."

"You also admitted you liked me through song." She said nonchalantly after turning around and walking back to the bench, jumping on to it once again.

I felt my heart drop.

"What?" Have I messed everything up?

"You're just a day dream away," she sang in a deep voice, mocking the drunken actions she claimed I had done. "Wouldn't know what to say if I had you."

I could feel the heat that rose to my cheeks the moment she started singing.

"I was so drunk." I laughed, rubbing my forehead with the side of my hand.

"So nothing you suggested was true?"

"Nope." I said, am I going to regret this?

"You sure? You know what they say, a drunken mind speaks a sober truth."

"Im sure." I stated. She reached forward as far as she could and pinched my shirt between two fingers, attempting to pull me forward. I let it happen and walked towards her, stopping in-between her open legs. One of her hands gripped my bicep while the other caressed my cheek. She pressed her forehead against mine. I swallowed as if it would rid the questions running through my head.

"I think you're lying." She said, barely above a whisper.

This was wrong. So wrong. She has a boyfriend, for gods sake!

"This is wrong." I voiced my thoughts. "What about Jake?"

"I'll break it off with him."

"I don't want to be the one to break up your relationship."

"He's an ass, it wouldn't be because of you."

"I don't want to be a rebound."

"Jesus, Ashton!" She exclaimed, sighing heavily. "Why are you making this so difficult?!"

Why was I making this so difficult? Actually, that's not the question I should be asking. Why, after years of using me, is she just turning around and suggesting we be together?

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

"Why do you want to be with me after all this time? You were crying just a week or two ago about how much you loved him!" I complained.

"I never said I loved him! I said I thought he loved me! And I thought that maybe, just maybe, that you'd want to actually try being in a relationship now that we both know we like one another."

"Wha-" I was cut off.

"Just get out, Ashton. Go fuck one of the other thousands of girls who love you." Megan said in a monotone voice, wiping tears from her eyes. My expression softened.

"Do you really think I'd do that?" I asked softly, walking over to her. Megan avoided eye contact with me.

"That's what I've been doing to you, isn't it? Liking you, doing it with you then going out and doing other people."

"I'm so confused." I chuckled. Megan smiled, wiping away a few more tears.

"I'm sorry for everything, I just always figured that someone as famous as you would just be using me. I never thought you might actually have feelings towards me." She fell against me, her head on my chest and arms wrapped around my waist. I squeezed her tight, kissing the top of her head in an attempt to comfort her.

"But you were using me." I said.

"Only cause I thought you were using me." She laughed.

"Do you want to start again?" I asked. Megan nodded, smiling brightly at me.

"Wanna hear a secret?" She mumbled in to my chest. "I'm deeply in like with you."

I smiled at that and looked down at her. She looked up at me and smiled.

"I'm deeply in like with you, too."