Love Me For Me

Chapter 9

The pic on the side is of Jett.

MEGAN'S POV

"Come on!" I say, shoving his shoulder lightly.

"We told you our stories!" Katie pitches in. "It's only fair."

Ty sighs, smiling shyly. "Alright, alright." he says. "When I was in eighth grade, I asked this girl to the dance. She was my only date ever and she was so annoying and she wore braces and had a really bad lisp. We didn't even dance, I just sorta migrated toward Jett and Trace and I wasn't really talking a lot to her. Anyways, we started eating the food and I ate something bad. After a while I started to feel sick, and at the end of the night, the girl went in to kiss me and I puked all over her, her white dress, her hair, everywhere. She started crying, and never talked to me again. And what sucks is she was the closest I ever got to my first kiss."

"Oh god." my hands are over my mouth.

"The girl, her name was Heather." he sighs.

"Heather Brown?" I ask. "The girl with the big tits and the perfect hair?"

He sighs and nods.

"She's really pretty! You could've had your first kiss by now!" I gasp. He shrugs.

"I don't want to kiss her. I'm glad I didn't."

"Why?" I ask, confused.

"Because then you can be my first kiss."

"Oh." I say quietly.

His phone starts ringing.

He looks at the I.D. and sighs loudly. "It's Trace. He'll just keep calling."

he presses answer.

"Yeah?" he asks. He looks at me. "Yeah." he says again. He's quiet for a long time and any happiness in his face vanishes and concern takes over. "What?" he asks. "Is he okay?" he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fuck. Okay, I'm on my way."

He hangs up.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I sold Jett my motorcycle and he got hit head on while on the interstate and he's in a coma. I have to go back to New York to see him."

"Oh." I say.

"The doctor said he might never wake up. I'm staying until he does or doesn't."

"That could be years." I whisper.

"Come with me. Both of you."

"Excuse me?" Katie says.

"I need her." he clasps his hands together. "And she needs you. You guys can just go to where I go to school-"

"With Amanda." I say.

"She won't bother you anymore. I'll make sure. Please." he begs.

"I don't know..." I run my fingers through my hair.

"I'll go." Katie says.

"But you're eighteen. I'm not. My Dad won't let me."

"I'm on it."

Katie sprints downstairs and I hear her fighting with my Dad, and then I hear him exhale, and then she comes back upstairs.

"Get packing." she says.

"Can we take your truck?" Ty asks.

I nod.

"I'll be back in a half hour." he says.

He leaves, and Katie leaves.

I bury my face in my hands for a few moments, and then I start packing anything and everything. I throw my things in my truck, and wait.

In exactly twenty minutes, both of them come back. They toss their things in my truck, we say goodbye, and we're off.

Back to New York.