Upon Arrival

Chapter Seven: (Megan) - Huh?

"Keegan..." I said.

"What?" He yells again.

I still wasn't sure what to do.

"I'm..." I started to say but was unsure.

"What? Are you the only one who can be upset. After all it's not just your sister who's stuck in a freakin elevator." Anger filled his voice.

I went to speak but before a could get a word out, he did.

"You haven't even thought about me, once. Not even asking me if I was doing okay. Did you even think about my feelings?" He asked.

"I did; I mean, I do." I whispered.

"Really? Then why haven't you said anything? huh?"

We were still on the floor. I got up and looked down at him.

"Maybe it was because I started to have feelings for you and I don't know how to handle them." I shot at him. I couldn't believe I said that but, hey, it was the truth.

His head shot up, looking at me; puzzling.

"Katie is the only person who I have ever cared about; for years. Then you show up..." I said.

"So you?" He didn't even finish his sentence.

"I don't want feelings for you, when the most important person in my whole life isn't here. So not asking you meant I didn't have feeling for you." I yelled.

I said walking off to his room.

I grabbed my stuff. Heading to the door. I didn't want to stay somewhere were I wasn't wanted. I've spent most of my life that way and I'm not going back now.

"Where're you going?" Keegan asked.

"Well, I'm not wanted here." I said but I knew it wasn't true by the look upon his face.

"Megan." He said softly.

"Keegan." I said in the same voice he did.

I was facing the door now. As I didn't want to look at him anymore. It would make leaving that much harder.

Sure, I didn't ask him. But how could I when asking him his feeling would mean getting closer to him. I was trying to keep my feelings from him.

"I can't have feelings for you." I said more to myself then him.

"Why?" He said.

"Everyone I get close to I lose. Plus, my life isn't here or with you; it's with Katie." I said.

"I'm not going..." As he said. He placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't says that, everyone says that." I said.

"I didn't mean to yell at you." He added. 

"I know." I said.

"Forgive me?" He asked.

I didn't answer. He turned me around.  

"Shouldn't I be asking you that." I said.

He smiled a little then pulled me into a hug. I dropped my bags; hugging him back. The smell of him is one I came to know.

"Megan..."

I cut him off by kissing him. Not sure how long we stayed like that but I'm not complaining.