Hopeless

7

Meghan's POV
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I call Eli
'Hello?' He answers
'Hey I need to go shopping, can you come with?' I ask
'Yeah, when?' He says
'Now?' I say laughing
'K, Come to mine I'll give you a lift' he says
'Alright' I say hanging up
I didn't really need Eli with me but I had to talk to him. We needed to figure stuff out.
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Eli's POV
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'Could you hold this please?' She asks as I grab the bag from her.
We'd been here for an hour now and I was now officially bored.
'Wanna get something to eat?' She asks
'Yes please!' I exclaim 'I'm starving'
She laughs at that.
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Our waiter brings us our drinks and we sit in silence.
'Hey' she says
'Hey' I say back
'We need to talk' she says
'You've got the floor' I say not looking at her
'Eli' I'm serious' she says
I look up and see her looking at me sternly.
'Ok, what's up?' I say
She stays silent
'Meghan?' I say
'Don't worry about it' she says looking away.
'Meghan, c'mon you can tell me anything you know that' I say
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Meghan's POV
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'Before we go in this holiday...I need to know that, we are just friends right?' I ask.
'I mean, I dunno, you've always been a little bit like a sister to me Megs.' He says
I sit there in silence until he speaks up.
'Megs' he says brushing his hand over mine. I grab it momentarily but then let go.
'Megs' he says grabbing my hand
I look at him
'Yes?' I whisper
'What do you want to tell me?' He asks gently
'I...I dunno' I whisper hesitantly
'Meghan' he says softly 'You can tell me anything'
'I-I Li--' I begin
'Margherita pizza?' The waiter interrupts me
'That's mine' I say
'And the lot it for the gentleman' the waiter says as he leaves
'Yes, thanks' he says
We eat in silence.
How do I tell him?
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Eli's POV
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Meghan was hiding something.
I think she likes me
Nah, she couldn't...could she?
I mean we'd been friends for ages then we hated each other and now...well I don't know what we are now.
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'C'mon Eli!' Meghan nags me
'Ugh, why do I do this to myself' I complain
'Coz you wanna hang out with your hot friend right?' Meghan says and winks
'Ugh, sure Megs' I say
That was weird. She never talks herald up or even jokes about it...something's up.
'This is the last one I promise.' She says paying for her clothes.
'Better be' I say as the guy behind the counter gives me a look of sympathy.
We walk out of the shop and sit on the bench.
I put down the bags that I have and Meghan does the same.
Man up and ask her!
'Meghan?' I say
'Yeah?' She says
'What did you want to tell me before in the restaurant?'
She remains silent and I glance over to her
She's staring at the floor and fiddling with her bags.
'Meghan' I say softly
She doesn't move
I gently move her face so that she faces me.
It's at this moment when I realise that I like her, no, it is at this moment when I realise I love her.
Her eyes sparkle in the light and her hair falls over her shoulder. Her face shows worry but soon softens when I give her a re-assuring smile.
'I like you Eli' she finally says I like you Megs' I say back
Her eyes tear up a little and that's when I remember that we're in a shopping centre, centimetres away from each other.
'Um' I cough 'We should probably go'
She looks hurt for a second but then realised what I was saying and silently nods her head.
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On the way back to the car it's awkwardly silent. We walk in silence, carrying bags of clothes, just us. I quietly open up the boot and place my bags inside. She does the same. As we go to get in the car we bump into each other.
'Sorry' I mumble as I try to go around her
'Eli' she says grabbing my hand
I stare at it, how hers fits perfectly into mine. I stare into her eyes and move closer to her.
'How are we gonna tell people?' She whispers
'People don't need to know' I say
'But our parents and Stacey and-' she starts
'Stop.' I say ' For once Megs just chill'
She sighs.
I stare at her. I look at the way her freckles are perfectly placed and the fact that her hair falls perfectly on her shoulder. I look at how her eyes stare into mine and then we do the unthinkable.
She kisses me.
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Meghan's POV
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I sigh.
I stare at Eli and wonder what was going to happen to us. His eyes seem to tell a story, so complex. His eyebrows are furrowed together in worry and his hair drops to the side perfectly. Then I do the unthinkable.
I kiss him
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