After all of the marriages, the Team 10 Fans are hyped about anyone they can ship, so #megthony wasn't that big of surprise. But still, it's getting bigger and bigger. There are fans standing outside of the house screaming meg and toner... I'm just scared that it's gonna be awkward between me and Anthony now. I haven't seen him, since the shipping has started. After the others got a married, he decided to take little break and went home for a couple weeks. It's almost been 4 weeks and he's coming back any second now. We've never spent that much time together and I just hope it doesn't get too weird between us, because I think that we could become really good friends.
I can hear Erika screaming my name from upstairs, let's see what she needs.
I walked up the stairs, seeing Erika sitting on the floor in front of the washing machine.
"Meg, we have to get some containers for the laundry room, we can't keep living like this.".
Erika points at the mess inside.
"Container Store here we come" is what I whisper while we walk out the front door.
The Outside of the house is as messy as the inside, just a lot more people.
There are approximately 50 fans and parents in front of the gate, screaming our names.
I still am not completely used to that yet. It's crazy.
Erika stops to take some pictures, as I wait for her by the car, a little girl comes up to me.
I would say, she is about 6 years old. She is wearing a very pretty flower dress and her hair is braided into a ponytail.
"Hey, can I take a picture with you?", she sounds very confident, I'm impressed. Nobody ever asked me for a picture.
"Sure, what's your name?". "Emilia."
I get low on the ground next to her and her mother takes a picture. I can see Erika getting stuck in between a lot of nervous kids and their parents holding up cameras. As I turn to her, the little girl opens her mouth again.
"Is Anthony your boyfriend?", did she really just ask that?
I have no idea what to answer. I'll try the truth.
"No, he isn't.", as I speak out those words, I can see her little smile turn into a sad impression of an angel.
Erika comes our way, almost running.
"You ready?", I turn to the little girl, as a tear runs down her face. "Yes, let's go.", is what I answer to Erika.
I turn to the girl one last time, before getting in the car. "I'm sorry.", I whisper more to myself than to her.
The feeling of disappointment doesn't leave my side the whole drive and not even as we enter and leave the store.
