Love In The Third Degree

Chapter 8: Confrontations

I had fallen asleep in the car. I was resting my head on Megan's shoulder last I remembered. I was shook awake by a force. I open my eyes to be met by bright blue ones."Wake up Abs. We are here,"she said. I looked around ,and I didn't see Markus or Karmin. They must've went into the house. I looked around. The car was parked in a driveway to a house. It was small and made of brick. There was a garden of randomly assorted flowers at the very edge of lawn. The house was quaint and cossie looking. I got out of the car grabbing my bag and guitar case. Megan smiled beginning to walk up the driveway. I quickly followed behind still groggy from my nap. Megan made her way up the porch swiftly opening the door ,and entering the house.  I grabbed the door before it closed ,and entered. The house wasn't anything too extravagant ,but it had a homey feel to it.

"Hi, you must be Abigail. I'm Cidney Megan and Markus' mom. It is a pleasure to meet you," A women with a ginger bob haircut came walking through dusting her hands on her apron before reaching her hand out for a hand shake.

"Yes, I am Abigail. It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Freeman," I greeted politely taking her hand in a firm handshake. Megan just smile because I was making a good first impression with her mom.

"Oh, call me Cidney sweetie," she said with drawing from the hand shake. Megan was hanging on the railing to the upstair.

"Mom, you met her can we go now?" She asked.

"So rude, can you believe this one Abigail always so impatient," Cidney laughed,"Yeah get lost you crazy kids."

"Finally," Megan ran up the steps. I swiftly followed behind thanking Cidney before heading up.

"My mom likes you already because you are polite," Megan poked fun at me.

"It's how I was raised," I puffed.

"Anyway this the door to my room," Megan said pointing at a door on the left of us. It had a couple signs on it from the Halloween store. You know the ones that say 'keep out' 'Warning Danger A Head' and 'Toxic.

"Huh, you really like vocalizing for people to stay out ,huh?," I said.

"Correct, I hate it when people go through my stuff," Megan said opening the door. The room was simple it had white walls. There was a queen sized bed with grey sheets. Above that there was a shelf that held books. Next to her bed was a pine night stand but instead of drawers it was shelves. We enter the room and I got a better look. There was a Meat Puppets band poster hanging above the night stand. Typical Megan. I decided to put my bag and guitar down on the floor. I walked over to the night stand and saw a bunch of CDs.

"Can I pick one to play?" I asked.

"Sure thing," She said grabbing a stereo with a CD player in it off her dresser and placing it on a red metal folding chair in the corner. "Oh wait," She said. She walked over to the door and closed it.

I looked through the CDs and came across Motorheads first album and smiled. "I didn't know you liked Motorhead," I smiled handing her the disc to play. She grabbed it and fired it up.

"I love Motorhead, Micky Dee is my favorite drummer. I love the way he shreads," She said excitly.

"My favorite is Lemmy. His bass work is like nothing I ever heard. It's so much more distorted than most bass players styles," I gleemed. Talking about music with Megan was really easy because we had alot of the same tastes."Yo, why ain't the boys in here listening with us," I asked.

"They came in and said they were going to watch a movie while you were sleeping," Megan responded head banging to the track that was playing.

"Ok," I said. I got up and grabbed my pjs and tooth brush out of my bag. "I'm going to go get changed," I said.

"Ok, the bathroom is down the hall on the right. Don't get lost," Megan smiled.

"Oh, cause I'm going to be so lost," I said sarcastically making my way out of the room closing the door behind me. I made my way down the hall and came to a door. The hall of Megans house was surprisingly long. The bathroom door was the only door being on this side of the hall. The door was closed so I knocked.

"One minute," I heard Karmin' s voice ring. I sighed I didn't feel like getting into an argument with him tonight ,so I mentally prepared myself to have a comeback. The door knob jiggled then the door opened to reveal a Karmin in a grey t shirt and plad blue pajama pants."Hey," he said. It was a kinder hey though not like his cold hey.

"Hey," I said simply.

"Markus is on my ass about us getting along. He is making me feel bad for the way I'm treating you ,and I am genuinely sorry. I was just surprised to see you here. I didn't mean to be so rude. It's just I've been going through alot of stuff lately," he said looking down at his feet. At this point I was speechless ,and just snapped.

"You know, you're an ass, don't know how to apologize for shit, you're stubborn ,and are full of yourself at times," I said tears running down my face. I felt bad for him I've been wanting a friendship like the old days with him. I didn't even know why I was crying." You hurt me bad when you said you didn't want to see my face after I said I was moving. I had no control over that you know."

"Yeah, I know," he stared down at his feet,"You know back then I regretted that day so much because I lost my best friend. I took my anger out on you because that was the day I found out the real reason my mom was divorcing my dad ,and I was angry at the world and my dad. I've put on this tough guy exterior since then,"He said starring at me. I was choked up.

"Come here," I said extending my arms. Hearing that broke my heart,"I'm sorry for not telling my parents you were my friend. I didn't want them saying I couldn't be friends with you." He embraced me and stayed silent. He let go of me and stuck his pinky up.

"Best friends," he smiled. This was a small gesture we would do as a kids. I guess you could call it a friend hand shake. I smiled through the tear stains on my face.

"Best friends," I smiled taking his pinky in mine. I knew we were never going to have what we had back then ,but him apologizing showed me that he matured through the past couple weeks. Heck I matured as well.

He released my pinky from his heading back down the hall. He smiled before entering Markus' room.

Today wasn't so bad.