An entrie for #DZFFA
Keep Your Mouth Shut. Hm, what is it about?
Meg and her parents are friends with Milo's mom. They met when they were kids, but then something happened. Meg nor Milo know what happened between their parents'. Milo moved away wit...
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____________________________________ (Narrator *me*) Meg tried to avoid looking at the boy who came in. She wished she hadn't even entered the room. . . Now she was stuck with him.
"Milo, what are you doing here?" Meg asked.
"What are you doing here?" Milo said the same statement.
"I asked you first." Meg replied.
"Well, I'm here to play a character from Zombies, you?" Milo sat down on a chair in front of Meg.
"Same." Meg shuffled in her chair.
"Nervous, Blondie?" Milo gave Meg a small smile.
"Stop, Milo. I'm going to play your games anymore." Meg shook her head, she layed one hand flat of the table.
"So that's what it's about, our relationship? That wasn't a game, Meg." Milo's face expression changed.
"I. . .--" Meg cut herself off, she felt Milo's fingers touching hers.
"Meg, I'm sorry. I just want us to be happy. . . Together." Milo looked down at his hand, which was laced with Meg's.
"Milo, I'm not ready yet. You know that it's going to take some time, right?" Meg finally looked into Milo's eyes.
"Believe me, I know that." Milo sounded harsh.
Meg nodded and stayed silent. Milo stared at her, trying to meet Meg's but they didn't meet his.
"Meg, I just want to let you know that we'll still be friends. . . Even if we don't get the parts." Milo assured Meg.
"That sounds good." A smile appeared on Meg's face.
The pair both stayed silent for a moment. Meg and Milo didn't speak, they seemed uncomfortable to talk.
"I think I should go." Meg started to rise from her chair.
"No, Meg! Wait. . ." Milo put a hand out, as if he was reaching out for Meg.
"What?" Meg turned around to face Milo.
"Let's continue with the chemistry test, let's see if it works." Milo's voice softened.
"Alright." Meg sighed, she walked to her chair again.
"So. . ." Milo looked at the paper that contained questions.
"Do we have to ask each other questions?"
Meg nodded and smiled. "Yes, it's not that hard. At least we get to know each other better."
"Who's first? You or me?" Milo looked up at Meg.
"You can go first." Meg replied.
"What's your favorite Disney movie?" Milo asked Meg.
