Beginnings • c.h

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five

*Several Hours Earlier*

Megan POV

"You coming, Mike? Megan?" Luke asks, picking his towel up. Michael and I both shake our heads, wordlessly deciding to spend more time together on the beach. Michael answers Luke with a certain smugness,

"Nah, Megan and I drove here together anyway. We'll leave in a little bit."

I shake my head at his proudness of recently acquiring his license. Luke looks between the two of us and shakes his head, 

"You guys are just looking for an excuse to hook up without anyone watching. Don't try to deny it, we're onto you!"

Everyone around us lets out a laugh, and Mikey and I ust shrug our shoulders, not bothering to deny it. Soon after, everyone finally makes their way back up the beach, leaving Mikey and I alone. I let out a sigh, and lean into Mikey, finally relaxing. He wraps his arm around my neck as I say,

"As much as I love all of them, it is really good to be away from them as well."

Mikey chuckles, and pulls my head down towards him, pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead.

"I have to agree with you there. Believe me when I say, sometimes I want to kill all of them."

"Even me?" I pout. As Mikey lets out a light laugh at my reaction he replies,

"Yes Megan, even you."

"Good, because I would kill you in a heartbeat as well."

"So loving aren't you, Megan?" 

I nod my head, and place my arm around his waist.

"You know it."

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"Come on, Megan, just a quick swim!" Mikey pleads, attempting to pull me towards the water. Digging my feet into the sand I resist with all my might,

"Mikey no, I'm not going swimming!"

"Why not?!" He pouts, letting go and crossing his arms over his chest. I sit back down on my towel again.

"Because I don't want to!" I scream back, crossing my legs, placing my hands over my legs. For the entire day I had managed to keep my shorts on, refusing to swim or tan. Everytime someone had tried to get me to come for a swim or tan, either Ashton or Annie would steer the conversation away from me, saving me from what could possibly be the releasement of my secret.

"Come on, Megan! You haven't done anything all day!" he yells, starting to get frustrated by my childish behaviour. He throws his hands in the air, and sits down in annoyance when he sees that there is no way I would be going in the water.

When Michael looks at me, and attempts to grab my hand, I pull away and look in the opposite direction. Michael sighs, and sits back on his towel, giving up. My eyes are beginning to brim with unshed tears as I get emotional over the fact that I will never be able to do the things that Mikey wants, in fear of him seeing my scars.

I let out a not very silent sniffle, and ungraciously wipe my hand under my nose. I feel Michael still next to me, clearly hearing me. I still refuse to look at him, not wanting to cry in front of him again. In an attempt to rid myself of tears, I wipe my eyes and shake my head a few times.

"Megan..." I hear Michael call softly, I move my head, telling him that I heard him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." He whispers, finally placing a hand on my shoulder. I don't brush him off this time, and my body involuntarily moves closer towards him. When his arm is securely around my shoulders like earlier, I close my eyes and relish in the feeling.