I was invited, but you never would have guessed it. Dick was off somewhere trying to score with a freshman and the Beav was probably already throwing up an hour into this whole thing (none of us ever expected him to hold his liquor well). Yeah, I was invited to this whole bash - the one Dick called the total blowout before things totally sucked ass
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"Works for me." I smile back as he says we'll take his car. Like mine wasn't perfectly safe where it was?
"Right, because being bitter and twisted and plotting revenge is the healthy way to deal?" I countered when he questioned my attitude, "The way I see it, whatever's happened? It happened. It's done. I can't erase it. I don't get a do-over. The one thing I can control is how I choose to deal. I can either dwell on the hurt and the pain, or I can move on and try to be happy." I explained. "Doesn't mean I've forgotten... just that I'm not letting it run my life." I'd have gone crazy a long time ago otherwise. Not that anybody even had the slightest inkling - I'd perfected the not letting the pain twist me up inside by the time I was in middle school. Again with things being easier if I continued to be the perfect daughter. Popular, pretty, perfect grades. All part of the Meg Manning image that everybody knows and loves.
"I just put all the negative energy into other things, I guess." I shrugged. "So, lead the way?"
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"I didn't realize plotting revenge was so unhealthy. I'll have to... uh, cross that off my to do list," I joked lightly towards her as I stuffed my hands in my pockets, showing her the way to the XTerra. It was like drawing lines. She was light and I was dark. She was verging on opposing me entirely.
Maybe it was healthier the way that she did things, but I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around how she could ever do that. Give up rather than deal it out and ride along with the pain. Of course, she probably hasn't had any sort of life changing things. You know, the usual: cold, uncaring father figure; murder; deceit; sex, lies and videotape. For all that I knew the purity test could be the worst thing that had ever happened to Meg.
I opened the passenger side door for her before I went around to get into the driver's seat. No sense in not completing this whole chivalrous act for her.
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All I knew was that I was fairly sure I was a happier person than my sister was, so something must be working. I never felt the need to act out to get attention from people the way she does though. Being friendly generally always worked.
"Might be something worth a half a second's consideration." I laughed softly as we walked to his SUV. Of course, on the grand scale, he had a lot more reasons to be bitter and hateful than I did. But mine were pretty big in their own way. Whatever. This wasn't about who's life was worse, or who had the most reason to lash out at the world. We were talking about how to then deal with all that garbage.
I smiled as he opened the passenger door for me. "Thanks, Logan." I said, as I climbed in and got settled, amused that he was actually keeping up the chivalry thing for the most part. Probably because I made the comment in the first place. But either way, I wasn't complaining.
"So, where are we headed?" I asked smiling. I was trying to figure out how we'd managed to never really spend any time together before tonight. Being at the same functions didn't really count. We'd known each other since the sixth grade, you'd figure there'd be something there. I guess that proves how fractured even the elite in our school is. All the little subgroups within it.
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We were never normal. Not ever.
I wasn't trying to attempt to recapture something that was never there. I lingered over the loss of the two closest people in my life because after Veronica and Duncan there wasn't anyone left. There wasn't anyone I wanted to be close to ever again. Not if it all turned out like that - playing out the outside and watching them in. It hurt more than I could have ever expected.
"I'll keep it in mind," I told her. Everyone else... everything else was just some sort of filler. Something that you never desired, but kept you going.
I wasn't having fun, but I wasn't about to say that. She knew why. She probably heard some way around that a couple weeks ago Veronica had just dumped me like I was nothing to her before retreating to Duncan's arms around the time of her birthday. It was like there was something in me that was hard to digest.
Still, Meg's small smiles, the conversation... it's something - It's not nothing.
"Um, you're not horribly opposed and/or allergic to some foods, are you?" I asked, since I hadn't any idea where we were going yet. I pulled at the seat belt and hooked myself in. "Pasta, burger, slushie sugar-high preference?" I offered with a small grin when it came to even mentioning the liquid sugar.
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That hurt, but I know it's not her fault. She was still with Logan, very publicly so, when he dumped me. It wasn't hard to see why Logan would feel hurt and betrayed.
"I'm not picky. Though from the look on your face, I'd say your feeling partial to the slushie." I smirked, "Though, don't ask me where to get one of those that isn't the movie theatre or a convenience store, since I'm at a total loss."
"And Logan?" I start gently, not even sure I should be verbalizing this, "I know what it feels like... seeing them together. It was pretty obvious the night he found out about you and Veronica that he was still - saying he lost it wouldn't be an exaggeration." I told him. "So if you ever want to talk about it or commiserate or anything... there is somebody who understands. I know it's not quite the same, but you aren't the only one they hurt."
Yeah, probably should have just skipped offering the shoulder to lean on to him, given we barely knew each other, but he seemed like he could use someone who was willing to act like he mattered even remotely right now. Who knows, maybe the shared misery can lead to friendship of some kind? Wouldn't be the worst thing to happen. I'm sure the school rumour mill would love that. Head cheerleader befriending accused murderer. Because of course we're only our stereotypes.
"Now that I've totally sucked all the tiniest scraps of fun out of the evening, you sure you still want to hang around me?" I asked with a weak smile.
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Things had been falling apart with us after Lilly died. I mean, Duncan's Duncan, but he closed off more than anyone else after losing his sister - and I got that because I lost her too. Lilly, at one point, had meant the world. Our entire world was just gone.
Even though the last year seems like a blur, I can pin it down to one event that made us lose each other so completely. When mom died everything just crumbled a little more. He couldn't indulge in some useless search for someone who wasn't there - not like Veronica did. And I had believed... I had actually believed she was still alive when the thing is that she died well before she ever took a dive off the Coronado bridge.
Veronica was suddenly the one who was there and I took it. I can't even remember how things changed in between the two of us.
"A week or two ago, something like that, I was passing by the coffee shop that Veronica works at and there he was with her. I mean, I'd heard about them before this whole thing... how can you not, right? ... and they both looked happier than I had seen them in probably years," I exhaled softly. "I should be happy for that, right?" It wasn't a question I wanted answered. "Happy for them. In reality it just really sucks." I have my best friend hating me for things my father did and my girlfriend who just wanted him all along. Yeah, thank god they were happy.
I shrugged off my words with a small wave like I was dismissing the whole thing. "I'm sure this isn't exactly how you saw your evening going." Commiserating over slurpies, yeah. That was probably just thrilling to her.
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