Getting up in the morning to do things, is my least favorite part of the day. Apparently there was going to be some family get together, so Sloan and I were put in charge of cleaning the entire house.
The Adams family, was extremely huge. Full of many different people. Ranging from political powers, to famous actors. All the way to decorated war heroes. Their family, came from everywhere in the world. Literally everywhere. Not that every family member would be attending, but I was sure the ones that would come, is enough to fill this entire house. Which is pretty impressive.
I wanted to find the time to talk to Skye, but she was out. Working on building that pool for the neighbors. She was likely to be put all day, so it wasn't likely I would talk to her.
"God, I hope that bitch Tina shows up." Sloan grunted as she scrubbed the kitchen counters. Apparently, Tina was hated throughout the entire family. Or so Sloan told me. She was somewhat of a pariah in the family. "I wish she would say something to me. She'll get these hands of she isn't careful."
"Like you can throw hands." I laughed as she glared at me. "Besides, I'm sure your mom will beat you to it. You should've seen how she shut her down at dinner the other night." I explained. She nodded her head.
"Yeah, mom told me about that. She said she was attacking Skye. Like, trying to provoke her or something. With threats about how her husband would be getting out of jail." She said, hatred seeping in her voice.
I grabbed a sponge, and began scrubbing with Sloan. For the next thirty minutes, we just gossiped and talked shit about people in her family. Don't get me wrong, I love her family, but some of them are just plain weird. Like her grandma may. She had a habit of collecting teeth that have fallen out of her grandchildrens mouths.
Then there was their cousin, McCoy. That wasn't his actual name, but he would flip shit if anyone were to call him by his real name. Which was Daniel. I didn't see a problem with the name, but I made sure not to call him by it.
There were many more weird relatives of Sloans that I've met throughout the years. But there was one person in particular that stood out. Their cousin-in-law, Billy. Married into the family by their oldest sister, Katy. No one really talks about her, because she left on bad terms with their parents. I didn't know the specifics, but I knew it was something bad enough for Sloan to get angry with me whenever I brought up her name.
"You know, I hope Skye cooks the dinner tonight. I don't like it when all our relatives bring platters of food. It makes me feel like we just had a funeral or something." Sloan said, bagging up all the trash we've collected throughout the house. We've been emptying the trash and that they keep in each room. Though neither of us dared to go in Skye's room.
Weren't for lack of trying though. It was just locked.
"Hey dears," Ms.Adams called as she came down the stairs. "You two can go ahead and go clean up. People are arriving anytime. And thank you for tidying up." She said, hugging us both.
We walked up the stairs, and to Sloans room. I walked over to my drawer in Sloans dresser. I didn't have many clothes, so I only needed one drawer. I pulled out a clean t-shirt, and some jeans. Changing quickly, I applied a light layer of makeup, and headed down the stairs.
There were already a bout five people coming in through the door. Before everything got too hectic, Sloan and I set out all the dinner trays. In which were full of snacks. Like mini sandwiches, and little corndogs.
"There's that little bitch. The nerve of that woman. She's not even really family." Sloan seethed, looking towards the door. Following her eyes, I saw a familiar lady, who was standing by the foyer, talking with Mr.Adams.
I was partially glad that Skye wasn't here. She wouldn't have to deal with the 'playing nice' part of the evening. Something, I knew, Sloan would have a hard time with.
I watched as Tina, oh so casually, would put her hand on Mr.Adams' arm. Almost in a flirtatious manner. I fought the urge to laugh when her face contorted when he pulled away. Excusing himself to go and look for his wife.
I kept looking around at all of the people walking and mingling. There were a lot of people here now. Ranging from all ages. There were a group of old ladies I assumed to be the grandmothers of the family. Another group I assumed to be the cousins. I guess this was the first time they've been all together in a while.
"Ugh, is it bad that I already want to leave?" Sloan asked, coming up behind me with a glass of wine in her hand. This was probably one of the only occasions when her parents were actually ok with her drinking.
"No, but it'd probably be considered rude." She snarled at my comment.
"Girls," Â Tina called, walking over to us. Her breath smelled heavily of alcohol. And it's barely twelve. "Have either of you seen Skye?"
"No, why?" Sloan asked, watching her movements carefully.
"I wanted to talk to her about the upcoming trial. You know, the one that will decide my husbands freedom." Her voice was uneven. Her eyes darting around. I knew Sloan was close to popping her, or rather cutting her down viciously with her words.
"If you'll excuse us," I started, pulling Sloan by her arm. "We have more important matters to attend to at the moment."
"More important than an innocents man freedom?" She challenged.
"More important than the life of a monstrous man, who frankly, deserves to rot in hell." I said, walking away with Sloan in tail.
"That was amazing!" Sloan exclaimed. Pumping her fist in the air like that one guy from the movie, The Breakfast Club.
I nodded my head, not really focused on Sloan at the moment. But more on the fact that Skye had walked in through the front door.
She was walking slowly into the house. Looking around at all the people who were there, and those who were still coming. She looked like she really didn't want to be here, but her mood lightened when her eyes met with mine.
She walked over to me, smiling as she hugged me gently. Looking over at Sloan, and doing the same. She doesn't really ever hug people, but I suppose I was an exception. Being her secret girlfriend and all. Then I remembered what had slipped my mouth last night.
Deciding it was a good idea to give her some space, or rather it was more for me, I walked over to the mini bar. Grabbing a coke. I sipped from it gently. I could see Skye's on me as she talked with Sloan and some cousins of theirs.
Honestly, I have no idea what had pushed me to say what I did. I'm not sure if I even meant it. No, scratch that, I did mean it. I do mean it. I know it's really early on in our relationship, but I knew this was real. This was something worth fighting for. Even if it means possibly losing my best friend.
I needed to tell Sloan. I can't continue keeping what I feel for Skye a secret. It's not fair to her. She deserves the world, and I want to give it to her.
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Cleaning after a party is worse than cleaning before a party. There's more of a mess. But one good thing, it gives Sloan and I a lot of privacy to talk. Considering everyone has migrated outside.
"Sloan." I called, picking up another empty tray.
"Yeah?" Her back was turned to me, so I couldn't see her face. Which made it partially easier.
"I'm dating Skye." I said. My voice strong at the beginning, but dying out. My body was shaking at what her reaction would be.
She turned. Her eyes narrowing at me. This was the moment. I would lose my best friend forever. It's going to hurt like hell. It's going to crush me, but I would have to deal with it. Because I can't imagine not being with Skye. I can't stand the idea of losing Sloan, but I can accept it. It'll crush me.
It knocked the breath out of me when her arms wrapped around me.
"It's about time you told me." She said softly beside me.
"About time?" I said, trying not to sob into Sloan's shoulder.
"Megan, I'm your best friend. You don't think I noticed the way you look at her?"
"You're not mad?" I asked, pulling away to look at her.
"No. I knew it was pointless to say you couldn't be with her. It was obvious how you feel about her. I just don't want either of you to get hurt." She explained, tossing down her bag of trash.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. Just as long as you're happy, I'm happy. Just don't break her heart."
"I won't."
Hugging her gently once more, I went to go tell Skye, but I was stopped by a familiar feeling. The feeling that someone was watching me. Looking around, I didn't see anything strange, so I kept walking.
I saw Skye standing alone near the mini bar. Grabbing her arm, I brought her to the hallway near the bathroom. Before she could object, I slammed my lips onto her's. Rejoicing in the familiar tingles that ran down my spine. She was startled at first, but soon reacted. Her hands traveling up my sides.
Her teeth nibbled on my bottom lip. "We should be more careful." She said, pulling away regretfully.
"I told her." I said, grabbing her hands in mine.
"Told who?" Before I could answer, someone bumped into us. Muttering his apologies, I noticed that it was the same guy from the party.
"Can we go?" I asked in a hushed tone, pulling Skye away as I watched the guy disappear into the bathroom.
"What's wrong?"
"I just need to leave." I said, pulling her further out into the house. I didn't feel like being anywhere near that man at the moment.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Skye asked as I dragged her around.
"That was the guy from the party." I said. Looking over my shoulder. Half expecting him to be standing there.
"The one who put his hands on you?" Skye asked, her voice low and serious. She narrowed her eyes and went to go back the way we came. I grabbed her arm, and pleaded with my eyes for her not to go. I didn't know what he was capable of. "Ok......ok...." She repeated, stroking my hair.
Her eyes were still glued to the direction of the bathroom, but as soon as Sloan rounded into the house, she pulled away from me.
"Hey, everything ok?" She asked, nodding between the both of us.
"Yeah, it's just, that creep from the party is here." I explained, nodding towards the bathroom. Sloan narrowed her eyes, grabbed Skye's hand, and drug her to the bathroom. Despite any protests I had.
A few seconds later, they had both come back. Looking a bit disappointed. "He's gone." Sloan explained.
"Gone?" I asked.
"Gone." Skye repeated.
I looked between them, then at the bathroom. He knew where I lived. Or technically lived. And I don't even know his name. I know he goes to my school. Because I've seen him around. I'm starting to feel like he knows more about me than I do him. I didn't know how dangerous he is, or could be. And I think that's the part that scared me the most.
I didn't want anybody to get hurt.