"Are you going to tell me what happened or not?" Molly asked a question, but Smed wasn't sure if he were listening.
"Not." Smed ate at his peanut-butter sandwich she'd made for him. He sat there in the kitchen. Honestly, he wanted to go to bed, but if he closed his eyes, he'd see her. Megan. "I just want to call in sick, all right." He looked up at Molly then.
"Its something else. Tell me, what did you do?" Molly glared at him.
"Nothing." But there was a desperation in his voice and he couldn't lie. "I spent some time with-with Megan."
"So, she likes you?" Molly just wouldn't give up. She rested her hand on his shoulder as if she knew the motherly thing to do.
Smed almost choked on the milk.
"Guess so." Smed cleared his throat and looked back at her wishing she'd leave him alone.
"You don't know?"
Smed winced then. He was slightly shaking. He wasn't sure what he thought. Exactly. Yes, he guess he did. It was just so sudden, and he really didn't have time to think about it.
"What is it?" She glared as if he she might be the police.
"You slept with her?" Molly was smiling as if she couldn't wait to tell his brother.
"Not really." Smed felt he was all of seven as he looked up at Molly. He was 18. People did stuff like that, all time. But he'd just never been one of them.
"Did she hurt you?" It felt like an interrogation. Suddenly.
"Well." He winced. Yes, pain might have been, kind of involved. It was just freaky. "Its not like I went over there for that, you know." He sighed heavily then.
"OH MY GAWD!" Molly set down then, glaring at him as if he'd hit the jackpot. "She gave you a blow job."
"I don't think that's the way it was suppose to go-" He cringed wishing Molly had left him alone. He was blushing, quite possibly. He took in a deep breath. " And..and its not like, I was thinking or asking or anything like that. I swear. I did not force myself on her, at all." It was a relief just to say it. He had no idea how to face Megan tonight. Really, he didn't think it possible. He needed to spend some time with himself. Sure, he could do some crazy things. Usually, smoking pot was involved, and he could be just silly. But he was always, always the master of his own domain, until now. Now Molly knew too. "Just shut up about it, will you?" He doubt she could though. He let out another deep sigh.