Caitlin might as well have stabbed her in the back, or so the emotion hit Megan so hard as she sat there alone thinking about this new girl Sammi.
Smed with someone else. She winced hard. Megan was shaking. It wasn't suppose to be like that. She'd came here with Smed, and he was her boyfriend. Her's. Completely. Megan decided to get into some of her own clothes. Some ratty cutoff and Smed's white tank.
"OK." She came into join them. Practically sat in Smed's lap to show everyone nothing bad had happened. "What are we doing today?"
"Painting." Smed managed to say.
"Great." Megan kept her smile on. "I love painting. Promise you'll love the color I want our room to be." She was imaging melon. No pink. But then Smed had to live there. "Because...its what ever color you want. You choose." She had to work at being congenial. She would. Megan put her arm around Smed, but he was cold. So very cold. But she ate the rest of his mushy cereal that he didn't want.
Funny, how it would only take one girl for her to realize exactly what she had. Happiness. It was just having to nurture it everyday that was the hard part. Especially, when she was so tired. It was hard to keep her wits about her.