bowlerhatmik:
It was an unexpected situation when Meg suddenly announced that she wanted to go somewhere and invited Mik along with her, and before he could respond she was already making her way barefoot out the door. Quickly stepping into his thick-soled boots and following after her, keeping her in sights as he trailed after her for a period. Even though his pace was slowed by his loose unlaced shoes, he eventually caught up to Meg, but before he could open his mouth to ask where they were heading she was off running.
Following her every move and turn, they eventually came upon a set of apartments owned and operated by the pier. Mik was careful and kept his head down to avoid bringing attention to himself, hoping no one would pop out and ask questions when he didn’t know the answers. Mik didn’t realize they were stopped at a window until he heard scraping noises that made his head snap back up. Eyes wide in disbelief as Meg teased the window open and leapt in, his mouth slightly agape as she beckoned him to follow.
Turning to scan the area around the outside of the apartment to make sure no one was potentially watching this debacle, and once he was satisfied they were very much alone he nodded before attempting to climb in as well.
Mik’s gangly height made slinking through the window difficult. The serious mood broke abruptly when he couldn’t help but poorly stifle a collection of giggles as his toes touched the ground outside, and his hands were planted firmly on the tiled floor inside. After some wiggling, pulling, and kicking to get himself inside Mik tumbled onto the floor. Pulling himself up using the window ledge, and finally closing the window painfully slowly behind them.
Mock brushing himself off as he turned to his surrogate sister, the laughter hiding in his voice was very apparent as he spoke, “Alright, we ran around hell’s half acre to crawl through a window… Not what I was expecting on an off night. So, where exactly is here?”
Watching her brother try to climb through the window was a feat in itself. Meg placed her hands over her mouth to stifle the laughter. Just in case there were nosy neighbors that could hear through the walls. But once he was inside, she quickly grabbed his hand and began leading him through the door. Her eyes scanning over everything that was Finn in this small little apartment. There was nothing that really changed between then and now. Her crystal eyes lingering at the small castle she had hand made for him one year for his birthday. The corners of her lips lifting in a small smile.
“My ex boyfriend’s,” she said rather quietly, her voice soft, “Do what you will.”
Meghan released his hand and her fingertips quickly found the surface of his couch. Memorizing the texture just the way she had when she had first entered his life. How she had trailed her fingertips along every surface she came in contact with as soon as she was invited. But as soon as she lifted her fingers, Meg found herself in the doorway to his bedroom. A devious smile etched across her features. Crossing her arms and pulling at the hem of her shirt, Meg pulled her shirt up and over her head. Tossing the lump of plum fabric to the floor.
Just as she had pushed her jeans to the floor as well and she began to step out of them..she paused. Hearing the creaking of the floor, Meghan looked up in fear that it might be Finn himself. A sigh of relief pushed through her lips, blowing her curls out of her face at the sight of Mik standing before her.
“Go ahead and ask,” she said, defeated.
