Summary = When Megan Skiendel goes out to party with her toxic boyfriend and gets in a bad fight, she ends up on her bestfriends doorstep once again, but this time with a sudden confession.
Cw = Fluf, Mentions of blood, Cheating, wound cleaning, Megan has a boyfriend, mentions of miruana, megan gets high.
Pairings = Megan Skiendel x boyfriend, Megan Skiendel x Reader.
Authors note = Holy damn these ideas are flowing into me like megans dih
It was 2 AM, the moonlight gloomed trough the white curtains of your appartment. You were still laying awake, worrying about your bestfriend Megan. Your mind wondering about what excuse she would use this time if she landed on your doorstep beatenup.
You and Megan have been friends since kindergarden, she was more of an social and curious girl, the one everyone got along with. While you were more of the quiet type, the ones teachers said were a pleasure to teach but should speak up more.
"Do you like dogs?" you remember her saying, a curious four years old who just seemed to like the quiet girl who always sat alone on the swingset durig recess.
After that you two became unseparable from eachother. From elementary school teachers telling you both to keep your hands to yourself instead of holding hers, or braiding her hair during nap time.
To middle school rumors about you two dating eachother, which you both were hardly beating. Teachers having to separate you in the middle of the lesson because Megan was distracting you once again.
To writing each others senior quotes in highschool, which to no ones suprise, were matching. Your caps decorated with eachothers initials, and aesthetic. Yours more Y2K, and hers more softgirl and coquette.
To supporting her trough her career path. Every late night staying in the studio with her at dream academy. And being front row when she got chosen to be in this girlband.
And now your here, anxious as ever. Megan had gone out partying with her toxic boyfriend, the one you kept begging her to drop. He was no good, each time they went out she came home eighter drunk or high, bruises and wounds covering her body and her hair messy.
Yes ofcourse she has other friends around her. Lara, from her girlgroup. Emily and Adela, her old friends from Dream academy. But they always dissapear when Megan gets to drunk to think straight.
Megan had never admid that she liked you before, but it was clear as daylight, the way she clung to you, the nicknames she gave you, the way you were both each others first kiss down in middle school. You liked her to, but you were just afraid to ruin your friendship.
This time Megan promised you to stay sober, but you knew she couldn't keep that promise on a party full of miruana and whisky. And you were certain of it when you heard someone stumble against your door at this time of night.
You stepped out of your bed, your room door half open and the light dim in the hallway. You followed the drunk laughter comming from the corridor.
You opened the door to a drunk Megan, a ugly bruise on her left arm and a red mark against her cheek, it looked like a recent bitch clap, and you knew from who. On her lip was a bleeding cut, her nose dripping too, and her legs were three seconds away from giving up.
"Meg, baby?" you asked, you were still a little sleeoy, which made sense, it was 2 AM. "Who dropped you here." You invited her in, your arm wrapping around her shoulder to help steady her, instead of walking in she just crashed on top of you, arm wrapping around you.
"Who did this to you, my pretty girl?" you asked, cupping her left cheek, the one with the ugly mark on it. "Mhh- who do you think." Her breath smelled like whisky mixed with other alchol liquids, and maybe even some drugs.
That was enough for you to know who did all of this to her. You quietly pulled her to your bedroom, dimming the lights to a soft yellow glow. "Stay here," you sat her down on your bed, rumaging trough your closet to find a pair of pyjama's that would fit her after.
When you finally found a good pair, a white, slight oversized for you, pyjama suit with dog paw prints on them you gave them to her. Helping her change out of her dirty shirt with alchol stains, into the soft new pyjamas.
When she was done changing you layed her on your bed softly and went over to the kitchen to set some tea for her, bringing an first aid kit that you had reserved for her and her only.
You entered the room again, sitting besides her quietly. Trying to ignore the smell of mens parfum mixed with alchol that lingered on her. "Come on," Your hand lowered towards her back. "Can you sit up for me?" you asked softly, trying to get her to sit.
Megan obeyed you and sat with her back against the headboard, the duvet already wrapped around her legs. You slowly rolled up her sleeves to make her cuts visable.
You first went working on her right arm, opening up the box and pulling out the small bottle of alchol int it. You poured it on a small white cloth and you reached over for her arm. "Watch out," you move a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ears.
"This can sting a little." That wasn't nearly enough to warn megan. As soon as the wet cloth touched her wound a high toned squeek came out of her lungs, hard enough to cause ear damage if you weren't used to it.
With her other hand she squeezed your arm, her acrylic nails digging into your toned flesh. You lifted the cloth, what once was white and clean was now dirty and red. "Good girl." You praise her, not telling her about the other wounds you still had to clean.
When the towel touched her other wound on her left arm tears spilled out of Megans eyes. But you just had a feeling that it wasn't just the stinging causing it. "Baby," you lifted the cloth again, putting it on your desk next to your bed.
"Tell me whats wrong." Megan had seemed to sober up real quick out of the sudden. "What are we?" She asked, shocking both of you. A silence fell for a couple seconds, not an uncomfortable one, but more one that said more then words.
"Well what do you want us to be, Megan." That was one of the first times that night that you had said her full name, scaring the older girl. "I don't even like him." she starts. "He just uses me for sex or to go to parties, he doesn't even like me." she cried out.
"No, he doesn't." You listen to her, your eyes never leaving her blurry green ones. "Not like I do." your hand found megan's pink cheek, cupping it and holdind her fragile frame.
"You love me, you know everything from me, you clean my wounds.", "That he gives you." you cut her of, a tear slipping your eye quietly. The tension between you two was thick, the half of you wanting to pull in for a kiss but the other side of you was telling you not to take advantage of her in this state.
But before you could process anything Megan pulled you into a sloppy kiss. The blood on her lips mixing with your saliva, as she tries to ignore the sting. It was like fireworks exploded right above your heads, after all those years that you've been together you finally builded up the curagento admid your love to eachother.
After a while of making out you could sense that the cut on Megan's lip stung, sp you pulled away. Your hand on her chin and you face closer to her lips now, examing the bleeding cut that made her lips a beautifull tint of red.
"Babe, thats gonna need to heal first." You tried to be serious but you couldn't keep your smile to your self when you saw Megan with that same old stupid goofy smile playing on her lips.
"It can heal over night, lets get some rest now." You pulled her head down to your chest and you layed down on your pillows. Your legs half tangled into the blanket, but you both had enough on eachothers body heat.
After a couple minutes of stroking her hair and whispering innocent sweet nothings into her ear, Megan finally fell asleep, her head on your chest and her hand wrapped around your waist, your hand tangled into her hair.
You soon fell asleep to, your eyes droping softly, you took one last glance at your phone, that read 3:26 AM. You fell asleep, the world dissapearing when you felt Megan in your arm, under your safety.
You knew for sure that tomorrow you were gonna help her break up with that toxic man. But for now the only thing that counted was that Megan layed safely in your arms.
No harm coming her way anytime soon.
