I Know What You Did This Summer
Who: Annabelle & Morgan Where: I presume their houses, but I could be wrong. When: Tuesday, 10ish
His attempts at lightening the mood up while he was with Kiley were met with a whole lot of failure. The only reason behind that was entirely because of him. Morgan feared that maybe she thought that it was something that she did, but it wasn’t. It was Annabelle. It wasn’t even really Annabelle. It was all him. It was all him and the way that he reacted to seeing her kiss Jackson Lowell. It brought up memories and feelings that he had worked rather hard to keep quite hidden. They were never truly forgotten, but he had at least hoped he wouldn’t have to drudge them up. It was like the early birthday present from hell. Fittingly, it came from his sister.
Morgan knew what needed to be done. He needed to talk to Annabelle. But it wasn’t the kind of conversation that could be held via text (lord knew he wished it was), or phone. It was entirely too personal for that. He wasn’t going to go over there, though. Not yet. He needed more time. Yes, he was being cowardly about it, and he didn’t really care that much about how it looked. Nobody really knew what he was going through, so his feelings and emotions were all his own.
The eldest Marrok child had attempted several times to send a text. Not a text asking her about what had happened, but a text that would make it obvious that they needed to talk about something. Each time he read it, it seemed far too contrived, stupid, or misleading. Sometimes it even said flat out what had happened. He wasn’t good at that. Confrontation was a specialty of his, but not in this respect. Relationships were never his forte. And yet he was still the one with the most experience with them amongst his siblings. That was particularly sad.
After several aborted messages, and with the clock winding down to the late evening, Morgan finally sucked it up and sent about as simple a text as possible.
Do you think we can meet tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something. You can pick the time and place. I’ll make sure to work my schedule around it.
There, that wasn’t so hard. Still felt pretty damned hard, though.