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Meggan and Amanda, Backdated to Monday
Meggan goes to confront Amanda, following the latter's e-mail to Wade and Kevin, and thinks she's as close to actually yelling at her older sister as she's likely ever going to get.
Meggan had finished some quick reading for class, before she had finally decided to go and straighten out the mess, and fix whatever weird and bad assumptions Amanda had about Wade and Kevin and what was going on there. She didn’t want to have to yell. Maybe she’d talk a little loudly at her more than to her for a moment or two if things went wrong, she hadn’t really decided yet. She just hoped she didn’t need to do loud shouting. Not to Amanda.
Meggan knocked once she reached the door to Amanda’s apartment, because she wasn’t furious enough to just storm into a place unannounced. If there were a meter for severe annoyance, then she would be somewhere a couple notches below the middle--but that didn’t mean storming in time. Amanda could be busy with something important. “Amanda? It’s Meggan...can I come in?”
Hearing her sister's voice, Amanda winced. She didn't sound particularly happy and apparently word had gotten back to her about the email to Wade and Kevin. Oh well, time to face the music.
Putting on a smile, Amanda opened the door. "Hey Meg. What can I do you for?"
Meggan walked in, and nodded. She may be annoyed, but she waited for the door to close before she started. “Hey. Yeah…I was told about an e-mail? And heard that you gave Kevin and Wade a really hard time and a lecture about me...but only because Kevin thought he’d done something absolutely horrible by me, and that I might hate him forever when I really wouldn’t since neither of them had done anything wrong.” All of that had come out in one breath. She hoped it was better than going around the subject for minutes on end, and making Amanda think she hated her, when she didn't.
Amanda blinked at the rush of words, then looked somewhat guilty. "How about you have a seat and we'll talk about this?" she suggested, waving Meggan towards the couch, which she belatedly realised was covered in books, as usual. Scooping them up to clear a space, she stacked them on the coffee table, speaking as she did: "Yeah, I sent an email. I might have gotten a bit mama bear on them after that whole milkshake nonsense on the journals."
Once the couch was cleared, Meggan sank down on it with a small sigh. “I know,” she conceded. “It backfired a little onto me, I guess. They were just playing, and they weren’t trying to hurt my feelings or play with my head. I knew that. I didn’t know the song until Wade explained, but I knew it was a joke. Neither of them would try anything like what you might have been thinking.”
"Well, I know that now," Amanda replied, a bit defensively. "But look at it from my point of view. Wade's not here five minutes and he's hitting on everything that has a pulse and Kevin's making remarks about you being his Waffle House girlfriend and Wade's talking about him being some kind of chick magnet. Not to mention Kevin seems to have three or four different girls telling him they want to spank him with a spatula or ambush hug him or whatever. I see how they go after Tabitha with all that teasing... I thought you were the new target."
“I get that, but I’m not. The Waffle House girlfriend thing is just something where Kevin takes someone to Waffle House when he’s craving their food and doesn’t want to go alone,” Meggan explained. A lot calmer than she’d expected to. “Waffle Buddies more than anything. If one’s not around, he takes another if they want to go. All that happens there is getting a snack with a friend. There’s nothing else to it, no matter what it sounds like. I think Wade was just messing with his head a smidgen when he called him a chick magnet. I don't know.” She couldn’t speak up for spatula spanking, but ambush hugs were probably just that and nothing else.
“And Wade...well, he’s Wade,” Meggan continued. Didn’t that just sum it all up right there? “All we do is watch The Golden Girls, and he’s started me on Star Wars, so I can see that, and we made meatloaf once. No hitting on has happened, he promised he wouldn’t.”
"Again, I know that now." Amanda signed, rubbing her temples. "I'm sorry for butting in Meg, I just saw all that and got all... I just don't want you getting hurt. And that includes emotionally. It'd kill me to see you take teasing like that seriously and get your heart broken because some guy decided to have a laugh."
One little sign of Amanda acting like she was stressed and with half a headache, and Meggan’s annoyance levels reduced drastically. There was still one issue bugging her, though. Quieter, she asked, “Just...next time could you please let me tell whoever about past stuff myself instead of an e-mail thing like that? In my own time. Face to face. If it absolutely has to be done somewhere down the line? I know it’s just worry about someone playing with me, and I understand that.” Maybe there wouldn’t be walking on eggshells if she did that herself. She wasn’t sure.
"You do realise the whole thing's on the journals already, don't you?" Amanda retorted, perhaps a bit stung by the reminder she'd gone over the line. "Back when I brought you back, the whole story's there for anyone to go back and read. I mean, I understand you wanting to tell it yourself, but I didn't tell any secrets."
Meggan nodded quickly. She had almost forgotten about that somehow in the last few minutes. “Right, yes. I mean more for anybody that doesn’t know it was there, then? Doesn’t know to look. If they somehow didn’t know, for whatever reason,” she said with a small sigh. “Not a secret, more...a bad surprise for those two. Maybe it was a bad phrasing or something, I don't know. But you know that already.”
"Yeah, I do. Your mate Kevin can be pretty politely scathing when he wants to be." Amanda grimaced. "Look, Meg, I don't want to be an interfering busybody or have people treat you like you're made of glass or something. I just...worry, is all. You're growing up, hard as that is for me to remember sometimes, and you'll be getting interested in all that stuff soon. I just don't want you getting into something over your head. It's all fun and games at first, with him telling you he loves you and all, but then there's psychic links and him being a wanker half the time and none of your friends liking him and you can't break up with him because you might cause the end of the world." She stopped, and then blushed a bit. "Well, obviously it won't be like that for you, but that's how it was for me. I don't want that for you, same as I didn't want you studying magic."
Meggan nodded, knowing that was the famous Miffed Southern Kevin had explained to her. Amanda obviously didn’t need it described to her. She blinked and tried not to laugh in surprise at the long bad experience rant. “I don’t want that for me, either,” she said carefully. “All I can promise is that I’ll do my very best to try to avoid getting mixed up with any psychic linking, friend hating, world ending, party all the time type of guys, too, if that makes it any better,” she added carefully, with a tiny grin. If only empathy could screen all that out of the dating pool in advance. Sadly, it couldn’t. “I’ll try really hard not to get over my head, Amanda.”
"And you'll probably do a lot better than I did, since you aren't half as dumb as I was in school." The witch gave her sister a wry smile. "It's hard to remember that it was only a few years ago you were small and fuzzy and eating soap when you got pissed off."
Meggan laughed. “It’s a whole lot less of the nibbling on the oatmeal soap these days, thank you very much. Slightly more babble if I’m very annoyed from the look of it. Just slightly,” she mused with a slightly rueful grin. “Better than locking myself in the bathroom, right? Nobody misses out on the shower they need.”
"And there's less encouraging the criminal element to show off their lock picking skills." Amanda laughed. "Tell you what, I'll promise not to threaten people on your behalf without talking to you first, how's that? And I'll buy you dinner, to make up for having to slog out here to yell at me."
“Far, far less of that, yeah,” Meggan agreed. “Dinner…that really sounds like a great idea,” she decided after only a second’s consideration. “Would you be up for maybe sharing a pizza? Because I think I’d like a pizza,” she asked.
"All the food in the world and she wants pizza," Amanda teased with a grin. "Maybe you're not so different from when you were fuzzy after all."
Meggan had finished some quick reading for class, before she had finally decided to go and straighten out the mess, and fix whatever weird and bad assumptions Amanda had about Wade and Kevin and what was going on there. She didn’t want to have to yell. Maybe she’d talk a little loudly at her more than to her for a moment or two if things went wrong, she hadn’t really decided yet. She just hoped she didn’t need to do loud shouting. Not to Amanda.
Meggan knocked once she reached the door to Amanda’s apartment, because she wasn’t furious enough to just storm into a place unannounced. If there were a meter for severe annoyance, then she would be somewhere a couple notches below the middle--but that didn’t mean storming in time. Amanda could be busy with something important. “Amanda? It’s Meggan...can I come in?”
Hearing her sister's voice, Amanda winced. She didn't sound particularly happy and apparently word had gotten back to her about the email to Wade and Kevin. Oh well, time to face the music.
Putting on a smile, Amanda opened the door. "Hey Meg. What can I do you for?"
Meggan walked in, and nodded. She may be annoyed, but she waited for the door to close before she started. “Hey. Yeah…I was told about an e-mail? And heard that you gave Kevin and Wade a really hard time and a lecture about me...but only because Kevin thought he’d done something absolutely horrible by me, and that I might hate him forever when I really wouldn’t since neither of them had done anything wrong.” All of that had come out in one breath. She hoped it was better than going around the subject for minutes on end, and making Amanda think she hated her, when she didn't.
Amanda blinked at the rush of words, then looked somewhat guilty. "How about you have a seat and we'll talk about this?" she suggested, waving Meggan towards the couch, which she belatedly realised was covered in books, as usual. Scooping them up to clear a space, she stacked them on the coffee table, speaking as she did: "Yeah, I sent an email. I might have gotten a bit mama bear on them after that whole milkshake nonsense on the journals."
Once the couch was cleared, Meggan sank down on it with a small sigh. “I know,” she conceded. “It backfired a little onto me, I guess. They were just playing, and they weren’t trying to hurt my feelings or play with my head. I knew that. I didn’t know the song until Wade explained, but I knew it was a joke. Neither of them would try anything like what you might have been thinking.”
"Well, I know that now," Amanda replied, a bit defensively. "But look at it from my point of view. Wade's not here five minutes and he's hitting on everything that has a pulse and Kevin's making remarks about you being his Waffle House girlfriend and Wade's talking about him being some kind of chick magnet. Not to mention Kevin seems to have three or four different girls telling him they want to spank him with a spatula or ambush hug him or whatever. I see how they go after Tabitha with all that teasing... I thought you were the new target."
“I get that, but I’m not. The Waffle House girlfriend thing is just something where Kevin takes someone to Waffle House when he’s craving their food and doesn’t want to go alone,” Meggan explained. A lot calmer than she’d expected to. “Waffle Buddies more than anything. If one’s not around, he takes another if they want to go. All that happens there is getting a snack with a friend. There’s nothing else to it, no matter what it sounds like. I think Wade was just messing with his head a smidgen when he called him a chick magnet. I don't know.” She couldn’t speak up for spatula spanking, but ambush hugs were probably just that and nothing else.
“And Wade...well, he’s Wade,” Meggan continued. Didn’t that just sum it all up right there? “All we do is watch The Golden Girls, and he’s started me on Star Wars, so I can see that, and we made meatloaf once. No hitting on has happened, he promised he wouldn’t.”
"Again, I know that now." Amanda signed, rubbing her temples. "I'm sorry for butting in Meg, I just saw all that and got all... I just don't want you getting hurt. And that includes emotionally. It'd kill me to see you take teasing like that seriously and get your heart broken because some guy decided to have a laugh."
One little sign of Amanda acting like she was stressed and with half a headache, and Meggan’s annoyance levels reduced drastically. There was still one issue bugging her, though. Quieter, she asked, “Just...next time could you please let me tell whoever about past stuff myself instead of an e-mail thing like that? In my own time. Face to face. If it absolutely has to be done somewhere down the line? I know it’s just worry about someone playing with me, and I understand that.” Maybe there wouldn’t be walking on eggshells if she did that herself. She wasn’t sure.
"You do realise the whole thing's on the journals already, don't you?" Amanda retorted, perhaps a bit stung by the reminder she'd gone over the line. "Back when I brought you back, the whole story's there for anyone to go back and read. I mean, I understand you wanting to tell it yourself, but I didn't tell any secrets."
Meggan nodded quickly. She had almost forgotten about that somehow in the last few minutes. “Right, yes. I mean more for anybody that doesn’t know it was there, then? Doesn’t know to look. If they somehow didn’t know, for whatever reason,” she said with a small sigh. “Not a secret, more...a bad surprise for those two. Maybe it was a bad phrasing or something, I don't know. But you know that already.”
"Yeah, I do. Your mate Kevin can be pretty politely scathing when he wants to be." Amanda grimaced. "Look, Meg, I don't want to be an interfering busybody or have people treat you like you're made of glass or something. I just...worry, is all. You're growing up, hard as that is for me to remember sometimes, and you'll be getting interested in all that stuff soon. I just don't want you getting into something over your head. It's all fun and games at first, with him telling you he loves you and all, but then there's psychic links and him being a wanker half the time and none of your friends liking him and you can't break up with him because you might cause the end of the world." She stopped, and then blushed a bit. "Well, obviously it won't be like that for you, but that's how it was for me. I don't want that for you, same as I didn't want you studying magic."
Meggan nodded, knowing that was the famous Miffed Southern Kevin had explained to her. Amanda obviously didn’t need it described to her. She blinked and tried not to laugh in surprise at the long bad experience rant. “I don’t want that for me, either,” she said carefully. “All I can promise is that I’ll do my very best to try to avoid getting mixed up with any psychic linking, friend hating, world ending, party all the time type of guys, too, if that makes it any better,” she added carefully, with a tiny grin. If only empathy could screen all that out of the dating pool in advance. Sadly, it couldn’t. “I’ll try really hard not to get over my head, Amanda.”
"And you'll probably do a lot better than I did, since you aren't half as dumb as I was in school." The witch gave her sister a wry smile. "It's hard to remember that it was only a few years ago you were small and fuzzy and eating soap when you got pissed off."
Meggan laughed. “It’s a whole lot less of the nibbling on the oatmeal soap these days, thank you very much. Slightly more babble if I’m very annoyed from the look of it. Just slightly,” she mused with a slightly rueful grin. “Better than locking myself in the bathroom, right? Nobody misses out on the shower they need.”
"And there's less encouraging the criminal element to show off their lock picking skills." Amanda laughed. "Tell you what, I'll promise not to threaten people on your behalf without talking to you first, how's that? And I'll buy you dinner, to make up for having to slog out here to yell at me."
“Far, far less of that, yeah,” Meggan agreed. “Dinner…that really sounds like a great idea,” she decided after only a second’s consideration. “Would you be up for maybe sharing a pizza? Because I think I’d like a pizza,” she asked.
"All the food in the world and she wants pizza," Amanda teased with a grin. "Maybe you're not so different from when you were fuzzy after all."