The Breakfast Club

[B e t h y <3]

Kyle looked down at Morgan and swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. His little baby sister was having not just one, but two babies. Morgan slowly, but surely stood up. She walked over to the door, assuming everyone would follow her. She had pulled herself together, and now just looked stone cold.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

As everyone made to leave, one of the nurses at the reception hadn't seemed to have seen Morgan crying or the rest of them looking worried. She told them she hoped they had a nice day, and Asher didn't take any notice; he didn't like it when things like that happened, it was always so awkward and he never knew how to react. And he was reminded now of why the way he was was such a problem for him in the relationship; he didn't have the faintest idea of how to make Morgan feel better, and he'd never resented himself more than he did at that moment in time.

 

[B e t h y <3]

Asher = ♥♥♥. I want him to be real.

Morgan got into the car, looking out the window. She didn't want to say anything, and even if she did want to, she wouldn't have known what. After fastening her seatbelt, she continued to gaze out the window. Across the street was a park. She saw a mother and daughter playing on the swings. Morgan shuddered. She realized, in nine months, she'd have to be the responsible one, just like that mother.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

-sigh- If only, Beth, if only. I worry about having boyfriends now. I'll always be disappointed because I'll want them to be like Asher xD

Asher knew better than to try and say something; it was clear that nobody really knew what to say, nor did they really have the desire to say anything- he was well aware that if Morgan had wanted there to be a conversation, she would have made one by now. He followed her gaze for a moment or two, and watched her expression, though it changed very little and he couldn't have hoped to read it and understand it anyway- complex human emotions were almost completely alien to him. He was afraid more than anything, for her. He knew her babies' father wasn't going to be around, and goodness only knew what he'd think when he found it about the fact that his baby had become two babies. And just for a moment he found himself- though he was in fact shocked at himself for feeling that way, for he didn't understand what any of it was like at all- somehow wishing they were his; at least then, he thought, I could have promised Morgan to always be there to help her with them, and they would at least always have their father. Because without that, nothing held him to any of it, and somehow that made it harder for him to be there for her.

 

[B e t h y <3]

Haha, the boy makes my man look like a wuss. Haha.

Morgan put her forehead on the window as Kyle started driving. She had managed to hold back the tears at this point, but they were slowly but surely starting to win the battle. Hastily, she wiped the green eyes that were brimming with salt water. She bit the inside of her cheek, still trying to stay as strong as possible.

Ugh, sorry for yet another failure.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Haha. Don't get too attached to him, now!

Asher looked as though he were about to move, shifting in his seat, when it then seemed that he'd thought better of it, falling still once again. But his lack of doing nothing didn't last long; he couldn't bear to just sit and watch her cry beside him. And so, unbuckling his seatbelt, he silently shifted into the seat closest to her. He gently took her into his arms, enveloping her with them, and let her tears soak into his shirt. Girls liked to be held, didn't they? Just to be held until they stopped crying, held until they could hold themselves together. Well then, he thought to himself, that's what he'd do for her.

Ugh. Stop apologising ;] It's fine, really.

 

[B e t h y <3]

He's just so dxmn adorable! Haha.

Morgan was, at first, surprised when Asher pulled her towards him. She stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed, finally letting the tears stream down her face. She didn't know where her life was about to take her, but she knew one thing- Asher hadn't lied. He really would be there. Once she finally pulled herself together, she sat up, nodding to Kyle that she was ready to leave. Kyle looked from Morgan, to Asher, and back to Morgan. Then, he finally started the car. They drove until they reached the dance studio. Kyle had known Morgan would have needed to be here. After unbuckling her seatbelt, she motioned for Asher to come with her.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Well, I'm glad you think so. I try

When Morgan has at first stiffened in his arms, his face had flashed with concern, worried that he had done the wrong thing entirely. But it was a kind of relief to him when she became comfortable with it, and was ready to just cry into him until she was alright again, and he held her until she was ready to let go again. When they arrived at the studio, he gave a short wave of his hand to Kyle, to say goodbye- sharing one of those smiles with him to let him know he would take care of her-, and then stepped out of the car to go in with Morgan.

 

[B e t h y <3]

Morgan practically ran inside, heading straight towards the back room. They knew her here, and didn't mind the fact that she just burst through the doors like she owned the place. Immeadiately, she put on some music, loud enough that she couldn't hear her own thoughts, and started dancing. Her movements were like liquid gold, something not many people could do.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Asher had placed himself on the floor, sitting against one of the walls of the studio. He was quite content-in fact, more than content- just to watch Morgan dance. He'd only ever seen her dance when she'd tried to teach him, which, of course, could never have shown him what a beautiful dancer she really was. Every movement looked effortless to him as a spectator, and the way she moved, and the shapes she made with her body made his hands itch. He left the room for a moment, returning after having asked someone for some paper and a pencil, and he just drew her for a while; that was just how inspired he felt. When he'd exhausted that, he just watched her intently. It made him discover a lot of things, in actual fact; in particular, that she was even more talented than he'd already thought she was; and secondly, that observing her this way, he realised the extent, which had also expanded in the course of her dancing, just how truly beautiful he thought she was, and how attracted he was to her.

 

[B e t h y <3]

After a while, Morgan stopped dancing. She sat down next to Asher and picked up the drawing he had done. Morgan looked over at him, grinning from ear to ear. "It's beautiful, Asher." she said quietly. She rested her head on his shoulder, still being relatively quiet.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Asher smiled gently back down at her and replied, "Thank you. I had a beautiful subject from which to draw it. You're a magnificent dancer, Morgan." He searched for her hand and laced his fingers through hers, and following that there was a moment between them where they were both entirely silent, but somehow it didn't feel awkward to him at all. Eventually, he softly told her, "You might not feel like it, but you're a magnificent person, too. You have a lot of things you're not proud of, but I'm no stranger to that, and neither is anyone else. But you do have a lot to be proud of. You have two very supportive brothers, you're a wonderful artist, a beautiful dancer, and a strong, caring, honest person." He paused as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through a length of her hair, and he gazed down at her as he did so. "And you have a boyfriend who really, really cares for you. More than you know."

 

[B e t h y <3]

Morgan smiled softly as Asher told her how magnificent her dancing was. She'd heard it from her teachers through the years, but hearing it from Asher meant so much more.She squeezed his hand and kissed him gently on the cheek. "I do have almost everything I could ever ask for. Except maybe a mother. And for a certain ex boyfriend to stop being a stalker. But other than that, I have all that you've named, plus a boyfriend who's charming, kind, loving, sexy, and tolerates me no matter how stupid of desicions I make."

 

[KERFUFFLE]

With regards to her dancing, Asher was pretty curious about it; it was a world which he knew almost little about, not including the minimal steps Morgan had taught him, and that she was very good at it. He asked her, "Is it something you want to pursue or do you do it just because you love it? I think you could do dance as a career." He smiled bashfully at her compliments. It wasn't because he didn't believe her, it was trying to believe the whole Idea that he was still trying to get his head around. He said, "Your boyfriend wouldn't be any of those things if you hadn't put up with him when noone else bothered to try. He's very grateful for it, by the way." He returned her kiss to her cheek. "And he doesn't mind that you might make some stupid decisions. It proves you're human, because it's easy to forget when you're so gorgeous and kind, and otherwise perfect."

 

[B e t h y <3]

"Actually, it's nearly impossible for me to pursue it as a career, now. They won't want a seventeen year old with twins. It'll just make my body look bad. And professional dancers literally are required to be a size zero, most of the time. I'm a size one, and can't get any smaller than this, no matter how hard I've tried." Morgan explained to him, sighing a little. She smiled gently at his compliments. "Asher, I'm far from perfect, I promise you. If I was even close to it, I wouldn't have gotten raped numerous times, wouldn't be having twins, and would've had the nerve to dump Riley on his sorry `ss before he got in my pants..."

 

[KERFUFFLE]

"Boundaries are breaking all the time, people who aren't stick insects are getting their shot at modelling, I don't see why dance shouldn't be the same. If you're good at it then it doesn't matter if you're a size zero or a size six," Asher said. Of course, he was a very idealistic person, but he believed it could happen, all the same. "Well, none of that matters to me," he told her. "Perfect to me is when your flaws don't matter, for one reason or another. And I don't care how many times you've been raped, how many children you might be having or the fact that Riley was not ideal boyfriend material for you. I don't care, and I wouldn't tell you anything less than the truth."

 

[B e t h y <3]

"That's just not how the dance business works. It's so competitive and they look for even the slightest of flaws. They'll try anything to bring you down." Morgan said. She still couldn't believe that Asher considered her perfect, and she still thought she was far from it. "Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. I need to talk about something else..." she said, running a hand through her curly hair.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Asher willingly dropped the subject for her. He sat silently for a moment, searching for a topic of conversation. Eventually, his face flashing with an idea, he asked her, "Will you teach me some more, like the other night?" He liked dancing with her, because it was at least one thing that she had an interest in that he also liked, and could do together. Besides, it was hard not to be inspired when someone was as beautiful a dancer as Morgan.

 

[B e t h y <3]

"Of course." Morgan said, pulling him off the ground. She clicked 'play' on the remote again, and placed her hand on his shoulder, her other in his hand. A strong latin beat played, and Morgan started counting, leading at first, at least, until he was good enough to lead him self. She moved her hips and torso like someone from SPain would. The Cha Cha and Salsa were Morgan's favorite dances. She loved feeling sexy.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Asher took a while to get back up to speed again, but soon he was independent enough to at least sort of lead Morgan instead of the other way around. What he didn't try was moving his body in the same way she was- he was too shy for that, and he felt like it didn't fit his character somehow. Still, he was enjoying himself. Thinking of Spain, obviously because of the music, made Asher think of something they talked about a while ago, and he chuckled, "I finally worked out what you said to me in Spanish, by the way."