Give Me A Break

Vic and Meghan are childhood best friends. Both vowed to take care of each other when they were still young. Soon… both of them grew up, sharing happiness and sadness together. As Meghan grew up as a pampered child, she always gets everything she wants. But for Vic, he grew up in a hard way as everything must be done by himself so he became matured and independence. Meghan moved into Vic’s house when she had a fight with her housemates for one silly reason, she wanted to go to Paris with them but they gave her lots of excuse not to go along. She felt hurt and went straight to someone whom she knew won’t make her in pain, Vic. Even though Vic told her for millions times not to act so childish but she stubbornly refused to move back. As her best friend, he just shrugged it off, maybe already knew her since young and let her taking the empty room in his place. Like a happy little girl, she agreed to follow few rules made by him. One, don’t make the place in mess. (Meghan always throws her belonging everywhere but because of this rule, she has to collect back all the things as Vic refuses to pick them up or he will pick them up but straight away throws them into the dust bin.) Second, don’t bring anyone to the house especially boyfriend. (Vic doesn’t like anyone especially man to come into his house without his permission as the house looks more like a crazy one with Meghan loves to put the flowers and things she receive all around the living room and other rooms, even making Vic’s things ‘disappear’ under her things.) Third, don’t bring any reporter to the house and no photo shooting in any part of the house. (Vic hates reporters very much.) Fourth, if she wants to go somewhere for few days, tell him first so he won’t need to cook for two. (Meghan can cook but she just pushes the responsibility to Vic, too lazy) Fifth, never tell anybody where she lives or with whom she lives with. (Vic expects Meghan to respect his privacy as he does to her.)

Fifie · Urban

Not enough ratings

31 Chs

My new diet

It was Sunday morning. Vic decided to clean up the house with Meghan. He prepared breakfast first. Then, he walked to Meghan's room.

"Meghan, wake up," he said, knocking the door. Nobody answered his call. He frowned, opening the door. There she was, still sleeping. He chuckled, walking closer to her.

"Meghan, wake up, morning already," he said, gently shaking her shoulders. She groaned, turning around, hugging her teddy bear tighter.

"Meghan, open your eyes, sunshine. The sun has already risen…" he tried again, this time pulling her teddy. She opened her eyes, looking at him before closing her eyes again.

"This must be a dream…" she mumbled, hugging a pillow tighter. He chuckled.

"I made your favourite toast with honey… hmm… yummy…"

"I haven't had any breakfast for long. This must be a dream…" she murmured sleepily, didn't aware that Vic sitting near her to hear clearly her words. Vic frowned.

"Why you didn't have your breakfast? Aren't breakfast important, especially for you?" he asked, feeling something weird already.

"Doctor said I have to have lots of rest so I rest. Why I have to wake up?" she murmured again, still thinking that she was dreaming.

"Are you sick, Meghan?" he asked worriedly. Why he never notices her whether she is sick or healthy?

"I'm tired…" she groaned, pulling the blanket to cover her body. He sighed heavily.

"Okay… okay… you just continue sleeping, okay?" he said, bending down to kiss her cheek. Then, he walked out from the room, thinking. Was Meghan sick? Why he never realized it?

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Meghan walked slowly, wanting to take something to wet her throat. Vic turned from watching the television, frowning to see her walking so slow.

"Are you alright?" he asked in concern. Meghan looked at him, quickly giving him a smile.

"Of course I am. Why I shouldn't?" she asked back. Vic approached her. She gulped, hoping that he won't notice her funny walk. After the operation, the doctor told her that her body was too weak to discharge but she refused to listen.

"You look… different…" he said, looking at her closely. She smiled weakly.

"Maybe because of my new… erm… diet…" she said, walking to take a glass. She poured the water into her glass before looking at him, beginning to feel annoyed with him keep gazing at her.

"Stop looking at me like that. I'm a model and I must take care of my figure," she snapped, walking back to her room, locking the door. He just stood there, looking at the half full of water she left in the table.

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