Let Me Out!!!

Megan stopped and a smile played on her soft lips. "Oh now you slow down."

Dillon smiled at her. "Would you rather have me walk fast?"

MEgan shook her head. She bit her lip and leaned against the wall.

Dillon looked through an open door. "Ah! Found the pool table." He walked in the room.

Megan followed looking at the pool table. "I havent played in a long time."

Dillon grinned. "That's okay, I can teach you."

MEgan nodded thinking of him holding her. No megan no falling in love. She cursed herself.

Dillon grabbed a pool stick and handed it to her. "Ladies first," he said with a grin.

After arguing with the workers for about twenty minutes Lark got bored and went into his room. They locked the door behind him and left grumbling.

MEgan smiled and took it. She angled the stick and hit the pool balls. She smiled and stepped back.

Dillon grinned at her. "Nice shot." He lifted his pool stick. "My turn." He hit an orange ball at a corner, but it hit the wall and rolled away. He frowned slightly, then shrugged. "Missed."

Megan laughed softly. "Nice." She went and hist the red and white ball in the pocket then a green and white but missed with the blue and white.

Dillon chuckled.

Megan smiled and him and sat down on the floor. "I hate it here." She said.

Dillon went over and sat next to her. "Why's that?"

"Just because this place feels like a prison." Megan said with a shudder.

Dillon frowned slightly. She has no idea how much of a prison this place really is.

Megan looked at him and sighed. "Im sorry im acting like a baby."

Dillon glanced at her. "No, it's all right. I sort of know how you feel, since I'm staying here too."

Megan nodded and pulled her kneese to her chest and closed her eyes.

Dillon glanced at her. "At least we're not alone here," he said. "That's gotta count for something."

Megan nodded and kept her eyes closed. "Trust me... I think we are."

Dillon let out a sigh. She was partially true. Technically all the teens in the home were alone, because around here, no one cared to pay attention to the "trouble makers" as he heard one of the workers say. But at least they all had each other for support, no matter why they were in here.

Megan thought of her borhter and how much she missed him.

Dillon noticed a few workers walking past the open door, talking...well, more complaining to each other. He sighed.