Out of Reach

This is a story of a teenage romance which blossoms into something beyond beautiful. It has twists and turns, where a young couple fall in and out of love with each other and other people. How do their lives pan out in the end though?


11. A fall out


Megan hasn’t spoken to me for ages, beside the fact that I’ve been ringing her all morning. She hasn’t answered her phone once. I called round last night for the 16th time this week, and, again, for the 16th time this week, Honey answered the door and said she wasn’t in the mood to talk to me. Honey didn’t seem very pleased to see me either, but I honestly can’t see what I’ve done. Has she told them about our night? Surely she wouldn’t have.    

   What hurts more is that she’s still so ill, yet I can’t hold her or comfort her the way my arms are craving to.    

   Adam’s coming round in about fifteen minutes so I straighten my room.     

   He’s here.    

   I run down the stairs and open the large wooden door, and standing there is the lad that I tell everything to, the lad that is going to help me work out what I’ve done that’s so wrong, Megan can’t even talk to me.    

   “Hi, come in.” I say my voice croaky and tired.     

   “Hey.” He steps in and starts taking off his high-tops, “How’re you feeling?”    

   “I don’t know, pretty awful to be honest, I don’t know what I’ve done and I don’t know how to make her talk to me.” I confide in him, closing the door whilst he’s struggling with his left shoe.     

   “Oh mate.” His voice cracks and I know this will be strange, because we never really discuss feelings as such.    

   I begin to walk up the stairs, and he follows me into my room. He lounges out on the bed, whilst I’m stood, leaning with my back against the door, arms crossed.     

   “So?” I ask.    

   “We need to make a plan.” He states.    

   “I agree.”     

   “Who do you know that’s close to Megan?”     


   “Is that it?”     

   “You, George, Harry.” I list the names of our mates.    

   “Try ringing Harry, he might know something, they talk a lot.” Adam suggests. I whip out my mobile from my pocket and search through my contacts until I come to “Harry Yales”, and then I hit the green phone. I put it up to my ear and hear the ringing, playing repeatedly until a woman tells me that it is not possible to connect the call, he’s busy, and blah, blah, blah. I hit the red phone with my shaking thumb and chuck my phone onto the double bed that Adam has now completely sprawled over.     

   “Dead line?” he asks.    

   “Dead line.” I confirm.    

   “Don’t give up mate, who else is there?”     

   “I don’t know...”     

   “Have you got any of her family? I’m sure if it’s bad then her family will know.”     

   “I think so.” I say in a rush, grabbing my phone and searching through my contacts.     


   Jack. Gotcha!     

   I press the green phone and nod in the direction of Adam, so he knows there is a bit of hope, and I can see him tense up, genuine nerves.    

   The shrill ringing lasts for about 5 seconds, and then with a click, he answers. “Hello?”    

   “Hey Jack, it’s Dylan, I was just ringing to ask how Megan is, she doesn’t seem to want to speak to me.” My voice quivers.    

   “I’m sorry mate, I can’t do anything, and it’s not my place to tell you.” His voice is deep and full of sorrow.    

   “It’s fine... But... Err.... Could you please tell her I rang?”     

   “Course mate, I could ask if she wants to talk to you now?” He asks.    

   “Oh, yes please, if you don’t mind.” I feel hope run through me like a wave of nausea.    

   I hear him shouting Megan, I hear movement, and I hear a short, sharp no.     

   “Dylan... I don’t think she’s in the mood to talk right now... sorry mate... I have to go, bye!”He rushes his words, and says them with a baffling urgency.     

   “It doesn’t matter, thanks though.” She’s definitely fallen out with me about something. It can’t be because of Steve, he’s not the one that’s stopping Megan from seeing me, so I don’t think anybody’s found out about that night.     

   “So what’s happened?” Adam asks, frankly, he’s not helping me right now.     

   “She doesn’t want to talk to me.” I say, not wanting to look him in the eye as they’re filled with tears.    

   “Oh mate.” I don’t reply, instead, just let a tear role down my cheek. I think I’ve lost her. She’s not going to come back to me now, even though I don’t have a clue what I’ve done to upset her so much.     

   “Dylan, I know you love this girl, trust me, I know how amazing she is, but she’s just a girl, and they’ll be so many more.” He’s wrong. They’ll be more girls, and she’s only one of them, but she’s the only girl like her, and I can’t imagine being with somebody else.    

   “I know, but, something makes me cling on to her, I don’t know what it is...” I tell him, as I watch my reputation ship sail over the far horizon.     

   “I get you.” The words are lies.    

   “Look, there are things that I can’t tell you, but she’s mine and she’s not even spoken to me for two weeks.”     

   “You’re young, you shouldn’t be doing this. You’re tying yourself down when there’s no need.”    

   “There is need, the need to be with her constantly.”    

   “All I’m saying is, if this thing that you can’t tell me is so big, then that’s probably why she isn’t talking to you, she’ll get over it.”    

   “It’s not that big, but it’s big for us...”    

   “Just tell me!” he exclaims, chucking his hands in the air with frustration.     

   “I slept with her.” The words gush out of my mouth in a hurricane of sadness, hope and anxiety. His facial expression changes to something that I can’t quite identify. Is it a smirk, or is it a scowl?    


   “About a month ago...”     

   “Oh... well... it’s probably too soon then...”    

   “Too soon for what?”    

   “Doesn’t matter. I swear it.”    


   “Anyway, thanks for having me and everything, but I’d better get going, my mum wants me back for dinner.” He says as he crawls off my bed and slowly makes his way to my door. He reminds me a bit of a sloth, or a slug.    

   “Oh, well, it’s fine. Thanks for coming, you’ve helped.” He smiles. I follow him down the stairs and stand by the door as he puts his shoes on. We nod our heads to each other, and then he’s on his way.    

   Bye Adam.    

   I shut the door and run back up the stairs. My parents are out, so I can work on getting Megan back.    


 I know people think of me. Of course they would. I think about people, people think about me. Right now I am thinking about Dylan. Such a lovely boy. My mum always loved him too, my dad thought he was great, and everyone else wanted to wrap up his little chubby cheeks and puppy dog eyes and keep him forever.   

  But people do think about me.   

  They do.        


I don’t have a plan. I don’t have a clue how to fix it. Fantastic.  

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