Meagan Wilder: A Short Story

The summer I spent with her was beautiful, every day was precious. We always spent time nestled up on the couch; it was something special and it was better than any beach trip or pool party that everyone was participating in. The summer of love may have been in 1967, but with her it was in 2016. She had a touch that was as warm as hot chocolate and her skin was as smooth as silk her hair was as wavy as the earths many rivers. Her eyes were beautiful and a lovely dark brown. I was in the presence of a Goddess, and her name was Meagan Wilder. She was 5’7 and the best thing I had ever seen walking in a sundress and sandals.
To see her in sundresses was a sight to behold I remember begging her to wear them every chance she could just because I loved the way it fit her. She sported a long olive green sundress which was my favorite it stopped a few inches above the ankles and didn’t show too much or too little, leaving few things to the imagination. Meagan never liked to look bad she loved make up she didn’t care if it was a family reunion or a
trip to Wal-Mart she always looked her best. Her lipsticks, contours, and foundations were essential to her. She didn’t look to impress anyone she looked good simply because she wanted to, which is very admirable.
If she were to be asked “Who are you looking cute for?” and the answer would always be “Myself!” It was very true she didn’t put on a facade for anyone. Anything Meagan did was because it what she wanted.
She loves her chick-fil-a strawberry milkshakes with a passion. She orders it with the same consistency each time small with no cherry on top. It was very simple just a milkshake without a lot of jazz. In a way she was the same as that milkshake very simple and there wasn’t much too her. She wasn’t spoiled she didn’t like to shop too much, and she was just plain but had a little bit of a flavor and flair to her. To her watching a movie was a good enough time, and nothing in the world could be better in her eyes. She was plain, but wasn’t boring she just had a different outlook on fun than most teenage girls her age. Her fun could be sitting at home and watching YouTube videos, or watching a whole season of Family Guy on Netflix. It didn’t always have to be about spending money as long as she enjoyed it nobody else’s opinion mattered. Even still her flavor and flair came from within her, the corny jokes, her hair, nails, or make up. With her nothing changed but the same routine would never get boring just like the strawberry milkshake she loved.
She drove a black 1999 Mercedes Benz sports coup. She called it her baby and even named it Miranda. It shined and gleamed it was beautiful inside and out. She always takes care of it and separating her from it is like separating a newborn from his or her mother. Her car is special to her because of course it is her first one. She drives it very carefully not too fast and not to slow, but road rage gets the best of us and she was no exception. She absolutely hated being honked at on the roads, or being blinded by someone’s high beams at night or being cut off by some jackass who didn’t use a signal. Sometimes it would take her out of character provoking vulgar language and even the middle finger.
If the question was, “what is the most important thing on this earth?” Her answer would undoubtedly be her mother.
Her mom is her best friend and anyone who attempts to come in between that may be in for a rude awakening. Meagan and her mother have been inseparable since her birth. When she almost lost her mother she was very distraught. Her mom was in and out of the hospital daily for many months and there were days where it looked like she wouldn’t make it. As stressed as she was she continued to stay strong and continued to stick by her mother’s side , even when things took a turn for the worst. It hurt her because the thought of going to sleep and not knowing if her mother would be there the next morning frightened her. For her to fight through was just astonishing. She continued to stay strong and to pray even on the worst of days she would never break. Every day her mother was in the hospital was a test of her
faith.
Something about Meagan just had the tendency to make a person feel safe and secure. Maybe it was her warm touch and loving embrace. It was so easy to confide in her I didn’t have to keep things in a box or hidden from her she was a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear. Once she had helped me through a rough time as my parents were going through a divorce. I had no one to turn to or talk to, but sure enough she was there. She handled everything smoothly and with a calm composure, she knew her way around a situation. She would never panic, but rather evaluate what is going on and go from there. She wore her heart on her sleeve. Her emotions didn’t get the best of her , but that’s not to say she was not an emotional person. You could read her facial expressions easily and could tell when something was not right.