Author's Note: I'm tired and this is what randomly ended up on the page. I didn't know where exactly to put this, and tried to fit it into a different story of mine, but that just wasn't working, so it's going to stand on its own. A Meeks/Charlie interaction set years after Welton. You can probably guess which boy is which...if not...message me? Hopefully you can.

Disclaimer: Meeks and Charlie do not belong to me...yet.

"Why?"

"Because the pill hadn't been invented. You couldn't get pregnant."

"You used me."

"And abused you."

"That's not funny."

Noncommittal shrugs and a scratch at the back of the neck.

"I loved you."

"I loved you, too."

"You loved what I let you do with me."

"…doesn't that count?"

"No."

"Not even a little?"

"You don't understand."

"I understand perfectly."

"Then you don't care."

"I do care."

"Then why are you acting this way?"

"Because you can't get pregnant."

"You said that's why you slept with me."

"That was then."

"And now?"

"You can't get pregnant."