Random Bits of My Brain

Don't Be Silly

And worst of all, why didn't I claim her?

I am not looking forward to this gathering.

Yvonne's P.O.V

I felt my stomach tighten in anticipation as I paced around the room with Melody spread lazily across my pink, queen-sized bed. 

"God, Yvonne, calm down," I heard Melody say as I ruffled through my closet to find that cute plaid skirt for her to wear. Without turning, I could tell she had just rolled her eyes. 

"I can't!" I exclaimed. "My wittle Mewody might be getti--aha there's the skirt--ng, getting, her first boyfriend!" 

As I turned around, I saw that my shy friend's cheeks were red and when her eyes fell on the skirt, she adopted a exasperated look and said,"really? Are you purpousfully dressing me up as a school girl?" 

Glancing at her white, button-up skirt paired with light blue jeans and a plaid bandana, I realized my mistake. "Oops," I say, shrugging, "you'd still look good in it..."

Sighing, Mel said,"how about we compromise. You can paint my face like a drag queen, and I get to wear what I'm wearing right now."

Narowing my eyes at her, I said,"I get to dress up your outfit and make you look classier." 

Tilting her head to the side as if thinking, Mel responded with an indifferent shrug. Sighing and plopping down next to her, I said,"Mel, you gotta take this more seriously. You don't wanna be on of those girls that go through high school without a boyfriend, do you?"

Sitting up and looming over me, my best friends since first grade when she let me use her mittens when I lost mine and ended up with bloody hands, said,"Yvonne, I know you care about me. I just don't want to be hurt again. Like that time with Aiden."

Wincing, I remember the french hottie. Asshole, pretending to like my friend just so he could hit on me. Ugh I'm glad I disabled his reproducing organ. Idiot. 

Shaking myself out of it, I pleaded,"this time will be diiiiiiiiiiiiiferent!"

Falling back on the bed, I could almost hear Melody thinking. Finally, she shrugged. "Fine. You know best. Let's get this show on the road."

Squealing, I jumped up and bounced a bit, clapping my hands. "Yes! When I'm done with you, you'll look even better than right now!'

As I walked to my closet again, I heard a vague,"I hope it's different this time. 

Mason's P.O.V

I love Melody.

No, not in that way. 

She's my best gal friend, the girl I can count on to laugh when I burp or fart, the girl I can count on not to cry when I hit her with the soccer ball. 

Melody has always been a part of my life. 

She's not anything special to look at. She has plain brown hair that's wicked long, boring brown eyes, and not much of anything in the chest area. From personal experience, I know she eats like theres no tomorrow and her body reflects a small portion of it. All in all, she's the girl that if you see on the streets, you'll forget in the next 5 seconds. 

But she's our Melody. 

I love the way, she whips me with her hair when she tries to get past me in soccer, the way her eyes almost disappear when she smiles, the way she piles whipped cream and strawberries on her biscuit when we have snacks, the way she doesn't particularily care about how she looks.

I've known Mel for such a long time that it's impossible for me to feel those feelings ofr her. 

Right?

So why did my heart skip a beat when I saw her come down the stairs?

Melody was wearing a flowy, turquoise, greek-style dress that had thick straps connected my gold rings at the shoulders and a silver braided belt that somehow emphazied her waist. Somehow, Yvonne had managed to pull all her hair up into a messy bun, styled with a few strands framing ehr face. I could see that Melody somehow persuaded her to go light on the makeup with ontly enhanced eyelashes and pink lipgloss. 

I was snapped out of my reverie by a sneeze from Melody. Retaining some of my "playboy" charm, I smirked and said,"I'd say bless you, but clearly god already did that."

Blushing then laughing at my lame pick-up line, Melody descended the rest of the stairs and gave me a slight hug. "How's my little boy doing?" she said, ruffling my hair. "We should really hang out more."

Ever since soccer season started, I've been a lot more busy. Nodding and smiling, I lightly wrapped my arms around her waist. "Anything for my Mel."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne watching Travis's expression carefully, Following her gaze, I saw his face. 

And I can honestly say, green isn't his color.

A/N:Fluff, fluff, fluff. I might just turn this into a book. Hmmmmm.....yup. Sounds good.