I walked downstairs slowly, in just my robe and I saw my dad sitting on his chair, reading a book.
"Melanie?" he called.
"Why are you up so early? It's Sunday, sweetie."
"I know. I couldn't sleep."
"Oh. Well, hey, Nicholas and Bruno are coming home tomorrow."
"Oh yeah. Cool."
Nicholas and Bruno are my brothers. They had a break from college.
"Well, there's some milk in the fridge and some Oreos in the pantry."
My dad always knew what I wanted. I smiled at him at heartily munched down some Oreos and drank a big glass of milk. Oh, crap. Adam was coming today. When my came down, I told her.
"Well, ok. Have fun."
At around 12:00, my sister came down, her hair in a messy bun. Her pink pajamas too loose on her and her bunny slippers too tight. I smiled at her. She looked funny.
When it was 5, I called Adam who came over at 5:30.
"Hey," he said. He had a bunch of supplies in his arms.
"Lemme help you with that," I said grabbing a couple of bags. I led him to my room and we spread out a gigantic poster board and started. We went around the whole poster board, until our hands met. I blushed. He twisted his fingers into mine and kissed my hand. My heart leaped.
When we were almost finished, well it was now around 9, we stopped.
We leaned against my bed, our bodies inches a part.
"So," he said, "you an Mickey have been friends since kindergarten?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Yeah... he's really awesome. You should get to know him. He plays hockey, isn't all that stupid, really cares for his friends, he loves to hang out with his girlfriend Amber, he is... almost perfect."
I realized I was going overboard.
"Sorry," I said.
Adam moved closer to me and started to kiss my neck. I didn't like where this was going. I tried to move away, but he just followed. He moved closer and closer to my lips.
He looked at me.
"Stop! .... please..."
"Why should I?" he asked.
"It makes me feel uncomfortable."
"But you kissed me willingly yesterday."
"Yeah, but yesterday you were sweet and all."
"I can be sweet."
He my shoulder and pulled a bit of my t-shirt down revealing my bra strap. He moved that down, too.
"You pervert!" I bitch-slapped him.
"Ouch, sweetheart. Don't do that..."
He kissed me on the lips and I pushed him off.
"Okay, okay. I was just trying to make our relationship more interesting."
Adam walked downstairs and left. I ran back to my room and called Mickey. I was about to cry.
"Hello, Mickey?" I said in a weepy voice.
"Mel, what's wrong?"
"Can you... *sniff*... come to my house for a couple of minutes?"
"Sure, I'll be there in five minutes."
I went under my covers and tears started to flow out of my eyes. I couldn't stop crying. I waited for Mickey. He came and saw me like this.
"Mel, baby, what's wrong?"
I told him everything. I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Sweetheart, are you ok?" I nodded. My eyeliner and mascara was probably smudged and I probably looked like a mess, but Mickey had seen me like this before when my dog died. Mickey stroked my hair and looked concerned.
"I'm fine," I said sniffing, "really."
"Do you want me to stay? I'd be happy, too."
I nodded. Mickey talked to me and tried to make me laugh. It kind of worked. He wrapped his arms around me to make me feel safe and he always wiped the tears that came out of my eyes. He lifted my chin.
"Baby," he said, "are you ok, now?"
I nodded. He kissed my forehead.
"You can go, now."
"Are you sure?"
"Okay, sweeheart," he said, "tell me if you need anything."
Mickey went out and jumped off the balcony and waved good-bye. I smiled, just to make him happy. I curled up in my covers and thought about what just happened.