SORRY- -------- Sweeney's POV: My heart stopped. She asked me out... I'm pretty sure my face was as red as an apple. It took me a while to process what she said, and I blinked a few times. This is a dream come true, but also a nightmare. I do like Melodie, truly. But I don't want anything to happen to her. Not like Nellie. I was having trouble swallowing, and I couldn't speak. I guess I could give it a try. I really do like her. "A-Ah... Y-Yes... Of course," I said, with a quick nod of my head. Even though I want this to happen, an image of Nellie flashes in my mind. I slightly smiled at her, and hugged her closely. "Melodie, please be careful. I don't want something to happen to you. Not like Nellie," I whispered, and hugged her for a while. Oh Melodie... Please be careful. ---- Fuck yes.
:3 >:3 LOVELY JOB DEAR- ---------------------- Melodie~ My face was a bright shade of red in his arms, and on automatic instinct, I wrapped my arms around him. My heart was stopping and somewhat beating faster each minute. "I promise, I will.." I said, nodding, and looking at his face. His face was a crimson red, and as I gently kissed his cheek, I jumped at the sound of a car horn and a yell. "Melodie Raine! Let's go!" my mother barked from the car. My face flushed, and I ran my mouth quickly,"S-Sorry! I'll see you tomorrow, Sweeney!" I smiled crookedly, and fumbled down a set of stairs and yelled after my mom,"Coming Mum!" I couldn't focus. He said yes. I was banging my head against the door, and hiding my face from my mom and spoke in mumbles. "How was your day, Melodie?" "A-Ah..Fine..." I stammered, shaking. "Mhm. Was that Sweeney?" she asked, keeping her eyes locked on the road. "Y-Yes mother..." I responded nervously. I was scared about her asking about why we were-Fuck. "So. You two were hugging and you kissed him-" she snorted, glancing back at me quickly, before stopping at a stoplight. "Y-Yes, mom.." "Explanation?" "B-Because I-I-I-" I couldn't finish. I shut my eyes tightly, finishing the sentence in my head, sending the thought to her. She slammed on her breaks in the middle of the road like someone just called her a rude name or something. "Melodie Raine Harveed!" she barked, parking our car in the driveway. I thought she was pissed off. The hell? She was happy!? "I'm so happy!" she grinned, squishing me. "Erm..." I mumbled, turning pink. "Haha, I think that's spectacular!" she squealed. She marched into the house, yelling about it too. My brothers snorted at me as I walked up the stairs. My dad just awkwardly continued to read. Dear god help me.
LOVELY- ----- Sweeney's POV: My face returned to it's normal color and I waved to her, smiling slightly. I waited for my father to come, which was about another twenty minutes. My father was a good man. He looked a bit like me, but he had light brown hair and green eyes. My mother has the most resemblance to me. Black messy hair, and deep red eyes. I'm also a demon, like Melodie. I can hover, but I can't really fly. I can read peoples minds, and I can talk to people through my mind. It's quite fun, actually. Nellie also looked like me. But she was a little shorter. She was a bit paler also, but she was pretty. I also see Melodie as Nellie. She has the same personality, but I've never heard Melodie sing. Nellie was a phenomenal singer, she just wouldn't admit it. My father arrived, and we drove home in silence, pretty much. He was still very upset about Nellie's passing. She was like his daughter, I guess. "How is Melodie?" He asked. I swallowed. "She's good. Beautiful as always," I ran my mouth. My eyes widened, as he smiled. "You like her, I see," he chuckled. "I-I..." I stammered. "It's alright, Sweeney," he said as he pulled in the driveway, he got out of the car, and walked inside. "It happens to all of us," he said rather loudly. I sighed and walked into my room. ---- Long... I think.
Melodie~ I stared at my ceiling. It's three in the morning. The fuck? Super distracted, and I can't fucking sleep. I groaned, and rubbed my eyes. I just decided to think about multiple subjects at one time. Sweeney, Nellie, camp, what the hell am I going to do? I got up and thought, oh why not! Go visit Nellie's gravestone. I got up, and took a freezing cold shower and dressed nicely. I can't really see at three in the morning, but since all I really wear is black, green and more fucking black, it doesn't matter. I wore my black jeans, and my green turtleneck. I was always awkwardly selfconcious of my neck.. Anyway- I grabbed my house keys, and quietly left the house. I took my pocket watch as well. It was a ten minute walk of silence and serenity before mourning began. I sighed, sitting next to Nellie's gravestone, talking to her. People probably would've looked at me and gone,"The hell? That crazy girl is talking to herself..." I remember when we used to dance together, and the tears leaked out of my eyes. "Oh Nellie..." I sighed, my voice cracked and my pale face speckled red. "I miss you lots, lass..." I sang for Nellie, hugging my knees, and forcing a smile for her as I sit beside her gravestone.