Melody smiles sheepishly at me, raising her eyebrows in a questioning look. "Mia? What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same," I replied. "What are you doing here?"
She sighed. "It's a long story."
"Mine is too," I stated.
"Well then, I'll go first," she says. "So remember when we met at the concert and I told you I moved to Italy because my dad was in the military?"
"Yeah?" I nodded.
"Yeah... that was kind of a total lie. Basically, I'm what you call nowadays, a Fake Fangirl. I pretended to be a fake fan of Justin Bieber just to get a kick out of being a rebellion and somehow they caught me. I've been taken from my home to be imprisoned... and well... you know the rest."
"But you were at the concert?" I pointed out.
She nods. "I also happen to manage to escape from the clutches of the Fangirls a billion of times. I was imprisoned in Italy at the time I just had to go to a concert to see an old friend, even if he doesn't know I'm alive..."
"Wait," I said, my mind starting to connect puzzle pieces together. "Did your old friend happen to be Michael Clifford?"
She gaped at me, confused as to how I knew the answer. "Yes, how do you know that?"
I chuckled. "I guess it's my turn to tell my story."
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After I finished, Melody gives me a look I couldn't quite decipher. It was a mixture of incredulous and possibly... respect?
"Wow," she nods at me. "So we're kind of in the same boat."
"Yup," I sighed.
"You know Savannah?"
"Knew," I corrected. "This isn't the Savannah I befriended. It's like she's controlled by some monster. This isn't her."
"And you know Michael?" Melody asks.
"Yes," I said. "But like I said, I screwed things up..."
"You didn't screw anything up, Mia," she shakes her head at me. "You were just protecting him, and I admire you for that. You know, I still care about Michael."
I smiled at her. "I know you do. And o do too, but now we're trapped her..."
She laughs. "Not for long."
"What do you mean?" I questioned, confused.
"Like I said before, I've managed to escape these Fangirls a billion times," she reminds me. "I know how to get out."
"You do?" My heart lifted in hope.
"Yes, but this time, I want this to be the last time I escape," she tells me. "I want to take down Christine Furder and her minions, for good."
"How will we do that?" I ask her.
"You, Mia, will lead a Fake Fangirl Rebellion with me," she said. "As well as the rest of the captives in this prison. I know where they keep the weapons and when we infiltrate them, we're good."
I was so very tempted to agree with this, but there was something holding me back. Like this wasn't such a good idea; like if I do this I would get seriously hurt. Maybe I was unwilling to do this because of trust issues, considering the last time I trusted someone so dearly they stabbed in the back...
"I know you're too scared to trust me, Mia, and I understand that," Melody breaks me from my trance. "But we need you. We need your intelligence, and we need your strength. I promise you won't be betrayed this time."
