David and Sarah: Our Story

Pretty People and David Gold

I'll admit, I was a little bit shocked when I met Melody Smith (or as David called her, Mels ), and I may have sort of possibly let it show.  Maybe.  Just a little. 

I had pictured your usual mean girl, tall, model thin, but with, you know, a bigger chest, and a bunch of makeup, particularly pink stuff, and designer clothes.  I had imagined that she would turn her nose up at me, and look away all snotty, and possibly start making out with her honey-wunney.  Yeah... she was nothing like that.  At all.  Melody was short, extremely so, but one of those people who actually looked really great and a cross between mature and a porcelain doll that your rich little sister might have.  She had curves, there was no doubt about that, but her clothes weren't at all showy about it, like, she was wearing jeans, and a white sweater.  I could've sworn that she glowed too, which was probably just a result of her uber-pale skin, contrasted with dark chocolate hair that fell in super soft waves down and just a little past her shoulders, and a soft pink flushed both into her cheeks and lips.  The cheeks darkened tenfold when David pulled her to his side, though, and her huge brown eyes that were accented with only a little makeup sparkled when she looked back up at him. 

The poor guy was smitten, and I could see why.  Melody was, simply put, gorgeous.  And despite what Teresa had told me, she was pretty likable at first glance.  Which of course put me on edge.  But I also couldn't help it that when Melody offered a soft bell-like "hello", that I found myself feeling merciful.  Which wasn't good.  So at the moment I decided that I was going to have an indirect hatred toward her.  Because I wanted to be angry, and she was sort of raining on that parade.  Stupid good looking nice people. 

David tried to keep a conversation going while taking Melody to her class, which was apparently closer, and the constant chatter made me grind my teeth.  "So, Sarah's from New York, Mels," He told her, smiling fondly at me, at which I glared.  He grinned larger. 

"Big city, it's practically a foreign word here.  Like, you guys actually have a mall.  And stores that are in the plural.  And more than one high school, and, like, you just have stuff."  Melody giggled, sort of bashfully, and his eyes softened, while I tried not to barf. 

"Yes, David, we even have malls in the plural," I said.

He chuckled.  "Well, that's just insane." 

"Oh, completely." 

"I had no idea."

"What on earth did you do with your spare time that one time you went away for football, I wonder?" 

David shrugged and squeezed Melody's waist.  "Pined, mostly.  Melody and I were dating, and I was finding the separation horrible." 

I felt like banging someone's head against a wall, preferably his. 

Melody wrinkled her nose and glanced at him teasingly, losing a trace of her apparent shyness.  "Well, I  was sad, but I'm fairly certain you were just trying out exotic foods." 

"I do love my food." 

We came to a sudden holt, and Melody smiled at him.  "Okay, this is it," She side-hugged David quickly, seeming to curl completely into him.  "It was nice meeting you,"  she said, very soft, her gaze kind when she looked at me.  I watched as she practically floated into her class grace apparent in every step.  If anything, I really  wanted to hate her for that.  But it was kind of hard when she was neither obnoxious or outright mean.  Honestly, I couldn't really understand why she was so widely disliked.  But that was being very, very honest. 

David resumed his step, and I followed, snapping out of my little thought session. 

He grinned down at me, something like gratitude in his eyes.  I bristled. "Mels seemed to like you."