Fallen Angels [DISCONTINUED]

Aster

Thank God for YouTube, or I never would have been able to shoot Nathaniel down like that! It had taught me how to fight and defend myself against the everyday fists, taunts, and mockery. I was the steel barrier who protected us from outsiders and enemies like Nathaniel. YouTube had been my savior amidst the sea of bullying.

November's sun momentarily blinded me as I stepped out in front of school. As the spots ceased dancing and eased off, a lone figure was crouched over broken bits and pieces.
That couldn't be Melody....?
Oh yes it is! An inner voice retorted.
Shoot! Oh shoot! Those couldn't be her brand new headphones! (And I sure as heck didn't need my inner voice to determine that!)

My feet pounded on the pavement towards the curb, but my heart fell to my feet when my eyes met Meloldy's...and her broken Beats.
"Come on. We're going to Target." I grabbed her wrist and pulled a crestfallen Mel to her feet. "It'll be ok!" I hugged her, an attempt to comfort her. "I worked so hard!" Her voice cracked and she looked up at me, eyes watery with tears. "And it's not fair how they can walk up and destroy them, just like that!" My best friend tried to snap, but upon failing, she howled and threw her head on my shoulder. "I have enough money in my wallet to get you a new pair," I thumbed through my dollar bills and twenties, and discovered a hundred. "No! I'll never be able to pay you back!" Melody scrubbed her eyes, following me in my wake, towards the shopping mall.

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"Oh no!" We breathed in unison, staring at the display case. Not one was the same color as Melody's original pair. "Do you think you could convince your parents that they're the same...?" I trailed off, looking over. "Yeah..Let's get 'em!" My friend squeezed out a dollop of forced cheerfulness and grabbed a pair off the shelf. 

"I kinda like the purple than the blue a little better anyways!" Melody smiled as I browsed through the makeup aisle. "Uh-huh," I replied absently, plucking up a tube of bright red lipstick. "Was it Skylar and Rosalind?"

"No, Violet..."
"Humph. They've just messed with the wrong people! Go grab me shaving cream, toilet paper, hair dye, and spray paint. I'll call everyone else and grab a few more things." A thought occurred to me. "Your parents won't notice how long you've been gone, right?"
"I'd better call them!" Melody took off down the aisles, dialing her cell. "Tell them we're all going out for ice-cream!" I shouted.
My PIC turned around, her phone lodged between her ear and shoulder. "Kay!"
"Let's get this show on the road!" I smirked and began to contact the gang.
Rosalind and Violet were going to regret they even touched those headphones!