Chocolate Boys

[9] A Phone Call

Okay so the Melanie concert was the best experience of my life

Although it was a few weeks ago

Cries

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Mel's POV

As I enter my small flat, I grimace at the decorations. If only I didn't have needed to go to hospital, I could be in my gorgeous tour-bus. These walls are a sickening bright white, and the floor pale floorboards, no sign of any design or style. At least my room has some of my vintage toys.

I grab one of my chocolate chip cookies which I am so grateful for here, where England's "biscuits" are so bland and, sugarless. The chocolate melts on my tongue, the cookie crunching satisfyingly as I bite it. Soon I have eaten three, and put the lid back on my cute little pink jar.

I go to my small little desk and start shuffling through pages of ideas and lyrics for my next album, when my phone rings. Is it Dan? Did I leave something in his car?

I pick it up, and it's Steve who answers. (It is Steve right I have no idea comment if not aha)

"Hey Melanie! So, I know you just got out of hospital, you should of called me about that by the way, I'm supposed to be keeping you safe. Anyway, so you have your concert in a few days, very exciting blah blah blah, but I just need to check up on a few things..."

I sigh in exasperation as he begins to list everything I have been told about 100 times. I just hum okay a few times, and I suppose he gives up on getting me to listen. Of course I love going on tour, and meeting everyone, but sometimes I just want to crawl deep into the earth and hide with just my teddy bears and guitar. The outside world can be so terrifying.

He begins to say his farewells, when I suddenly remember something that would probably be good to mention to him.

"Wait! Steve? Okay, okay, so I met this guy Dan and he's really sweet and we are good friends, can he come to my concert in Heaven, under my tab?" I wait anxiously for his reply. I know Dan probably wouldn't mind if I couldn't, but I don't like letting people down. Being let down so much makes me shy away from making others feel it.

"Oh, sure, of course! But no more, we can't have too many people just getting in under your say so, last time people caught on, and a few people who probably weren't involved had to be thrown out. Remember?" The memory makes me feel nervous, but I know I can never let that happen again.

"Yeah, I know what happened, that why I upped the security. Everything will be fine. Thanks for calling, I'll see you in a couple of days, bye!"

He says bye too and I hang up. I get my laptop out of its case, and browse through putlocker for any new horror movies which have come out recently. Or anything old that has only just been uploaded. Settling for an old 70's film I get another cookie, a glass of milk, turn the lights and close the curtains. I huddle under the covers, letting myself be entranced by what is in front of me.

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Okay, so quite a short chapter, but I really want to establish the characters a lot in this story, to make a lot of room for character development

More info on the Dan and Phil incident in the next chapter!!!