Taste Sugar (oneshot)

Part 2

  After school on Friday, my mother drops me off at home and leaves with my father. I think they're going to dinner before the club. But currently I'm not worrying about my parents.. I'm worrying about Melanie.
  I would be partying because of the weekend right now, but, unfortunately, I am forced to clean up the house before Melanie arrives. Melanie already thinks so bad of me. If she didn't like my house, that would just add to the list.
  When she finally arrives outside my door, I look through the window to see Melanie chewing bubblegum. She blows a bubble, it pops, and it explodes onto her face. Melanie peels the sticky, pink substance off her face and begins to chew it again. I must of been staring at her for too long as now, instead of gum, the only thing on her face is an annoyed expression. Sighing, I open the door for her. She mumbles a "thank you", still smacking her gum.
  "Is there a trash can here?" She wonders, looking around.
  "Umm.. Right over there," I respond, pointing to the kitchen.
  She stomps to the trash can and spits out her gum.
  Melanie looks to me and recites, "Well are we gonna start or what??"
  "Totally, yeah.."
  We walk into my living room and both sit on the couch.
  Just as I was in the midst of pulling out my science book, Melanie mutters something about being hungry and goes off to the kitchen.
  I'm irritated, but I try to keep my cool.

  When we are in the kitchen, Melanie first looks to me, then to her surroundings, and puts her hands on her hips.
  "Is there any good food in here??"
  "You haven't even lo-" She cuts me off.
  "Are there any cookies?!!" she queries, seeming eager.
  "Well maybe if you'd lo-"
  "Y/N, just tell me if there are any damn cookies, for fudge sakes!"
  "There's some in the pantry.." I feel defeated. My sassy mood has left.

  Moments later, we both have prepared two small platters of cookies and two glasses of milk.
  I wasn't complaining of course. Sometimes Melanie's a bitch, but she can also be a bitch with good ideas.
  She flops back onto the couch, a grin playing on her lips. I curse myself for staring, but why'd she have to be so gosh darn cute?
  Melanie was already shoving a cookie in her mouth the moment she landed on my couch.
  "Hey puddin', why aren't you eating?" she asks.
  "Well I was abo-" She cuts me off yet again.
  "Like I care.."
  "Well you asked."
  Melanie sets down her plate and looks me in the eyes. She sighs.
  "You know, why must we not like each other? Why must I be so mean to you? Why can't we just be friends?" Words tumble out of her mouth.
  "I'm not sure, Mel." I shrug.
  There's a silence before I speak up again.
  "I mean there really isn't any reason. Right?"
  "Right. I guess."
  "And it's not like there's a reason to hate each other. Right?"
  "Right..."
  "And I - And I," I don't why I said this but - "I kind of - like - like you, Melanie."
  She laughs. Not a rude one though. It was kind.
  "That's just funny because I kind of - like - like you too."
  I look at her like she's insane.
  "But-" She cuts me off, but this time, with a kiss.
  She grabs my chin and our lips meet. It is unlike anything I've ever felt before. It felt nice, like a dream.
  And, the best part, I could taste the sugar on her lips.
                      [roll credits]