The Melody Of Us

Shelby Brown can sting better than a honey bee

I click on the 'send' button and give out a sigh. Not of relief, mind you.

Oh god.

What did I just do?

I turn around in my chair and look at Heather, who is busy chatting with someone.

"Heath?" I ask. She doesn't respond, which makes me furious. "Heather?"

She's so freaking engrossed in her chat that she can't even make out the extent of where my anger is going.

Well, not good.

"Heather Winston!" I shout and she freaks out, her phone falling down on the floor.

"W-what d-did I d-do?!" She shrieks and I roll my eyes at her lame speaking skills.

My sweet little kid!

"Who's got your attention all wrapped up, huh?" I ask, plopping down beside her.

"Uh..." a pathetic shade of red crawls up her neck and attacks her cheeks. I make a face.

"Say it." I say, bored. Heather can seriously make you yawn pathetically sometimes.

"Well, Ray Mitchell might have sent me a friend request on Facebook. And I may have accepted it...?"

"Seriously, Heather? Of all the guys out there, you chose that gutter pig? What's wrong with that head of yours?"

"Liana, chuck it. What happened between you two, huh? Why do you despise him so damn much?"

"That, my friend, will remain to be a mystery.

"Good for you." She grins and goes back to whatever she had been doing.

I groan and snatch her phone away from her, throwing it inside my drawer.

"Hey!" She protests and I glare at her.

Nada! You can't beat my glare! Nothing can!

"Fine!" She says and sits cross legged in front of me. "What is it?"

"I sent the mail." I say, my voice bitterly monotonous.

"That's good, isn't it?"

"I'm an idiot. What was I thinking?!" I slap my forehead and groan.

"Hey, calm down. I know you're an idiot, but why do you think so?"

"Because I thought he'd actually see that mail. Don't you get it? He's a freaking Greek God blessed with an aptitude for music! That was a game he was playing, like any other famous personality. Do you really think he'll get back to one of his fans and patch up with that person for a duet? Of course not! Oh god, this is mad!"

Well, too late.

"Why don't we check online if what he said was true?" Heather says, grabbing my laptop from the bedside table.

"What do you mean?" I frown. She just smiles sweetly at me and opens YouTube. "Why are you opening YouTube?"

"Shut up for Christ's sake!"

"Fine."

Heather steals the screen away from me and types something, followed by sticking in my ear phones and squinting at the screen. I mentally roll my eyes at her childish demeanor.

Two minutes pass on like a snap, and she smiles triumphantly.

"Aha!" She rubs her palms together and grins at me. "We've got this."

"Would you, in the name of the Holy Bible, tell me what's going on in that bizarre head of yours?" I say, totally exasperated.

"Trust me, girl. You're gonna kiss my feet as soon as you see this."