Rebel Yell

Little Dancer

The video above is what Mel dances to. The blonde in all black clothes and purple shoes and at the beginning, who dances first is suppose to be Mel.

I was in the living room, moving all  the furniture so I had room to dance. I walked over to the coffee table and turned the music on. I start dancing, I dance until I the music turns off. I looked over and see Vic standing by the coffee table.

"Why did you do that?" I asked looking at her.

"Because this is my living room, and I want to watch a movie and eat some popcorn. Now put the furniture back were they belong." she said pointing at the furniture.

I sighed as I started to move a purple chair and the coffee table to their original spots. I pushed the couch back to its spot in front of the window. "Thanks for the help." I said as I fell down on the couch.

"I had my hands full." she said before sitting down next to me.

"You could have set down the fucking bowl of popcorn." I told her before grabbing a handful of popcorn. "This has no flavor." I complained.

"I like it that way. I hate butter and salt on popcorn." she said

"I can't eat this crap." I said getting up and walking to the kitchen and grabbing a beer out of the fridge. I opened it before walking back into the kitchen.

"You're underage." she said taking the bottle away from me.

I grabbed it back, "It makes the popcorn taste better." I said before taking a sip, "What are we watching?"

"Pretty Woman." Vic smiled

"No, why?" I asked looking at her.

"Because I can't sit through another horror movie, Mel." she said

"What was wrong with The Amityville Horror?" I asked with a mouthful of popcorn.

"It's fucked up." she said.

I chuckled, before looking at the tv. I got up and started to dance behind the couch and into the kitchen.

I walked over to the Gallagher house, and knocked and waited. The door opened and I saw a tall man looking at me, "Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"Mel Milkovich." I said pushing him off to the side as I walked inside the house.

"Milkovich? Any relation to Mickey?" the man asked as he sat down in a chair.

"I'm Mickey's twin." I told him looking around. "Is Fiona around?"

"She's somewhere." he said twirling his fingers in the air.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Debby and Lip, "Hello, Gallag-" I said before Debby hugged me.

"Mel, how'd you get in?" she asked looking up at me.

"The Freddie Kruger reject sitting in the living room let me in." I smiled at her.

"Yeah, the Freddie Kruger reject is Frank, our father." Lip said

"You came from that?" I asked as I pried Debbie off of me and walked over to the table.

"Yeah." Lip said. "So...what are you doing here?" he asked sitting next to me.

"I was going to ask Fiona if you guys could come to benefit that my dance class is having." I said.

"I would love that." Debbie yelled, "I'll go find Fiona."  she said running up stairs.