Unspoken Love *Lohanthony*

1 Room

**Melissa's POV**

I hear some yelling upstairs. It's feels so weird, I forget people have problems other then me.

**Flashback**

I open the door and I see mom waiting for me with the box of dye I used a couple days ago. Can't believe she just figured it out.

"OH MY GOD!" Mom says throwing her hands in the air. She's already 100% done with me.

"Do you like it?" I follow her to her room and give her an awkward smile.

"Melissa!!! DOOO I LIKEEE IT? THATS WHAT YOU SAIDDDD???!! DO I LIKE IT" she says mimicking my motions.

She takes a while to calm down and I just awkwardly stand their fidgeting with the ends of my hair.

"Mel, your brown beautiful curls".

She lays down on the bed with her right arm over her forehead.

"I didn't like them anyways. I feel like blonde suits me better. Brings out my eyes too." I say walking over to her.

She rolls over to the other side which shows she doesn't want to see me.

"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND OKAY!!? ITS HARD NOT BEING LIKE THE OTHERS. GETTING JUDGED CAUSE YOUR DIFFERENT. I HATE IT." I knock over her lamp and leave.

Since then we haven't spoke. Since then she hasn't looked over at me.

**Back to Present**

I sit down on the kitchen chair and peel a banana cause I didn't feel comfortable searching through their cabinets.

"Melissa, oh hi sweetie. Anthony will be down. I'm so sorry for all the yelling around this house." She says opening cabinets.

"It's alright. It happens to everyone" I say biting down on the banana.

Anthony comes down and motions me back to the living room. I get up and follow him.

"Here's something for you guys to munch on" Ms.quintal says placing refreshments and junk food in front of us.

"Okay so I was planning for us to work on world war 2 but if you have any other plans we can compromise" Anthony says laying down papers

"WWII is fine" I say pulling out my notes and starting my part of the project.

For a straight hour we didn't speak but then Anthony breaks the silence.

*Anthony's POV**

"Okay I cannot stand the silence and doing homework anymore" I think to myself dropping my pencil.

I look over at Melissa doing her part of the project. I still remember a few months ago how she had her brown curly hair, instead of platinum straight golden hair just like the others.

I break the silence.

"It wasn't my fault you know" I say to her.

She looks up with her piercing gray eyes.

"I'm still sorry" I confess reaching over for the cookies.

"Fuck my diet" I think to myself halfway through the cookie.