I'll Get Over Her // A Melcinda AU

t.h.r.e.e

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"Melissa! Wake up, your father and I have decided to take you to one of our business meetings today." My mom said, walking into the room. She opened the blinds.

"I don't wanna..." I groaned and pulled a blanket over my head.

"Don't make me get Aaron. I'm sure he'd love to bother you right about now." She said.

"I'm up, I'm up..." I groaned once more, "You know, normal teenagers are asleep at 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning." I pulled myself out of bed.

"Well, you aren't a normal teenager. You are Melissa Lycan, future CEO of Lycan Electronics- the biggest and most successful electronic company in America, I would even argue the world.

"Those teenagers are nothing compared to you, Melissa. You have a legacy of greatness already designed for you. If you keep comparing yourself to them, you'll never find true success." My mom gloated as usual.

I sighed in complete relief once she finally left the room. I was so tired of the constant pedestal she put herself on. I've never been allowed to compare myself to anyone else, let alone want to be normal for once.

She had just insulted my entire generation. Why? Because my parents are so stuck up they can't realize "those people" are still my friends...

~

If my parents actually thought I'd be awake at 7:30 in the morning and be able to pay attention to their dumb board meeting then they really need some help.

I honestly surprised myself in being able to stay awake for the first half hour...

"Mel, I have a confession to make..." Lucinda said to me as she sat down on my bed next to me.

"What's up?"

"I broke up with Katelyn..." She looked into her lap where she was fiddling with her thumbs.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? What happened?" I hugged her.

"No- Nothing happened really, it's just..." She looked me in the eyes, "I'm in love with someone else..."

"Who...?" I questioned, obviously confused. I'd see how they acted around each other...

"You."

"Melissa, sweetie, what do you think about the new LycanMoon 12S Plus?" My mom said, snapping me out of a zone I didn't know I had fallen into.

I looked around the plain boardroom- it really seemed to put the bored in the name. Black chairs were filled with very serious looking business men all surrounded by white walls and white carpet.

The room really seemed to reflect my parents boring personalities...

I looked towards the front to see a younger-looking man who looked to be pitching the new phone idea. He gave me a quick smile as I looked to the giant screen behind him that broadcasted the new design.

I studied it before saying, "I think the new design will bring in more sales due to the innovativity of it. Adding more colors will attract younger children as well. Oh, and bring back the headphone jack to appeal to new customers."

I saw a few nods across the room. I looked over at my parents to see them smiling in approval.

I sighed and went back to my thoughts from earlier...

Was I really that desperate?

~

4/20/15

Yesterday Lucinda told me I need to stop acting like I'm the only person in her life. Apparently, wanting her to be there for me for one of the few times I've needed her makes me selfish...

She said that she needs to focus on her relationship...

That she can't keep worrying about me all the time because she has Katelyn to worry about now too.

She went on to say how we're still best friends, and she still cares about me, but I can't keep expecting her to drop everything for me.

And like, I just don't get how she can just stop being there for me just like that. How she can put someone she's known for not even 8 months above me, her best friend since second grade?

And even though it still hurts, I can't help but feel I still have a crush on her...

Today she told me I looked nice- and it was like my brain was erased of all the times she's hurt me since Katelyn came along.

I just immediately felt my cheeks redden and my whole day went uphill from there...

But I'm straight.

I can't feel this way.

But other people have told me I look nice before- and I didn't feel that way when they said it.

So why is it different now...?

I ran my hand over the old notebook page once again. I found myself doing it pretty often, I really couldn't explain why reminding myself of how it started always seemed to make things worse...

I continued to examine the page. A few rips lined themselves along the edges, I watched as new teardrops stained the paper...

Is this just my life now?