Fate | c.g

10

"Hold up. We don't even know a lot about each other. Let's hotseat!" I say because I wanted to be more that a random girl to him. "Okay how does hot seating work?" I grab the chair from my desk and put it in the middle of the room. "Sit down" I say. He sits and says "what now?"
"I'm going to ask you 6 questions, you have a chance to pass only two of them."
"Okay, shoot." He says pointing at me.
"What happened to your mom?" I know it's a hefty question but, no one seems to talk about her. "I don't exactly know. She wasn't a very good mom anyway. She was almost never here and she would always come to us if she wanted something. I was at military school when she died."
"Sorry."
"It's aight baby girl." He smugly says flashing a smile. "Did you get good grades in school?"
"Pass. But only because I hated school so I hated talking about it." Fair enough.
"Have you ever had a bad breakup. If so with who and what happened?"
"Girl named dom. I had just gotten out of juvie and I really liked her. We dated for a few and her dad hated me. There was only one problem tho, she said she couldn't go down on me if I wasn't circumcised."
"Your not circumcised?"
"I am now. I spent all of my savings on it, just to please that stupid girl. And you know what happened?"
"What?"
"After we broke up she dated another guy and guess what? He wasn't fucking circumcised." He seemed sad about it but his face quickly lit up. "Next question!"
"Okay. Ummm. Who is your favourite sibling?"
"Prolly Liam cause he's not as annoying as the others." He shrugs
"When's your birthday?"
"19th August. Check it in your diary baby." (I don't actually know Carl's bday🙂)
"That's all six questions. Get up, my turn!" He gets up and sits on my bed.
"Q1: when's your birthday?"
"Easy, 6th of July."
"Q2: who's your fave celebrity?"
"I feel bad now."
"Why?"
"I asked you personal questions."
"It's all fine babygirl."
"Okay. My favourite celebrity is Evan Peters. So my favourite show is American horror story."
"Cool. Q3: Are you a virgin?"
"Pass." I change my mind "yes I am" he smiles and continues. "Q4: have you ever had a bad breakup. If so with who and why?"
"Yes. His name was Marco. He dated me for a bet. And me being me actually fell in love with him. I had a crush on him for ages." I don't care about what happened anymore so I told him.
"Fucking prick. Q5: What was in that orange notebook?" I was contemplating whether to tell him or not. "It's my song book. I write songs in it. Well I used to."
"So you can sing?"
"Somewhat. And that's six questions so your welcome sir." I say bowing down.

Carl's pov
I spot a piano in the corner of her room. "You said you can sing. So sing for me." I say pointing to the piano. "No. Besides I haven't sang in ages."
"Pleassseeee?" She pauses for a long time and says "fine" after letting out a long sigh. She walks over to the piano and sits down. "Um this song is called Tyler Durden."
"Like, Tyler Durden from fight club?"
"Yes. Now be quiet if you want me to sing." I sit patiently waiting for her to start. (The vid is madison beer singing it but imagine it as Melanie.) ——————after the song——————
I stare in shock. Not only is this girl beautiful and funny but she's really fucking talented too. "That was amazing!" She covers her face. "I was a bit rusty. I haven't sang since my sister died." How can someone sound that good and say they sound 'rusty'? "No baby girl that was so good. I mean in my opinion you sound better than Beyoncé." I stand there with my arms crossed. A loud laugh fills the room. I look over to Melanie and she's having a laughing fit. "You're really funny!" She says in between laughs. "No one could ever top Queen Bee. Well people can top her but definitely not me." She exclaims loudly. She sneezes. "Bless you."
"Thanks. I think I'm getting a cold." My phone rings.

Melanie's pov
Carl's phone rings. He looks at the screen. The smile that was on his face fades. He answers the phone call. "Yo! What's up ma g?" Whoa. Carl's mannerisms just changed in a matter of seconds. I sit on my bed pretending to be on my phone. But instead I'm eavesdropping. The person on the other end is talking so he's listening. "So this dude has got grams and you want me to get them." Grams? Grams as in drugs? "So Monday 3pm he'll be at the Lara hotel?.....ok I'll come through fam." He closes the phone. "Grams as in drugs?"
"Yes but I'm not getting you involved."
"Why not?" I pull the stroppiest face I can. "I'm good at spying!"
"Nope."
"Can I at least come with you. I can be your watch out."

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