Signals Crossed

10

"What?" He asked then looked at Mel for confirmation.

She nodded not quite sure how he would react.

"Oh." Was all he said.

Mike and Yauch glanced at one another and looked concerned.

Myron gently pulled Melanie away so he could talk with her privately. "You should have let me tell him."

"What is he, five years old? Oh wait, I already know the answer to that."

"Don't talk that way about him. He's my best friend."

"Why?"

Melanie was beyond offended. "That is rude Myron."

"I am sorry sweetie but he is always a dick to me."

"I will talk to him." She said then began pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"Are you sure he just wants to be your friend?"

Mel laughed. "TRUST ME. I am not his type."

Myron looked at her curiously. "I don't understand."

"Don't worry about that. I will talk to him."

"If you think it will help." He said then pulled her hair tie out. "Your hair is beautiful, please don't put it up."

Ad was listening in the wings. He couldn't take it anymore. "See you back in School."he said as he walked out of the cafe.

Mike followed him. "Hey, wait up Rock!"

Yauch watched as Myron had a disagreement with Mel about her hair. Yauch shook his head then ran after his friend.

When he caught up, they simply walked side by side. Finally, Yauch broke the tension and said, "Doesn't he know you never tell Mel to leave her hair down?"

"You can't TEll her to do anything."

"Rookie mistake."

Ad just kept walking then stopped short. "What does she see in that prick?"

"Well, he likes her. He is smart, I guess."

Ad faced him. "She said this to you?"

"No, absolutely not."

Ad sighed.

Yauch placed his hands on Ad's shoulders. "Hey. You two are best friends. Just talk to her about it."

Yauch gently tapped Ad on the cheek and ruffled his hair. "On a cheerier note, we are playing tonight at TJ's house party."

"Are you fuckin' serious, bro?"

Yauch nodded then hugged him.

Later that evening, the boys were about to take the "stage" in TJ's living room.

"I don't understand why we have to spend our evening at this..."

Myron was interrupted by one of their peers running past them with no clothing on shouting, "Beastieeeee boyyyyyys."

Myron shook his head. "Mel, please. I can feel our brain cells dying every second we are here."

She hugged him. "I just need to see my boys perform, okay?"

"You mean your BOY." he mumbled.

She let go and studied him. "What?"

"Horovitz. You choose him over me constantly."

"I do not." She said defensively.

"Oh, YES you do."

Just then the boys came out and started performing.

Mel's attention was completely on Ad-Rock. A quick glance around the crowd reminded her that she was not the only one.

She watched how flirtatious he was with the girls in the crowd. There was a lot of lyrics about partying and messing with girls. At one point, they were pouring drinks on each other and asking for the boys to sign parts of their bodies.

Mel turned to back to Myron and said, "I guess you are right, I..."

He was gone.