If Tomorrow Never Comes
Chapter 1
Melanee pulled out her black skirt and her black pants. She held them up against
herself and considered each outfit carefully.
“Shane,” Melanee called, down the stairs, “can you come here a minute.”
Melanee could hear Shane running up the stairs then stopping outside the door, “are
you decent?” he asked, poking his head through the door.
“Oh, give it up Shane, you’ve seen me naked before,” Melanee said, rolling her eyes,
“so I’m sure a bra and undies won’t bother you.”
Shane pulled open the door and smiled at his best friend, “wow, you look great, Mel,”
he said, sitting down on her bed.
Melanee reached over and slapped him playfully, “be serious, Shane,” she said, holding
up the pants and then the skirt, “which one looks better?”
Shane looked at each outfit, patiently, then finally made up his mind, “those pants,
and this top,” he said, throwing her a small, silver, glittery top, which showed
off just enough of her stomach to reveal her pierced belly-button.
“Beautiful,” Shane said, sincerely, when Melanee had put on her outfit, “now put
on these boots, and let’s go.”
Melanee smiled and took the boots from Shane and placed them on her feet, “I’m really
excited, you know,” she said, sitting down beside Shane and resting her head on his
shoulders, “I hope the guys in the band like me!”
Shane laughed quietly and placed his arm around Melanee’s back, “don’t worry, they’re
great guys, you’ll like them a lot.”
Melanee smiled and kissed Shane softly on the cheek, “well let’s get going then,
we don’t wanna be late,” she said, getting up and pulling Shane to his feet, “I wanna
make a good first impression, after all!”
Shane laughed once more as Melanee hopped down the stairs, excitedly, like a child,
running into the kitchen to grab something to eat before the party.
“What do you want to eat, Shane,” Melanee called from the kitchen.
“I’ve already eaten,” Shane yelled back, “Fia cooked.”
“Oh,” Melanee said, sticking her head around the doorway and raising her eyebrows,
“did she now?”
Shane threw a nearby cushion at her and ran into the kitchen, “yes, are you making
fun of me?” he asked, threatening her with another cushion.
Melanee laughed, “no, ofcourse not Shaney, baby,” she said, picking up a weapon in
the form of a spoon, “I’d never…”
Shane made a dash and grabbed Melanee around the stomach and quickly wrestled her
to the ground, “are you quite sure about that?”
Melanee squealed and started thumping Shane around his stomach, “let go of me, let
go!” she cried, stabbing him with the spoon.
“Ow!” Shane called, wriggling from Melanee’s grip and crawling away, behind the couch.
Melanee picked herself up off the floor and dusted off her pants, “Shane, stop fooling
around!” she said, pulling him off the floor, “I’ll just grab an apple and then we
can go.”
“What?” Shane said, dusting off his jeans and his jacket, “you can’t have an apple
for dinner!”
“Well, I would’ve had something more, if a certain somebody hadn’t wrestled me to
the ground!” Mel pointed out, washing an apple and shoving it in her handbag.
Shane looked at Mel and began to sniff deliberately, “I’m sorry….”
Melanee tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably, “oh come here, you!”
she said grabbing Shane and pushing him toward the door, “let’s go, or we’ll be really
late!”
Shane and Melanee bustled out the door, heading toward Mel’s new Porche boxter.
“I still can’t believe you have a Porche,” Shane said, shaking his head, “you’re
only 19, for Christ's sake!”
Mel smiled, “well, what can I say,” she said, unlocking the car door, “my dad thought
I deserved it for my acceptance into the show!”
Shane shook his head again, “I can’t believe my best friend is hosting a TV show….”
Melanee smiled and hopped into the car next to Shane and drove off in the direction
of the club.