Chapter 15
on that evening, “I thought girls were supposed to be the ones who take forever getting
ready, not guys!”
Shane frowned at his reflection in the mirror, “it just doesn’t suit me?” he said,
turning desperately to Melanee, “please, Mel, you gotta help me!”
Melanee groaned again, then got up off the bed, and went over to Shane. She looked
him up and down, then removed his blue shirt.
“Put this on,” she said, passing him a black t-shirt, “it’s nice, casual and makes
you look damn sexy.”
Shane put it on, then looked at himself once more, and smiled, “Mel, where did you
get this from?” he asked, “it’s great… I didn’t know I owned it…”
“I bought it for you,” Mel said, “and this too.”
Mel passed him a leather jacket and smiled as Shane put it on, “you look great, Shane,”
she said, adjusting his jacket slightly, “but don’t ruin them, cos the
T-shirt’s Calvin Klein and the jacket’s Gucci, okay.”
“Mel, I can’t except these,” Shane objected, “you can’t just buy me all these designer
clothes!”
“Yes, I can,” Mel said, smiling widely at Shane, “I'm getting paid far too much for
the amount of ‘work’ I do, and I have nothing to spend it on.”
Shane reached over and hugged Mel tightly, “how can I ever thank you?” he said quietly.
“Just be you, Shane,” Mel said, giving Shane a kiss on the cheek, “that’s all the
thanks I need!”
Shane blushed slightly, then checked his watch, “you better get ready, we have to
leave in about 30 minutes,” he said.
“Oh yeah,” Melanee said, thinking to herself, “I've already had a shower, so I just
have to go put on my dress.”
“Right, I'll meet you downstairs, then,” Shane said, checking himself in the mirror
one last time.
Melanee laughed quietly to herself, then walked out of Shane’s room and into her
own.
She pulled down her dress from the top of her cupboard and examined it, carefully.
It was dark red, and made of thin, see through material. It had spaghetti straps,
and came up just above the knees.
“Marvellous,” Melanee said to herself, slipping on the dress, “Gill will never recognise
me!”
She went up to her dressing table and started brushing her hair. She left it down,
and sprayed it with glitter, that made it shine in the right light.
Melanee fished in her bag for some light red, lipstick and her mascara. She applied
both, quickly and easily, then put on some light blush and a little silver eye shadow.
She slipped in some gold hoop earings, and straightened her dress.
She went over to her full length mirror and smiled, “if only there was male company
tonight,” she said to herself, “oh well, I'll just have to watch Gill and Shane have
all the fun!”
Melanee checked her face one last time, then headed out into the hallway and down
the stairs. Shane looked up from his newspaper, and gaped.
“Well?” Melanee said, spinning around, “what do you think?”
“You look…” Shane said, trying to find the right words, “absolutely stunning.”
“Ah,” Melanee said, smiling, and walking over to where Shane was sitting, “that’s
the kind of reaction I was looking for!”
“Well,” Shane said, getting up and looking at Mel again, “I was going to say you
looked utterly shagworthy, but I thought you mightn’t like that!”
Mel slapped Shane on the arm, playfully, “Shane Filan!” she exclaimed, “you are so
cheeky, today!”
“Well, should we go, then, madam?” Shane said, putting out his arm for Melanee to
hold. Melanee took his arm, and smiled, “we shall, fine sir,” she said.
Melanee and Shane went outside, looking up the house after them, and went over to
Melanee’s car.
“Why do we always take your car?” Shane asked, as they approached her silver Porche.
“Well,” Melanee said, unlocking her car, “for 1, I like driving, 2, you’re car scares
me, and 3…mines a Porche!”
“Fair enough,” Shane said, hopping in beside her, “they seem like 3 pretty good reasons!”
Melanee started up the car, and turned on the radio and smiled as Ronan Keating's
new song came on.
“Is he really going to be your manager?” Mel asked, as she pulled out of the drive
way, “because if he is… I will shag anyone I have to, to meet him!”
Shane stared at Melanee, and upon realising she was serious, burst out laughing,
“you don’t need to shag anyone,” he said, in between fits of laughter, “although,
I'm sure you wouldn’t mind…”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Melanee said, turning to Shane and raising her
eyebrows, “I hope you’re not talking about Nicky again?”
Shane put on an innocent face, “ofcourse not,” he said, “I’d never imply something
like that.”
“I've only met him once,” Mel continued, “it’s not like I'm gonna see him anytime
soon anyway, so by the time we meet again, he’ll probably already be involved with
someone else.”
Shane bit his lip, guiltily, “well…” he said, quietly, “you may… bump into him… sometime
soon.” Mel shot Shane a look, “what have you done, Filan?” she asked.
“I'm just saying that Nicky may, happen to be at the club tonight…” Shane said, shrugging
like it was just by chance.
“Shane!” Mel said, reaching over and slapping him in the stomach, “you’re pure evil!”
Shane laughed, “but you love me!”
“True,” Melanee said, smiling at Shane, “but you’re still evil!”
“We’ll see if you feel the same way, once you’ve hooked up with Nicky,” Shane said,
yawning slightly, “you’ll be thanking me eternally.”
“Yeah,” Mel said, smiling to herself, as she pulled up at the club entrance, “We’ll
see…”