If Tomorrow Never Comes
Chapter 7
“Oh god, I love that movie,” Melanee said, wiping away a tear from her eyes, “I just
wanna be Julia Roberts.”
Shane smiled and kissed the top of Melanee’s head, “you’re such a helpless romantic,
Mel,” he said, pulling the blanket back over the two of them, as they lay on the
couch, “why haven’t you got a boyfriend?”
Mel smiled up at Shane, “cos I love only, my Shaney baby,” she said, in a mocking
tone, “I will forever pretend that I don’t like you, until my I lay on my deathbed.
There I’ll tell you that I love you, and you’ll reply ‘oh Mel, I love you two,” then
I will die with a big smile on my face.”
Shane frowned and slapped Mel lightly, “I’m serious,” he said, “why don’t you have
a boyfriend?”
“Do you expect me to go out with a guy like Greg?” Melanee said, screwing up her
face, “he was so spooky!”
Shane laughed, “no, I didn’t mean a guy like Greg,” he said, hoping from underneath
Melanee and heading toward the kitchen, “I mean a guy like, oh I don’t know… Nicky?”
Melanee turned around and glared at the smirking Shane, “what?” she said, hoping
up also, “where’d you get that from?”
“Oh I dunno?” Shane said, sticking his arms in the air, “maybe it’s because you look
so cute together, or because of the fact that you are both my good friends, or maybe…
just maybe, it is because you fancy each other like mad!”
“What?” Melanee said again, trying to hide her ever-blushing face, “I don’t know
what you’re talking about.”
“Oh no,” Shane said, nodding his head, mockingly, “ofcourse you don’t.”
“Hey,” Melanee said, suppressing her laughter, “are you mocking me?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t do that,” Shane said in the same tone.
Mel raised her eyebrow at Shane, “are you quite sure about that?” she said, taking
a step toward him, “cos you know I’ll hurt you.”
Shane burst out laughing, “Mel, what are you gonna do to me?” he said, “slap me to
death.”
“Oh, that’s it,” Melanee said, raising her hand warningly, “you’re gone, Filan!”
Shane looked at Melanee strangely, as she turned around and went up the stairs, “what
are you doing?” he called up after her.
He heard some rustling from her bedroom, “Mel?” he called again.
He was about to go up and look for her when he saw her come back down the stairs.
She was changed out of her pants and glittering top and was now wearing a pair of
tight blue jeans and a red tank top.
“Why did you change?” Shane asked suspiciously.
“Because we’re going out,” Melanee said, pulling on a pair of sandals that were by
the door. “What?” Shane asked, a little confused, “but it’s 11:00 at night!”
“So?” Melanee said, grabbing Shane’s arm and pulling him toward the door, “it’s a
warm night, now put on these shoes and let’s go.”
Shane took the shoes Mel was offering and slowly put them on.
“Right, now, let’s go,” Mel said, grabbing hold of Shane’s arm again, “there’s a
blanket in the car, right?”
“Yeah,” Shane said, then he shook his head, “wait, Mel, what are we doing?”
“You’ll see,” Melanee said, opening the door and dragging Shane out, into the warm
summer’s air.
“What?” Shane yelped, before being taken over toward the car, “oh god, this should
be interesting.”