Thread: It Just Happens

When we met.

From MELODY

Beeeep. "No new messages."

Wow. Thanks friends, family, and loved ones, I appreciate your concern.

I was completely new and, unfamiliar, in Los Angeles, and no one from back home (Toronto, Ontario) gave a damn. No calls, no texts. No one cared if I actually made it to my mom's house or if I was in some ditch passed out and half naked. No one.

Okay, maybe a teeensy exaggeration. I had just moved in with my mother, who is a real estate agent who sells the super expensive houses in California. The rest of my life, I'd lived with my dad, who owned a company. Yep, they're split up, but it was the friendly, "Oh gee, that whole marriage thing didn't turn out like I thought it would" type deal. It was pretty okay. I mean I was sad, but they still cared about me and each other, so it was all good. My mom remarried a year and a half ago, and moved to LA. I visited every summer and holiday basically.

But my mom has been nagging for me to spend more time with her and Scott (my "other father"), who was actually pretty cool, and was so excited for me to come. So last day of school, I said my goodbyes (an especially teary one for Christina, my best friend), packed my bags, and headed to the golden coast.

My room was lovely, the beach was lovely, everyone was lovely..

.. but it wasn't home.

"Melody, honey are you listening to your messages?"

I sulked, "Yeah. Grand total of zero."

"Honey, that's cause you didn't press the 'play all messages' button."

Oh.

I pushed it and listened.

"Playing all messages," said the machine.

Hey Samantha, it's John. Just calling to check if our darling daughter has been settling in alright. I'm starting the first leg of many business trips tomorrow, so this might be the last day I can call. Tell her to text me if she needs me! And Melody, if this is you honey.. well tell yourself to text me if you need me. Love you, hon."

Melody!! I can't believe you're gone. Why would you do this to me? I miss you and suck at having fun by myself. Please please call me! We're already losing touch! Urghhh. Yeah, I know it's only been two days. Shut up. I didn't mean that! Please forgive me! I love you! Call, okay?



..Okay, so you know that part about me being passed out, half-naked in a ditch because no one cared about me? Yeah, scratch that. I was having a total 'aweee' moment.

The first was from my dad, the other was from my rather spazzy and hyper friend Christine. I finished listening to the rest of the messages, which included two more friends and my aunt. Phew. I wasn't forgotten yet.

Scott, my step dad, was walking past and heard some of the messages. "Am I the ONLY one who doesn't call you honey?"

I laughed. Everyone did call me honey, because of my hair. Everyone described it as the perfect honey blonde, especially when it bleached in the sun during the summer. When I was little, I used to wear them in long, cute pigtails so I earned the nickname "Honey" and it never really went away. People always thought it was a term of endearment, which I guess it was but it was kind of a cross between that and an embarassing childhood nickname.

My hair was really the only feature that stood out to most people. I was 5"4', pretty thin and athletic, but not overly so - I mean I can run, but I'm not particularly strong. My eyes are gray and I had a very very light tan. The only peice of jewellery I continuously wore was a friendship bracelet from the third grade, made for me by Christina. My favourite colour is red, I like thunderstorms, I'm a dog person, I can drive, and I have no siblings. My only talent is art. Sketching, painting, pastels, collages. I do it all, and most of my stuff that used to hang in my old room is now in my new room, on the white walls. Note to self: paint room.

[ If you guys want a picture in your head, it's pretty much this girl but with less make up and Melody doesn't dress like she does. Long wavy blonde image by adrenalinejunkiegurl on Photobucket ]

Speaking of my new room, I still had a box to unpack. I made my way to my newly decorate room, took out my iPod speakers and started blasting music. My mom came in my room to find me jumping up and down on my bed.

She laughed and sat down on it, "See? This is what I miss about you. It's gonna be so great having you around full time."

"I hope you realize full time means full time because it's summer and all. Not exactly gonna be able to ship me off to school eight hours per day," I replied.

"First of all, it would be perfectly fine with me, even if you were sewn onto my hip and I had to drag you everywhere. You know I love having you around. And secondly, I think you're gonna be ditching me pretty soon, cause there's lots of nice kids around here."

Ughh, friend making. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some sort of anti-social. It's just.. I don't know them, they don't know me.. it's all.. awkward and weird. Sigh sigh, I miss my friends.

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The next day, I promised my mom I'd get "the hang of town," whatever that is. I think it means I'm supposed to learn where the bus stops are. I don't even know.

However, it was a nice summer day and I was in the mood to look around my new hometown, so I put on a pink American Apparel v-neck and short shorts from a store I used to go to back in Toronto. Even with just jean shorts and a v-neck, I already felt really warm. It was gonna be a boiling day.

I slipped my iPhone in my pocket and yelled, "I'm leaving."

White flip flops were put on and I was out the door.

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I decided to walk to a kind of central park, not really heading off anywhere special. I stopped for a bagel at a bakery, partly cause I was hungry and partly cause it smelled so damn good when I walked by. There were only a few people in the place, so I went through the line quickly. I thanked the lady and grabbed my bagel. I sat outside the quaint little bakery, people watching.

Across the street, I noticed there was a fountain in the middle of the park. The sunlight was hitting the bouncing water drops perfectly, creating a tiny rainbow right in the middle of the city, right in front of me. Instictively, I reached for a pencil, only to groan as I realized I didn't take a sketch pad or pencil with me. This was the perfect image to draw, the perfect moment, and it was like the city itself was welcoming me. And I couldn't draw it. It irritated me to no end.

Like, you know when something's on the tip of your tongue? And you know it's there, but you can't remember for the life of you what it is? It's like that. It's so frustrating.

I was thinking of how long it would take to run home and grab my pastels, but then I noticed some clouds coming in, about to block the sun. My rainbow was gonna disappear. Sh*t.



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From MELODY

Panic panic panic. I need a pen and paper stat. I stood up from my chair. I walked up to the couple sitting on the table beside me and asked hurriedly, "Would you happen to have a pen and paper?"

"No, sorry."

I walked over to the next table, "Excuse me, would you happen to have a pen and paper? Even like, a receipt or something?"

"No I don't, sorry."

I sighed in frustration. Then a guy who was one table over tapped me on the shoulder. I turned.

"Here you go," he said with a small smile. I looked down at his hands. A pen. A sheet.

I grabbed them, without saying thank you, and ran to my table. He looked terribly confused. Then his confusion turned to amusement as he saw me pull all the chairs out of the way, and then climb on the table. I sat down on the table top cross legged.

Then I sketched the rainbow fountain, rapid but soft strokes. Please clouds stay away for two more minutes. Barely noticing anyone around me, I sketched silently for minutes. My hair kept falling in my face, and I kept tucking it behind my ear. When it would fall back down, I would tuck it back in again.

Finally, I put everything down. "Done," I proclaimed. The guy who lent me the pen was standing there, looking amazed. "What?" I asked.

He just shook his head and smiled. Okay, fine mister pen lending dude, don't talk to me. Everyone on the little patio of the bakery applauded and smiled at me. The had all gathered around while I was sketching. Damn. I shot an apologetic look at the bakery owner, who had come out ot see what the fuss was all about, "I didn't mean to make such a commotion. Sorry."

She smiled and shook her head, "Not at all my dear."

"Anyways, uh.." I looked at the pen guy, for the first time ever actually. I was so focused that I not only forgot about everyone watching me, but pen guy as well. That's how I get when I draw. It was kind of annoying.

He was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, rolled up to the elbows. He had sunglasses over his face and his hair covered a good portion of it too. I couldn't tell what he looked like, but he was pretty nice considering I was acting insane and he helped me out. Why was he so covered up though? I mean here I am in a shirt and shorts and he's in a long sleeve and pants. Draped on the back of his chair was a hoodie, which I presumed he was also wearing before. Undercover agent much?

But by the time I got a good look at him - or at least what I could see of him - I had thought of something to say, "Thanks. Here." Wow. Brilliant, Melody. Just brilliant.

I returned the pen to him. "No problem. That was amazing."

I looked down at sheet of lined paper. I was kinda embarassed now. "Thanks."

"Can I see it?" he asked. I handed him the piece of paper. He looked at it for a full minute. I was surprised at how nervous I was to see what he had to say about it.

"How do you do that?" he asked incredulously.

"Do what?" I bit my lip nervously. Do what?

"You had a pen that wrote in exactly one shade of blue. But you have exactly what the rainbow and fountain looked like on this paper. That's so strange." He laughed, "Not to mention you did it in like, three minutes."

"Well, it's not that great, but the clouds were coming in so I had to do it really fast, and.."

He shook his head at me. "It's amazing," he insisted. He handed me back the piece of paper.

"Oh. Well, yeah. Thanks." Wow. You sound so toolish Melody. Get out of there, you're embarassing yourself. "Okay, well I'm gonna get going now." I glanced at the table.

He stepped back, "Right, well. Okay, I'll see you around."

I smiled, "Right. Bye."

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I grabbed my things and left. Then suddenly, I had an idea. I turned around and went into the bakery again, avoiding pen guy's confused, but obvious stare from the patio area.

When the bakery lady saw me, she gave me a warm smile. I smiled back and requested, "Could I have a sheet of paper please? And a pen?"

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