Brendon's Melody
Dix
Melody’s POV
“And what do you have to say for yourself, Melody?” said Patrick, looking over his glasses. I was being watched intently by and angry Pete and a confused Brendon.
“Brendon, I’m sorry, that I told Pete you stole my jeans when you didn’t and got him to steal them back and then shamelessly flaunted it in front of you and made you upset and Pete, I’m sorry for telling you Brendon had stolen my jeans,” I said monotonously, glaring at Patrick the whole time. I really wanted to say ‘And sorry dad.’ but Patrick might get pissed off again.
“I am very sorry for the inconvenience my sister has caused and I fully acknowledge that you are both the victims of this crime,” Patrick said solemnly, “I will be contacting our mother and informing her of what Melody did.”
SHIT, MOM! Think of a way out!
“Victims? Brendon deserved it!” I blurted, causing everyone to stare at me.
“Huh?”
“Brendon! He totally kissed me the other night and totally rejected me afterwards!” I exclaim, quickly. Well, it was gonna come out sooner or later.
Brendon has turned an odd shade of green, oh, I hope those crumpets didn’t give him food poisoning…
“You kissed Melody!” yelled Pete and Patrick at the exact same moment.
He nodded solemnly as I said, “On that note folks, I’m off to bed.”
“Wait you!” Pat said, “I had no idea! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Or at least cry…”
“Did you honestly believe it was Joe crying in the bathroom?”
“Well,” Pete said sheepishly, “Yeah…”
Brendon’s POV
Fuck.
Comments?
You know what would be sweet? If you read my other stories too. Haha!
For the ones who haven't given up on my poor fiction.
“And what do you have to say for yourself, Melody?” said Patrick, looking over his glasses. I was being watched intently by and angry Pete and a confused Brendon.
“Brendon, I’m sorry, that I told Pete you stole my jeans when you didn’t and got him to steal them back and then shamelessly flaunted it in front of you and made you upset and Pete, I’m sorry for telling you Brendon had stolen my jeans,” I said monotonously, glaring at Patrick the whole time. I really wanted to say ‘And sorry dad.’ but Patrick might get pissed off again.
“I am very sorry for the inconvenience my sister has caused and I fully acknowledge that you are both the victims of this crime,” Patrick said solemnly, “I will be contacting our mother and informing her of what Melody did.”
SHIT, MOM! Think of a way out!
“Victims? Brendon deserved it!” I blurted, causing everyone to stare at me.
“Huh?”
“Brendon! He totally kissed me the other night and totally rejected me afterwards!” I exclaim, quickly. Well, it was gonna come out sooner or later.
Brendon has turned an odd shade of green, oh, I hope those crumpets didn’t give him food poisoning…
“You kissed Melody!” yelled Pete and Patrick at the exact same moment.
He nodded solemnly as I said, “On that note folks, I’m off to bed.”
“Wait you!” Pat said, “I had no idea! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Or at least cry…”
“Did you honestly believe it was Joe crying in the bathroom?”
“Well,” Pete said sheepishly, “Yeah…”
Brendon’s POV
Fuck.
Comments?
You know what would be sweet? If you read my other stories too. Haha!
For the ones who haven't given up on my poor fiction.