"NO!"
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, surprised at my sudden outburst.
"THIS!" I gestured between us. "I can't do this anymore!"
He looked confused. "Do what?"
"I can't..." I raked my hands through my hair, trying to find words to explain. "What am I? What am I to you, Harry? I don't have a clue. Am I your friend? Am I just the person who plays piano for your concerts? Am I just the person you feel like messing with JUST to add more confusion to her life? Because I'm most certainly NOT your girlfriend! I LIKE you, Harry. More than I should. But I can't deal with this! I don't know if you like me like that, and ignoring me one minute then kissing me the next isn't helping!"
He just stared at me.
I continued, tears clouding my vision. "I need to know, Harry. I'm tired of playing games."
I waited for a moment, searching his face for something - anything - that showed me that he felt the same about me.
He did nothing, so I turned away and left the arena, trying to hold back tears.

~Days Later~

"Come on, Melody! Open up!" the voice whined again. "Puh-leez?!"
I stayed silent, curled up in a ball on my bed.
I wasn't sure who it was that was talking. But it's a dude, and the dude has an accent, so I'm not communicating.
"What's going on?" Heather's voice said.
The voices conversed quietly or a moment, then I heard the door lock click.
I burrowed farther into the fluffy duvet, covering my head with one of my squishy pillows.
The door opened and closed softly, the lock clicking back into place.
"Melody?"
I didn't answer.
"I can almost hear you now, telling me to go away." Yup. "But no. I don't think I will."
Dammit.
"Stop moping around," Heather said, sitting on my bed.
I tried to dig a hole through my mattress with my head. It didn't work.
Heather tried to pull the blanket off me, but only succeeded in failing.
She sighed. "Why don't you tell me what's going on? No one else will."
I shook my head under the pillow, more out of still trying to dig a hole to China than an answer, but an answer nonetheless.
"Melody, it's been two days. You hardly eat, and you don't do anything but sleep. You have to come out of your room sometime.
I stood up, wrapping the duvet around me. I walked out the door, across the hall, and into Will's room. I curled up in a ball on his bed.
I heard Heather groan from my room and walk over. "That's NOT what I meant."
Heather was silent for a moment, and I knew she was in the doorway. "I thought this room was locked."
Yeah. THIS room. Not Will's room, not his room. THIS room.
"I haven't been in here since..."
A small sob escaped from my mouth. I had been thinking about Will a lot, and what he would do if he was still here.
I had decided that he would've let me sulk in my bed and spoon-feed me my meals.
But of course, if Will was here, I would never have walked home backwards from practice, slipping on a patch of ice and hit my head. Harry never would've taken me to their hotel room in a shopping cart, and I wouldn't be dealing with heartbreak.
NONE of this would be happening if it wasn't for that fucking semi.
"Melody..."
"NO!" I shouted, my voice hoarse from disuse. "GET AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I slapped Heather's arms away. She looked hurt, but stood up and left anyway.
I stood up to close the door, but sat down with my back against the footboard of Will's bed, my knees drawn up to my chest and the blanket cascading from my shoulders and pooling around me in a massive heap of untapped potential warmth.
"Mel?"
Harry.
"Mel, I-"
I wanted to talk to him. I really, REALLY wanted to talk to him.
I slammed the door in his face.
I curled up in a ball on Will's bed, crying for everything I've lost.

Notes

WhadidItellya? Drama.
And remember that contest I did about thirty bajillion chapters ago?
Yeah, neither do I.
One of those ideas is finally going to click. One or more, I haven't checked in awhile. But I have MAJOR ideas, so I have to get writing because I probably have the next forty thousand chapters in my head right now. Or, potential chapters, at least. I wouldn't want to continue reading this if it had thirty bajillion, forty thousand chapters (and then some!) in it.
I'm probably about halfway through the next chapter, so I'll post that one ASAP, but I haven't found time to do anything, because I babysit Mondays and Thursdays now from the time school ends (with a small gap between the time that I get there and the time that she gets home with her kids that I could update in... hmm.....) to hockey practice, which is usually at 7 and goes till 8 or 8 till 9 so I have to get home and put my hockey stuff in the basement and get ready for bed and that shit so I have no time whatsoever Mondays and Thursdays (EXCEPT for maybe that little gap thingy I mentioned in parentheses about three lines up).
Wednesdays are confirmation days, but I have a gap between school ending and the time that it actually starts, but I have homework I need to get done, too, so Wednesdays aren't an option.
Tuesdays are the same. Minus confirmation. I have homework and sometimes chores, and when I don't have chores, I have to shower, then it's off to hockey. Yes, it seems gross that I shower THEN go to hockey, but if I don't shower before 9, I don't shower at all and that's even more disgusting that not showering after hockey.
Fridays are a possibility, depending on the weekend. Hockey games start this week, so my weekends are going to be nuts. I don't have a weekend off until MARCH.
But I promise I'll find a way to update. Now I'm going to go before the author's notes gets to be longer than the actual CHAPTER (again!).
Bye-bye, my walricorns! Keep commenting! I love you!