Disclaimer: I don't own F29D. Big shock, right?
A/N: I love this fandom and this show so much. Just wanted to mention that. This is a criminally short drabble that just kind of pushed its way out when I started feeling guilty about Melissa's plight when it comes to the whole triangle. So without further ado, here you go.
What she's doing is unspeakable. Melissa can't think of a way to condone her actions, and she shudders to think of the words her friends would hurl at her if they could see her now (awful; hypocritical; melodramatic come to mind). There is no rhyme or reason to invading someone else's privacy when you know exactly what it feels like, but just now she isn't sure that Taylor deserves common courtesies. What kind of person, what kind of friend, makes a move on the boy another girl is in love with? Taylor is only trifling with Jackson. Melissa needs to believe this, needs to know that whatever physical attraction Jackson feels towards Taylor, their friendship can't possibly touch what the two of them have. It's with this thought in mind that Melissa presses play.
A perfectly structured face appears on the small screen, wavy blond hair managing to look beautiful and wild instead of rebellious. A hint of mischief play across that pair of bright blue eyes she possesses, and it's almost enough to make Melissa turn the camera off. "So lately, I've been hanging out more with Jackson. It's really weird; if someone had told me a month ago that I'd be friends with Cody Jackson I would have laughed in their faces. America's most wanted and moi?" She cocks her head to the side in an exaggerated show of surprise, quickly becoming thoughtful.
"There's this softness to him, though… like everybody just sees rough edges and some dramatic tragedy when they look at him, but around me, he actually has fun. He smiles." The girl onscreen pauses and bites her lip shyly; innocently. "I smile when I'm around him. And I know that Melissa has this, like, staked claim on him or something – even though she hasn't made her move after a month – and it's not like Jackson would be interested in a girl like me, anyway. But I think that maybe, I could be just as good for him as he is for me. I make him explain things to, talk; something he doesn't have very much experience with." A knife plunges into Melissa's gut. "I'm making this all sound hugely romantic and forbidden, but it's not like that at all. We're not this epic love story. I'm not even sure if he considers us friends. But, you know, I think with all of the huge, monumental things happening around her, it's nice to have one relationship that isn't so intense." The screen flickers to black, but Melissa turns the camera off before another entry can start.
This is not what she was looking for. Not at all.