Phew! Finally, I'm done. So, writers block suck. It really do. I hate it so much. On a brighter note, however, I will be able to update regularly once again! YES! TAKE THAT EXAM!

"For the last time, Martin, I'm fine." Melody snapped at the man besides her as she walked to grab her guitar case. The Korean had tried to lose him in the crowd, moving fast. But, of course, with her pale skin and chocolate hair, Martin managed to find her.

Melody grabbed her case and started to walk away, only to have her wrist held by him. She looked at him, annoyance seeping and increasing every second, "What?"

Martin seemed to notice the tone, but tried to ignore it, "Can you at least wait for me? I have a friend coming to pick me up, and I want to sent you."

Melody just stare at him. He tried again, "It'll save time and money for you."

For a while, she was intent on staring but finally sighed, "Fine. I'll wait for you."

It took them a while to grab Martin's bags, mainly because they were heavy. At first, Melody stood at the side and, like she promised, waited for him. When she saw the man struggling with his luggage, she just rolled her eyes and helped him. She had no difficulty whatsoever. Martin was flabbergasted when he saw her carrying one of the heaviest bag with ease.

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They stood at the entrance, waiting for Martin's friend to come. Melody leaned against the wall behind him, eyes closed as she was deep in thought. Martin glanced ever so slightly at the Korean, worried that she might break down again. He looked at his watch, wondering when Simon was coming. He decided to talk to her again, and maybe about that episode she had in the plane ride.

Martin stood at her side before she spoke, "Don't tell anyone about that, OK?"

Martin shrugged, "I can't say the same about other people who were there."

Melody opened her eyes, hazel eyes that seemed broken, "I know. But I'm talking about you. Are you going to tell people about it?"

Martin shook his head, stuttering a little, "N-no. I won't."

She smiled, a rather small one but still a smile, "Thanks."

Martin waved his hand in a dismissive motion, trying to stop his face from turning red. She looked cute with that smile. "D-don't mention it."

The wind blowed, nearly covering Melody's face with her hair. Tucking her stray hair behind her ear, she asked, "Can you drop me at the nearest bus station?"

"What? Why?" Martin looked at her, slightly shocked by the question.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him, "Look, its not like you know where I live, okay? I can get there myself."

Martin sighed but agreed, "Fine."

It was reasonable that she wanted to be alone. Only a day, maybe even less, that they knew each other. Yet, for some reason, he felt the need to know her. There was this feeling he felt while calming her, that somehow he met her before. But where?

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They stood in silence as they waited for Martin's ride, which was taking its time. The two didn't say a word, just stood in somewhat comfortable silence at which Melody was grateful for. She needed some time anyway, thinking to herself.

Martin nudged her, making the latter snapping out of her thoughts, "Yep?"

"Our ride's here." Martin replied as he took his bags that he lay on the floor. Melody followed the man to his friend, absently wondering away.

Martin gave his friend a smile, gesturing each other with his hand, "Simon, Melody. Melody, Simon."

Simon held out his hand and she shook it, "Nice to meet you. I didn't know that Martin was bringing someone along the ride."

"Shut up," Martin muttered, smacking Simon at the back of his head, "Give me the keys."

"Why should I give it to you?" Simon asked, rubbing his head.

Martin crossed his arms, and started stating the reasons while counting with his fingers, "First off, that is my car. Secondly, you live in my house. Thirdly-"

"OK, you can have the car back." Simon huffed and tossed him the keys, muttering under his breath that Melody heard, "I hate it when you use that."

Martin went to the driver's side and opened the boot where they placed the luggage, though they had a little trouble with her guitar case. Soon, they were off into the highway. With Martin driving the car and Simon sat in shotgun, Melody had the back seat all to herself. Her guitar case lay next to her as she leaned against it, falling into a yet another fitful slumber. She should've learned from her past mistakes, and yet continued to do so.

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Martin and Simon talked while they were on the road. Nothing important, really. Just having small talks. Simon asking how was his trip to LA and him replying it was good. Until they heard small whimpers coming from the girl who sat at the back seat. Simon glanced behind him, face resembling one of pity. He asked Martin, "What happened to her?"

Martin shrugged, struggling the urge to turn his head and comfort her again, "I actually don't know. She.."

He trailed off, not knowing what to say. Simon looked at her once more before turning this attention his friend, smirking, "Where did you met her?"

"At the airport. She was, well." Martin told his side of the story of how they met. He, of course, kept his promise, but he also kept his clearly developing feelings for Melody. It was confusing and drove him crazy. How on Earth could he fall for her when they barely know each other?

Simon was silent when he finished his story. Though he couldn't see it, Simon could tell his close friend was hiding something, but he shrugged it off, thinking it was his imagination. "Well," He commented, "You got lucky. She's cute."

Martin smiled, a barely noticeable tinge of red on his cheeks, "Yeah. She is."

They came to a stop. Simon looked around and saw that they were at the bus station. Confused, he asked, "Um, Martin? Why are we here?"

"Because I promised her." Martin muttered as he exited the car, making his way to the back seat. He opened the door and started shaking the girl, "Hey, get 're here."

"Huh?" Melody blinked her eyes open, focusing on Martin. She glanced around, slight confusion in her eyes before the confusion turned to recognition. She stretched her arms, yawning before getting out of the car. She slung the guitar case over her shoulder and took her bag from Martin.

"Thanks for the ride, guys." Melody thanked them, smiling softly. Simon and Martin smiled back, but Martin blushed slightly and turned to face the road. Simon looked at him for a moment then grinned at Melody, "No problem. I just hope we'll meet again. We didn't talk much."

Melody backed away, grimacing slightly, "Um, yeah. Goodbye!"

She ran off, out of their line of sight. Martin started the engine and drove the car back to the neighborhood. Simon glanced at him, "You like her, right?"

Martin scoffed, "No, I don't."

"Admit it." Simon placed a hand over his mouth casually, trying to keep the smile from appearing.

"I won't." Martin kept his eyes on the road, not looking at his friend.

"So you do like her!" Simon exclaimed, pointing at Martin. "I knew it!"

"I swear, Simon, if we continue this, I will kick you out of the house." Martin said rather calmly.

Simon quieten down, but his smirk was still there, plastered on his face at which Martin gladly. ignored.

You know, you guys making me feel sad that this isn't getting as good response as A Forgotten Past. But I understand that this is still new and I still don't really know where I'm going in this. Still, to those who with me the whole time who had taken the time to read my stories in general, not only this, thank you. As cheesy, mmm yum, as this sounds, every single review, fav, follow has inspired me to keep writing for you guys.

Wait a minute, this should be in my profile, not here! Oh well...

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