Chapter 25: My Other Half... Sort of Part 3
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, guys! And to Mari13ssa: I'm glad you don't want Freddie to overhear, because I was afraid that some people would want that, and I like listening to what my reviewers want but if Freddie heard that would kind of ruin my flow. Haha. Have fun reading the last Melanie chapter! :D
P.S. I love how there's like no Seddie interaction in these chapters but somehow they're still very Seddie. Haha
I stood up and stared at something; I don't even remember what it was because I was taking in what Melanie said so much that I couldn't think straight. Me? Jealous? I thought that was about the last thing I could ever be. She did have a pretty good explanation, unfortunately.
Of course, being wrong and admitting it isn't really who I am. "Whatever," I mumbled angrily. "Why don't you just go back to kissing Freddie? I know you already did that so many times."
"Sam, what are you talking about?" Melanie asked, sounding confused, but I still didn't look in her eyes. "Freddie and I have only kissed once."
"What?" I said in almost a whisper after whipping my head around to look at her.
As she spoke, I slowly sat down next to her again. She explained, "We kissed that one time when he took me on a date after we first met. He and I kissed once, you and him kissed once."
I gave Melanie a look, as if asking her how she knew about Freddie and my kiss.
"Carly told me."
"Carly," I whisper-grumbled to myself. "But wait, you kissed him today!" I exclaimed. I was completely confused, and I felt like that was pretty much the emotion of my day. Confusion was everywhere.
"Oh, you mean that," Melanie said, understanding, nodding and slightly chuckling with a white grin on her face.
"Yeah, that," I said, becoming really impatient. What, did that long, romantic kiss just not count? Was she just going to hide it from me?
"Sam, we didn't kiss," Melanie told me. She didn't seem confused at all that I even knew about it, as if she knew I was watching them.
"Yeah, you did!"
"Sam. Listen to me. Did you see the exact moment of the kiss?" she asked slowly as if I was stupid.
"No. But I left right before your lips touched," I said angrily. She couldn't hide this from me just because she was trying to be a good sister since I was supposedly 'jealous'.
"Yeah. You left at the exact at the exact perfect time, right before Freddie rejected me," Melanie said in a serious voice, a small smirk on her face.
I widened my eyes. Well, I did not see that coming. And I didn't hide my shock. "What? Why? What'd you do? What'd he say?"
Melanie smiled that disgusting 'sweet, innocent' smile. "He said that there's this girl that he likes and he would just ask her out but he's scares. And that he's like terrified about the fact that he likes her in the first place. I'm surprised that he told me so much. He seemed like he was relieved to tell someone."
"Yeah, he was talking about Carly," I mumbled.
"Oh, no, I don't think so. I forgot to say... he also said that he just realized that he liked her recently or something like that. And he's still adjusting or something... he said a lot of stuff, but I was too upset to listen because he rejected me." Melanie smiled, and she looked truly happy, not jealous. I felt like she actually... she actually cared about me. Like, that she was glad that if Freddie had to like someone other than her, she was glad it was me (if it was, which I still sort of doubted).
I swallowed hard, wishing that she listened to more of what Freddie said. I tried my hardest not to think about it too much. I knew that if I thought about it too much, I would come to the conclusion that Freddie liked me, even though it was most likely not true. I'd made assumptions like that before, then I would realize that I'd assumed wrong.
I looked at myself next to Melanie in the mirror that happened to be against the wall across from where we were sitting. We're identical twins. But I always feel like she's prettier than me.
I looked at my frizzy hair falling past my shoulders in a curly, messy way. Hers stayed somehow perfectly neat, and the curls almost looked like she'd curled them at a salon that day, while they stayed in her perky ponytail. We had the same eyes, but hers were wide and bright, while my eyelids drooped a bit in a bored way because that was just who I was. She sat up straight while I slouched, and it didn't feel right to me to sit up straight.
I made myself stop comparing myself to Melanie for now. Heck, I just figured out that a guy might have picked me over her. And not just any guy: Fredward Benson.
I let my muscles loosen and just flopped on Freddie's bed on my back, with Melanie still sitting up straight with her hands on her knees next to me.
I closed my eyes, and let myself smile as big as I wanted. There was a tiny chance that Freddie liked me. Not that that makes me smile... I don't like Freddie or anything... oh, who am I kidding?