I had alot of fun with this chapter. Theres just such random-ness...its wierd. at the end of the chapter, its soo romantic (aww) mushy-ness ends here. its sorta long, but you can do it...i have faith in u :)

Chapter 6

Night Time Confessions

"You know what your problem is?" Chris asked while he was driving with Melanie in the passenger seat. Melanie felt uneasy. She was riding around in his old pick up truck that had beer cans in the back. Most of which were probably still there from high school. Chris was chugging down a can of beer swerving from lane to lane. Melanie fastened her seatbelt more tightly around her waist as Chris continued.

"You think too much. You have to be more free spirited Melzy." Chris said. Melanie groaned. He always called her Melzy when he was drunk.

"So what do I have to do?" Melanie asked, despite her better judgment to shut up. Chris turned towards Melanie, taking his eyes off the road.

"You know what your problem is? I don't work for you Mel. I can't just help you whenever you have issues with your brain ok? I got problems too!" Chris shouted. Melanie urged him to keep his eyes on the road. Chris obeyed, but kept talking.

"I'm not your slave ok? I can't conform to your every demand. I'm not liquid... I'm not... liquid." Melanie sighed.

"Ok Chris, what do you want from me?" Chris suddenly stopped the car.

"I want you to go in and help me get some money outta that house ok?" Chris said pointing to a home across the street.

"You mean you want me to steal? For you?" Mel asked.

" Do this, and I'll help you with your delusional brain problem. You scratch my balls, I'll scratch yours." Chris said.

Melanie grimaced.

"Ok, what's the plan?" Chris grinned.

"Ok, so this guy owes me money right? So I'm just helping him with the down payment. All you have to do is go in and get the cash from a safe inside the house. He's gonna be out all night, so it'll be a synch mmkay?" Chris said. Melanie couldn't believe what she was about to do. The two quickly exited the car. Melanie slipped on a black turtleneck, while Chris placed a black ski hat on his head.

"I'm not goin' in." Chris said suddenly. They were just outside the house.
"What?" Melanie asked.
"Someone has to watch in case he comes home." Chris said,
"I thought you said he was going to be out all night." Melanie said, irritated.
"He will be out all night, Mel."
"Then why do we need a look-out?" she asked.
"We don't. Just go in."
"You go in." Melanie whispered loudly.
"Look, I'm not the one that has the brain problems. Why should I assume the risk?"
"What risk?" Melanie asked in alarm.
"There is no risk." Chris said assumingly. Melanie clutched her fists.
"Just go!" Chris said.

They reached the doorway. Chris began picking the lock, but stopped suddenly.

"What now?" Melanie asked

"We should make up some fake names Mel." Chris said

"Why?" Melanie asked,
"Just in case we have to communicate while we're inside. There may be someone in…a maid or something."
"OK."
"I wanna be Kyle." Chris said proudly. "I knew this guy at camp. He was maybe 13. He got two girls pregnant, man. Two girls pregnant. Yea, Kyle. Who you gonna be? Ya gotta be a dude though. Dude's name." Melanie sighed.
"Ok, I'll be Steve."
"Steve?" Chris repeated.
"Yeah."
"OK, Steve." Chris said
"OK, Kyle." Mel replied. Chris continued picking the lock when he suddenly stopped again.

"Wait."
"What?" Melanie asked,
"I wanna change. I wanna be Steve."
"I'm Steve; You're Karl." Melanie argued
"Kyle!" Chris exclaimed

"Swear to God Chris…lets get your money and get this over with." Mel said.

A few hours later, Chris dropped Melanie off at her hotel.

"You know, you didn't have to knock out the maid. She wasn't a threat to us." Melanie said grabbing her coat. Chris shook his head.

" She was coming after me! Did you see the crazed look in her eyes…she wanted blood!" Chris shouted. Melanie sighed.

"She didn't look a day under 60 Chris. I highly doubt…"

" She wanted bloodMel." Chris repeated. Melanie groaned.

"Ok, so I held up my end of the bargain, now you do the same. What did those images mean?" Chris leaned back in his seat.

"It's pretty simple actually." Chris said calmly. "I think you have some qualms, uncertainties, doubts per say, about Brock. You see evidence of mom and dad's relationship in yours and Brock's bond and you're afraid that you two will suffer the same fate. There are times when you look at Brock and you see dad. You realize he is aggressive and emotionally unstable, and yet you think you can save him, from himself." Melanie stared at Chris as he continued.

"As for the images flashing in your head as you two were sharing an intimate moment, it seems like your subconscious is trying to protect you. Perhaps you unintentionally revisited a past memory you have of a fight between mom and dad. You're scared Mel. You are reverting back to your previous doubts on whether you are meant to be with him." Chris finished, leaving Melanie there, mystified."

"Wow, Chris… that was really…insightful of you." Melanie said. Chris shrugged.

"Yeah, that Dr. Phil really knows his shit. Now get outta my car. I got a date." Melanie crossed her arms.

"Ok…ok. I'm going home to look at Internet porn." Chris admitted. Melanie tilted her head to the side.

"Fine. I was gonna look at a Victoria's Secret catalog." Chris said. Melanie raised a skeptical eyebrow. Chris sighed.

"Sears Catalog." Chris confessed. Melanie grinned.

"You know Chris, you're a lot smarter when you're wasted." Mel said getting out of the truck.

"Dude," Chris said sluggishly, "I'm not wasted." Melanie placed her hands on her hips.

"Fine then, touch your nose." Melanie challenged.

Chris poked himself in the eye. Melanie moaned.

"Do me a favor Chris? Go into the hotel, give them this," She said handing him her credit card. "And tell them to get you a room for the night. I don't want you to go driving around while you're drunk." Chris took the card and stared at it.

"You know what your problem is Mel?" Chris asked. Melanie turned around and started waling towards the hotel lobby.

"Goodnight Chris." Melanie called.

"Happy birthday Melzy." Chris called back.

A few minutes later, Melanie slowly opened the door to her hotel room. The door creaked slightly as she entered the dark room. Brock was sleeping in bed, just as Melanie had left him. The full moon lit the room slightly, casting a shadow over every object. Melanie could easily maneuver her way through the room without making a sound. She quietly undressed and slipped into her tank top and pajama pants and slipped under the sheets next to Brock. She stared at him.

His whole body and face was tense. He had a look of discomfort on his face as he tossed and turned, mumbling.

"Don't leave me." Brock whispered. Melanie bent over him, leaning on her elbow.

"What's wrong baby? Talk to me." Melanie said. Brock inhaled deeply.

"Melanie…please. Don't go. I need you." Brock gasped. Melanie leaned closer to him.

" Brock. I'm not going anywhere. I'll never leave you ok? You need to understand that." Melanie said. She touched his face with her hand and kissed him softly. Suddenly, his body began to relax and his expression was calm. He returned to his sleeping state. Melanie gazed at Brock to make sure he was tranquil, stroking his face. When she was satisfied, she laid her head on his chest. Looking up at him, she smiled to herself.

"You don't have to do anything Brock. I'm yours." She whispered. A smile ran across his face as Melanie fell asleep with the soothing sounds of Brock's heartbeat.