A/N Heya... this one is from Melosa's P.O.V, and there will be sumthing (random) happening at Rosario's mansion, that may or may no involve Ranger. And for the 50millionth time (which is only like, the 7th, but hey...) Disclaimer: I own nothing but um... Rosario, Melosa, Anthony Green, the bar, ummm... my imaginary friend, the plot, the title and my soul. Please don't steal it/them (I kinda need my soul to live, y'know) because it'd make me sad, and I might make Ranger's head explode in the story if you do. Muhuahaha
Melosa's P.O.V
When I arrived at Rosario's mansion, I thought, 'I wish Mommy were here'. The doctor said that Mommy could've died if Rosario hadn't gotten there in time, and I wasn't happy 'bout letting her out of my sight.
Rosario's mansion is next to our house, so I gathered only the essentials (like our keys, my teddy that Daddy gave me for my 5th birthday, um... my watch) and we slowly walked to Rosario's house.
The air around me was silent, and hung immobile, like it was waiting. For what? Rain? Honestly, walking through our neighborhood's air felt like walking through treacle; sticky and you can't breathe. But then again, it's like this in every neighborhood during summer. After all, it is California! Duh! But I have a distant memory. A memory of living in a place called... was it Trenton? Anyway, the air actually felt like air there, and everybody knew everybody. I liked it there, but... in my head is a memory of Mommy crying... and saying I need to pack faster. I always liked Trenton, why didn't she?
"Come, mi muchacha, put a smile on your face and ice cream in your belly". Auntie Rosie handed me a bowl of cookies 'n cream ice cream, and I forgot my worries. Where there's a will, there's some ice cream. Mmmm... ice cream.
3 hours later...
Auntie Rosie said it was 3 o' clock, and that she'd be out for a lil' while looking after Mommy's bar, and not to open the door to strangers... yada yada yada. I nodded and smiled pleasantly - Auntie Rosie was so protective of me. An annoying voice in my head said, "it's for your own good," but then the superior one said, "she's not your mother. She's not even your real Auntie. Why should she be protective, huh?" I dismissed that thought - Auntie Rosie loved me and that was good.
But all thoughts of Aunties and ice cream disappeared when I heard the doorbell ring. Hmmm... leave ice cream or sit and get fat? That's easy, get FAT! Hungrily, I dug an ice cream hole and ate the ice cream that came from it. Mmmm... ice cream. But then the strangest thing happened - the door opened.
My spoon stopped in mid scoop, momentarily forgetting it's destination while I listened intently to the sounds in far away rooms. Is it a burglar? No, I decided. If it is a burglar, it wouldn't have rung the doorbell. It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... It's... MY DADDY? What the...? When my father entered the room, I abandoned my ice cream and gave him a dozen cookies 'n cream kisses. "DADDY!"
"Hey, Melly. You wanna come with your dad for the day?" He was smiling as he said it, and the smile made me think he was doing this to get revenge. To who? But as quickly as it had come, the revenge look disappeared behind a mask of compassion, and I forgot about everything, but the feeling of hanging in my daddy's arms.
