Melanie's POV

"Hello?" I answered my phone.

"Hey, it's me, Ian."

"Oh hi! How are you?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"I'm pretty good, and yourself?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I was smiling like an idiot. I had just finished dinner with my brother and was washing the dishes. Once I realized who I was talking to, I put everything down, dried my hands and went off to my room and sat on the edge of my bed.

"That's great. So, about that coffee, when did you want to get it?" He asked.

"Well, I'm free tomorrow." I said, hoping that would be a good day.

"Sounds like a plan." He said with finality. "Do you know where the Starbucks closest to the mall is?"

"Yeah, I know it." I replied happily.

"Cool, so I'll meet you there at one in the afternoon?"

"S-seems legit." I said awkwardly.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Oh nothing, nothing. That's fine." I tried to cover up my awkwardness.

"Great, I'll see you then."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." I said as I ended the call. I jumped up, off of my bed, and started dancing around. This was my famous "victory dance." Andrew walked in while I was dancing and gave me a strange look.

"Is that the dance you do when finding your mate?"

"No! Shut up!" I threw a pillow at him, hoping he would leave me alone in my blissful state.

"Whatever." He said. "What are you doing anyway?"

"Nothing." I replied too quickly.

"You're doing something." He eyed me suspiciously.

"Fine." I gave in. If I just told him, he would leave faster. "I'm going to get coffee tomorrow." I said calmly.

"It's not just that." He knew me too well to believe me. "Who's the boy?"

"What? There's no boy! Why would there be a boy?" The words were rushed making it obvious I was lying.

"Just tell me who you're going with." He looked at me sternly.

"It's Ian..." I muttered quietly.

"Who?"

"Ian."

"You mean the same one you told me about yesterday?"

". . . Yes." I couldn't meet his eyes.

"Awesome! Then that means you can get him to sign my poster for me!" He ran out of the room and came back carrying a large poster.

"Here! Take this with you tomorrow!" He shoved the poster into my hands.

"Alright." I looked down at the poster. It was a picture of Ian and Anthony high-fiving each other in the air with the caption: "Friendship Always Wins." I watched as he marched happily out of my room. In a way, my brother was easily pleased. All you had to do was give him food and Internet and he would be just fine.

By that time it was getting late. I got ready for bed, thinking about Ian the whole time. I really hoped that tomorrow would be as fun as anticipated.