Andrew's POV

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Melanie walk out of the fitting room. She looked incredible. I could only tell her that it looked good without weirding her out. Somehow I don't think I got away with not weirding her out. Sooner or later I would have to tell her the truth.

I had no reason that I could give her for my actions so I didn't say anything to her on the way home. The silence was almost deafening. Once we were home I walked into my room and stayed there knowing that I couldn't be around Melanie any longer without increasing the risk of something slipping out of my mouth.

In my room, I felt dirty so I took a shower in my bathroom. During my shower, I thought of how Melanie would react if I told her what was actually going on. None of the scenarios that played in my head seemed all too pleasant.

I went to bed after quickly drying off and dressing for bed. I fell asleep within a few minutes and started to dream.

I was in my room, on my computer, like I was most of the time when Melanie wandered into my room. She had a dreamy smile on her face (no pun intended). She was wearing the dress that she had bought at the mall. Once again I felt embarrassed to see her and be thinking how I was, even though I knew it wasn't really wrong.

Melanie turned my swivel chair around so I was facing her and planted a big kiss on my lips. I blinked rapidly unsure of how to respond and began to kiss back. I knew this would never happen in real life so I wanted to seize the opportunity.

Suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe and my eyes snapped open. I wasn't able to see anything so I rolled over and saw that I was kissing my pillow in my sleep, wetting it with saliva. I rolled over again, looking at my alarm clock and saw that it was 8 AM. I was up early for a change. I sleepily made my way into the kitchen to find Melanie cooking breakfast.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." She greeted me cheerily. It seemed she had forgotten about yesterday. That was good. I didn't want to talk about it.

"Morning." I replied, groggily.

I sat down at the bar waiting for the eggs and bacon that Melanie was cooking. Melanie served me my breakfast and sat down beside me.

"Do you have any plans today?" She asked me.

"No, not particularly." I paused to take a large bite of my bacon. "Do you?" I said with a mouthful of bacon.

"Yes, I actually do." She replied looking pleased with herself.

"And what plans do you have today?" I was curious about what she would be doing.

"I have a date." She looked like she couldn't be any happier.

"Is this date with Ian?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes." She answered, grinning widely.

She seemed to really like Ian. I was glad she was happy. "I hope you have a good time."

"Thank you." She said and hopped out of her chair. She took her plate and mine since I had already finished eating and put them in the sink. I watched as she went into her room and then there was a knock on the front door.

I got up and went to answer the door. I opened it to see my parents. We hugged and greeted and I let them in the house. Occasionally, they would come to visit my sister and I to see how we were doing. Apparently this was one of those times. Melanie came out of her room and visited with our parents as well. We all had a good time while we settled our parents in. Having them here was great and all but usually called before coming. They didn't call this time. That was strange.