"And yet you blush, you know, if you're gonna do something, make a better excuse, or learn how to hide it, it's that simple."
"When i want to, though right now, i don't think i'm being pervy enough, i mean the silent types normally have a 'avtice' mind and with how much of your body he's seen..."
"I'm simply saying what Near is thinking..."
"Well, you still need to get used to it, and it better be pretty quick..."
"Honey, get used to it, otherwise you won't know what to do with yourself when he proposes or something..."
"Luna, if i heard ocrrectly, he blushed to ths sh*t house when he saw you show a little skin, as if he's not attracted to you!"
"Please, you were able to attract Near so you really don't have nothing to worry about."
"I think i'll avoid that" Mellody smiled, scratching her head. "Of all the ways i could die, i don't want to die from seeing how horrendous i look."
"Fine... but... well, what now...?"
"well, maybe you could wake him up? or better yet, WE could wake him up."
"I promise i'm okay now" Mellody reassured, grabbing her finger and smiling. "Now you can go back to him, or i can break your finger, or one then the other."
"Well... why don't you go back to him now?"
"True..." Mellody smiled as well. "But... what are you even doing here...? weren't you with Near?"
"Still... i'm... sorry..." Mellody sighed, calming down to an at least reasonable degree. "I...i really shouldn't of kicked you..."
"i'm.. sorry..." Mellody apologized, clinging to Lana tightly, tears falling onto Lana's shirt. "I'm.. so... sorry... for everything..."
Mellody quite litterally leaped at lana, arms outstrached as tears cascaded through her hair from how suddenyl she had leapt at her...
you mean my edit of 'high school never ends'? XD XD i've gotten everyone to lmao at that so far.
"Bu...but... if i.... if we... hadn't of..." Mellody insisted, words no longer coming to her at all...
"Just... just..." Mellody tried with an abnormally high voice. "It... it's my fault... he... he died because.. because.."
Mellody moaned into her pillow, not sure of what to do or say, or even what to think anymore. If what they said was true, then it was her fault Mello died, her fault that...
