Chapter 2: Further and Far Away

Watching her get further away, he wanted to chase after her. Just as he thought it was a good idea, his girlfriend, Cameron draped her arm over his shoulder. Lana was right. He was brought back to the now. He was acting unfaithful to the women touching him. He shook his head as he followed her back to their table. Back to this life. This reality. The only one he knows.

Oh, sure he was happy. Yeah. A beautiful woman, wealthy, sweet, humble, funny, romantic at times, playful. Damn, he was happy. But why? Why? Why was it feeling like routine? Its great and all, but something lacks sadly in the depts of the real reason. Diversity. Where did it go? Wasn't it supposed to make him happy? Really happy?

But Melana. She was just... so out of his league. Yet he felt pulled to be around her. Her aura. Not just her unmistaken beauty, but also no ... it was something just spiritual. It was hard to actually explain it really. There was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't mind meeting her again.

A lot of things stuck out about her. She appeared to hold a guarded shield. She did, after all, admit that she had hated the facility. She looked a little shy with her words. Yet when she spoke, she never shown any shred of self-consciousness about her.

She entertained Justin in the short amount of time they were around each other. She genuinely amused his thoughts. It made him feel the normalcy that he craves more than the average man would hunger for sex. This wasn't about that. It was different. He was starting to fall in love with that word all of sudden. She was making him fall in love with words with having just met him. Oh, he's in trouble.

It was shocking that someone could actually careless about what he does. He couldn't fathom the concept. Kneading over and over in his brain. Damn, if there were more people like her in the media or the world, there would actually being a place called Heaven. Just maybe...

He smirked knowingly as he remembered the little ruse he pulled with the club card in then her abandoned purse. It was all up to the hands of fate now. Being real for a second, its really up to Melana. If and when she found it. Her reaction and decision. Oh Lord, he was sweating just thinking about the moment. I mean, well, there's no harm if he wants to be friends. She's a fun person. No one gets hurt. Friends... sure. Why the hell not?

After her friends had dropped her home, she collapsed tiredly in her bed, switched on her TV to Conan, and closed her eyes as Conan's comic voice filled the room with monologue jokes. After Conan made a joke about Michael Jackson's latest court hearing she heard something drop from the bed. She gasped as she bent down and picked up the spilled contents from her purse. As she picked up her wallet and her eyes noticed a white card the said "Spider Club" on the front.

She scratched her head. She didn't remember taking a card with her. She turned it over to reveal a phone number and a message under it in capital letters.

I owe you a dance. Until then...
The least shallow celeb you know,
JT xo

She almost fell down from laughing. This guy was too much to handle. It had only been a day. She giggled as she placed the card on her desk, got stripped down in her sleep attire, and got into bed with a warm smile on her face. She decided to keep the number. Who knows? When a rainy day should come, she might need it.

A week had gone by and no matter what she did, Melana could not stop thinking about him. Why was his face taking over her whole life? She knew it, her friends knew it. She really was a nobody. Nothing special. Kind of a nerd or a prude to be so of exact in a sense. She had the need to be very bookish. Writing is a passion of hers that will never go away. She sings, but see the thing is that um ... no one knows. Not even Stacey or Amy. Whenever a song would come on the radio, Melana always stayed quiet. Which is kinda like her personality. Quiet. Reserved. Stationed. Extraneous at times but makes up with a wicked sense of humor. Especially if she knew a person well enough. Every now and then the real her would drip through without her noticing. Those are the moments when she can say she REALLY lived.

She stepped into her work at Tower Records, clocked in her numeric code, put her name tag around her neck, and walked up to the register.

Scott Paterson, the manager, was extremely cool with Melana. He recently gave her a raise and promoted her to Assistant manager for all the hard work she put in the 6 months of her stint in the job. She and Scott were buds. They would sometimes share secrets. Sometimes she wondered if he was gay. His parents were British, he was a huge fan of Will & Grace and gymnastics. He just was so just NOT a guys sometimes. He likes to shop. He kinda has a girly laugh at times. He's a cutie as well. Those baby blues had an intense stare about them. She could always tell what he's feeling by looking in his eyes.

"Roberts, we need more stocking. Inventory just picked up. Do ya think you can handle it?" Scott yelled from the back room in his office.

He would always call her by her surname when they were at work. A little habit of his.

"Sure, no prob Scott." Melana yelled back.

As she was organizing the discount coupons and gift certificates, she heard a loud crash. She eyes went wide as she ran throughout the store to see what made the noise. She turned around into the Pop/Rock section towards the back area and what she saw had shocked her immensely.

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