“Hey Mom! Hey Dad! I’m home!” I called.
“They’re not here, remember?” Scott called from the TV room.
I walked into the room. All three of my brothers were there, watching Southpark. Cool! I love this one! This is the one where Stan’s pet goldfish was killing people. The pet store where the goldfish was from was built on an Indian burial ground, and all the animals from that store were evil. It was so creepy…well, for Melissa anyway. She jumped onto my lap and buried her head in my shoulder…AND I remembered that it was the night she slept over because both her parents went to England for a business trip. She had total nightmares, and woke me up. I remember singing her to sleep. It was one of my favorite songs too. ‘If Life Is So Short’.
Well, what a night. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and got into bed. I looked at the Winnie The Pooh stuffed animal on my bed. It was Melissa’s, and last year, I was so sick with the flu, Melissa brought her bear when she visited me. She left it there to make me feel better, and miraculously, it worked. I felt all better the next day. I stared up at the ceiling. What do I feel about Melissa?
I remembered one of our best memories… Actually, it’s one of Clint and Bob’s best memory of Melissa too…
***Flashback***
“Hi! Are you two twins?”
Bob and Clint looked at each other, then at the little girl standing in front of them. “Yes we are.” We were 10 years old.
“Actually, the three of us,” I pointed to Clint, Bob and me, “ are triplets.”
“But you don’t even look like them.” The girl protested.
“That’s because they’re fraternal triplets.” Melissa said.
“What does that mean?” asked the girl.
“That means, that not all three of them are identical.”
“That doesn’t make any sense at all.”
“Ok. There are two ovaries right?”
“HUH?” the girl cried.
“Didn’t you get the sex talk yet?” Melissa asked.
Bob, Clint and I covered our mouths to keep from laughing.
“Sex talk? No.” the girl said.
“How old are you, and what grade are you in?” Melissa asked.
“I’m 7 and in grade 2.” The girl said proudly.
“What’s your name?” asked Melissa.
“Amanda.”
“Well Amanda, get your friends, because we’re gonna have a little talk.” Melissa led Amanda to a patch of grass below a tree, and waited until Amanda’s little friends came to join them. Clint, Bob and I sat down by a nearby picnic table and listened.
“Well, does anybody know where babies come from?” Melissa asked.
“Well, I heard that a stork comes and drops them down the chimney.” A little boy said.
My brothers and I burst out laughing.
“I heard that mommy and daddy made us.” Said another little girl.
“Well, that’s better.” Melissa smiled. “Right now, I want to tell you where triplets came from. I want you to not ask any questions until I’m done.”
“Ok.” The kids said.
“First of all,” Melissa began, “a woman has two ovaries. Attached to the ovaries, is a tube. We call that a fallopian tube. Every month or so, a little egg came out.”
“Is it a chicken egg?” a voice called out.
“No, it’s an egg that a girl has.” Melissa said.
“A girl is like a chicken?”
“NO!” Melissa coughed, and continued. “Anyway, the little egg comes out. Sometimes, two or three eggs comes out. Maybe more. For Clint, Dave and Bob, since Clint and Bob are identical twins, one of the little eggs that came out split into two, and another totally different egg followed them. The other egg, is Dave. Got it?”
“But you still didn’t tell us where babies came from.” Said a little boy.
“Well, I told you where twins and triplets came from. That’s all it matters. Ask your parents, ok?” Melissa walked over to us.
“What do boys have?” someone asked.
“Uh…” Melissa looked at us.
“Boys have little fishies!” Said Bob.
We all burst out laughing.
When we walked away…We could hear the little boys and girls, comparing which is better…The eggs, or the fishies.
***End Flashback***
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
~*~*~
“Dave?” A voice asked.
“Hmmm?” I murmured.
“Dave, wake up. It’s 12:00pm.”
“I don’t want to…” I groaned.
“Let me wake him up.” Another voice said. Ooh…I don’t like that…
“AHHH!” I screamed when I felt ice water against my skin.
I bolted out of bed and ran into someone, knocking him down.
“DAVE!” That person cried. Oops. I know that voice. It’s Melissa.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Good.” I didn’t move.
“Dave?” Melissa asked.
“Yes?”
“You’re on top of me, could you please get up? I can’t move.”
I gasped. I was on top of Melissa. My palms flat on the floor on either side of her, holding my face up from hers. My legs were entwined with hers, and the water from my hair was dripping onto her face.
“Oh!” I cried, and got off of her, pulling her up with me.
When I got up, Scott was looking at me with an amused face.
“Holy…” Melissa said, looking down at her outfit. She was soaked, right through her jeans and T-shirt.
“Whoa! Do you want to go home and change?” I asked.
“No, the painters are in there, and I really don’t want to be in there, with the paint smell. Yuck, so could I borrow some clothes?” she asked me.
“Sure.” I rummaged through my jeans for one that’ll fit her, then I looked for a T-shirt. I handed her the clothes, and she walked to the bathroom to change.
When she came out, I took a look at her.
“Sweet.” Scott said under his breath.
Melissa looked like a grunge girl. Her T-shirt and jeans were baggy and it looks good on her. She handed Scott the wet clothes, and he took them down to the dryer.
“You know Mel,” Scott said, before heading down. “You look really good like that.”
Melissa looked at me questionably.
“You do.” I said.
She smiled.
We walked down to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk. Clint and Bob were there, watching the news.
“16 year olds Alexander Lai and Steven Holloway were found DEAD this morning in a ditch not far from 56th Avenue in an overturned car.”
