In the morning I wake up on Brandon's chest on the couch. My mind replays last nights memories of watching tv on the couch. We must have fallen asleep. I carefully sit up making sure I don't wake Brandon. I hear a rustle coming from the kitchen and my eyes go wide. What the hell? Who is in the kitchen?

I quietly get up and make my way to the kitchen. I grab a vase off of one of the shelves for a weapon. I hold it up and step in to the kitchen. I see a crouched figure with black hair raiding the fridge.

"Melody?" I say. Her black hair whips around and her frightened emerald eyes stare into mine. I set the vase down on the counter.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Her mouth moves but nothing comes out. I must have waken up Brandon because he came running into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" He asks. Melody's eyes go back and forth from Brandon's and I. I look and see that she has bread, peanut butter, and one of my protein bars that kept going missing. I finally realize why she is here.

"This is so embarrassing," she breathes and touches her forehead.

"Brandon can you go upstairs?" I asked facing him. He hesitates and nods and leaves the kitchen. I walk towards Melody and she sets the food on the counter.

"Melody, why are you here?" I asked. Tears fill her eyes.

"Ava, I'm so sorry! I didn't know where else to go! My parents threw me out." She said. "They found out about the guy in Spain and they threw me out." She said quietly.

"Oh Melody," I said sighing.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't tell the other girls because I thought that they wouldn't get it and I thought that Pricilla would have judged me so I have been sneaking into your house. I've been  staying in the guest bedroom."

"So that's why I've been hearing footsteps throughout the house and my protein bars have disappeared!" I said realizing.

"I understand if your mad and-," she started.

"Melody, I'm not mad. You should have told me. I would have let you stay." I said. She nodded and gave me a hug.

"So you've been here every night?" I asked.

"Before you ask anything else, I haven't been listening to your conversations or anything. I mean I had to listen to your dad and his girlfriend and I did notice that Brandon had been coming over a lot more. Are you guys dating?" She finally asks.

"Um... I don't know," I blush.

"Well, you's seem like you really like him. Is that why haven't told Pricilla?" I nod.

"Brandon has a lot of things going on right now and I don't want him dealing with Pricilla. She's my problem."

"I'm sorry I didn't stick up for you or say anything at the party on Friday. I was just really scared." She said.

"It's okay," I nod. "Melody I think you should go home and talk to your parents," I said. She nodded slowly.

"You're right," she said.

"Are you going to be okay?" She nods. "If everything goes bad you can stay here as long as you want." She smiles and hugs me again.

"Thank you Ava," She says. I walk her out the door and sigh when she leaves. Then I head upstairs to find Brandon.

When I walk into my room I see him coming out of the bathroom in a towel.

"Where's Melody?" He asked.

"She went home. Apparently she has been staying here because her parents kicked her out." I said wrapping my arms around his bare neck.

"Wow, you have some crazy friends," he chuckles. His chest vibrates and I laughed.

"Yeah I do," I admit. He kisses my forehead and down to my lips. I giggle and keep kissing him.

"I could get used to this," he murmured against my lips. I moan against his lips and smile.

"Wait," he breaks away from the kiss.

"What?" I ask missing his lips on mine.

"Will you go out to dinner with me tonight?" My eyes widen.

"Is Brandon Meyers asking me out on a date?" I gasp. He smiled and nods.

"I'd be honored," I smile. He kisses me and I lick my arms around him and don't let go.

Later Brandon goes home and says he will pick me up around 7. I decide to work out a little bit and work on my dance for the audition for New York Dance School. When I'm finished I make myself a quick snack and then start to get ready.

I pick out a black lace dress with small decal flowers at the bottom. I put on some heels and then started on my hair. I do some lose curls with a curling iron and then do my makeup.

I don't go too crazy and do a simple brown eye look. I swipe the last coat of mascara on and put on some earrings and a necklace. I take one last look at myself in the mirror and turn the light off. It's dark downstairs and I hear a honk outside. I grab my phone and head outside. Brandon's car headlights illuminate the walk way. He steps out of the car and walks in front of the car. He is wearing a blue button down and jeans. I don't think I've ever since him in anything other than a dark colored t shirt.

"You look amazing," he smiles.

"You do too. Did your mom make you wear that?" I teased. He laughed.

"Sadly, yes," he smiled.

"Well, I like it," I said. "So where are we going?"

"You'll see," he said walking to the passenger side and opening the door for me. I smiled and slipped into the passenger seat. Brandon got in and started driving. He turned up the music and I watched the trees pass into the dark.

We finally pulled up to a restaurant. It looked really nice. He parked the car and he opened my door for me.

"So, what is this place?" I asked curiously.

"It's a gourmet pizza house. They have the best pizza in the state," he said proudly. I smiled excitedly. We started walking when I felt a buzz of my phone in my hand. I stopped and looked at it.

Melody: I worked it out with my parents. They let me come home. Thank you Ava.

I smiled and turned my phone off. Brandon held out his hand and I took it and he led me into the restaurant.

Dinner was great. It was late when Brandon took me home, but I didn't care. When we pulled up on his driveway he turned the lights and the car off.

"Shit," he said. I looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"My dad is home," he said unbuckling his seat belt.

Suddenly the door to his house opened and there stood his father. He looked angry and drunk.

"Brandon! Get inside! Where the hell have you been?!" He growled. Brandon got out of the car.

"Dad, please just go inside," he said. His dad came closer and looked at me.

"Oh you've been out with your little slut friend," I flinched at the words. Brandon glared at his dad. "Where in gods name did you get this car son?" He taunted.

"I built it, dad," Brandon said. His jaw clenched and I watched as his fist closed. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Well, it would be a shame if something happened to it," he said stepping closer. My brain rang in alarm.

"Dad, stop!" Brandon yelled. I quickly hopped into the drivers seat and turned on the engine. I didn't think. I just reversed out of the driveway and sped away from Brandon's dad who was running at the car. I looked back as I drove to see Brandon's smirk on his face. I smiled and turned around to see headlights blinding in my direction and then suddenly everything went black.