Story_Disfunction

There�s nothing sensible about the stillness of suburban life. Everything may work out wondefully on the sitcoms and daytime dramas. Their resolutions are already scripted. All they have to do is spew out some senseless dribble and it�s genius. When people desire normalcy to the breaking point, they jepordize their only chance of having it.
�What do you want, Knuckle?� Knuckle was Andy�s nickname for Hailey. He had called her that since she was little, it was short for Knucklehead. He basically used it to make it look like his seven year old daugter and he really had a relationship. But you could hardly call it that when it was only visitation rights imposed upon him on Wednesdays, Mondays and Fridays. In front of people, he really overdid the artificial relationship.
Hailey eyed the display of casadea ingredients in front of her and stuck her fork into a piece of chicken, ate it and curled up her nose in disgust.
�Wow that was rude.� Whispered Melanie to Alice. Alice and her freshly engaged mother had just moved to a new part of their town, and Alice�s mom had decided to throw a little dinner/halloween party for the new neighbors.
�Try one of my chicken cutlets. The only thing I can cook!� Shelly, Andy�s fiancee picked up the plate, and moved it into Hailey�s view. She curled her nose up again, at her step mom�s food now too.
�Oh c�mon please, you�ll like it.�
�Don�t fight with her Shelly.�
�I just want her to try it.�
�Don�t fight, you�ll just lose. You know you will.� Everyone went quiet at their display. Mel and Alice silently giggled, and wondered how the marriage would ever work out. Shelly put down the plate in defeat. The people really could forsee the success with these two.
� How you feeling over there Drew?� Shelly had given Drew and Lizzie wine. Lizzie was the only commodity Shelly had received from her messy divorce years ago, and not much of a commodity she was. Drew was Andy�s eldest daughter, ten years old. Already, being pumped with the vices of their parents, sure only to follow in their footsteps.
�It�s not that strong.� Assured Alice.
�I like red wine�s better than white one�s.� Andy chimed in.
�Uhh I hate white wine!� Complained Mel. �The crazy country club people always order Pinot grigio.�
�Oh, that�s actually the only white wine I do like. It�s the only one that doesn�t give me a headache.� Chuckled Jacob, Alice�s mom�s Fiancee.
�Gimme your plate let�s get out of here.� Alice tossed their plates and they headed to her room. Mel sat down at the computer.
�Don�t think your going to sit at that computer the whole time you�re here, get off!�
�Okay okay, I�m just seeing if Adam is on, I need the math homework! Or Dave.�
�My Dave?!� Alice gasped.
�No no, mine silly. I promised you I wouldn�t talk to your Dave.�
�Good, because that guy is an Asshole, ever since he hurt me. And now he�s been harassing Laura.. Didn�t she tell you?�
�It doesn�t matter. I have my Dave, I don�t need yours. I wish he didn�t live so far away.� Alice rolled her eyes. �Shut up Alice! He�s so adorible.� Alice rolled her eyes again. Mel left the computer and plopped onto Alice�s lavender covered bed.
�What time is your bitch coming over?� Mel giggled.
�Don�t call him that.�
�Hows� The boyfriend?�
�Eight o�clock I think. I told him to call me than. Wow, its only six twenty.. Maybe I should call him?�
�Gimme the phone I�m calling my mom.�
�Don�t go home! I love you! Don�t leave!�
�If I have to watch you to go at it, I may just throw up�all over the both of you.�
�Don�t say that. We�re so cute together.�
�Right the big goofy red head, and the blonde. A sight for sore eyes.� Alice frowned at her. than the phone rang. Of course it was Jason aka; the bitch, the boyfriend.
�Oh my God, it�s Jason! Ahhhhh!� She blatantly mocked Alice.

Mel hated hearing about all of these happy couples. It seemed lately like everyone was pairing off and falling in love. It was all horribly depressing. She just wanted to shoot them all in the face. She was really just envious. But if Mel couldn�t have it no one could, in her eyes. So she masked it with her barrage of sarcastic comments.
�Okay, I�ll see you in twenty. Lata Babe.�
�Uh, so what are we doing this weekend?�
�Well, Saturday Laura, Sam, Jay and I are all hanging out.�
�Great that means from now on, I won�t have a social life of Saturdays. There�s no way I�m going to fifth wheel with you four.�
�Fridays can be girls night I promise.�
�Put a gun to my head, I�m begging you!� Mel put a pillow over her head to hide the pout on her face. �It just wasn�t fair� she thought. Alice stood in front of her mirror admiring herself. �What the hell was there to admire anyway?� thought Mel. Alice was tall, and built kind of large. She had straight highlighted dirty blonde hair, that she ironed everday. Although she was a little absent minded, she had a good head on her shoulders, Mel would give her at least that. Alice turned away from the mirror.
�Stop wallowing. It�s not that big of a deal, I�ll find you a boyfriend.�
�Jay is out of cute friend�s I think Sam was the only one, and he�s head over heels for Laura.� Alice frowned.
�I�ll find you one.�
�I don�t really don�t want one. I just don�t want to happen to me what had happened, god remember last year?� Mel had really bad issues with attention. And lately she had been good, as she had been getting a lot of it from the opposite sex. Her friend�s called it the �Center-of-Attention Complex.�
�Alice?� Lizzie peaked in the door with Drew in her other hand. �What are you guys doing?� Lizzie used to be really popular when all three the girls were in middle school. Of course, none of them were friends than. They still weren�t friends with Lizzie, but she didn�t have any friends, and since Alice�s mom invited the neighbor and her crazy kids over, Lizzie tagged along. She was short, and tragically trendy. Her hair was black, and srunched into tight little spirals that had entirely too much gel in it. She wasn�t very bright, and her face looked like someone picked up a clump of cookies crumbs and through them onto her cheeks. Those were her freckles.
�We�re watching Empire Records, You ever see it?� Lizzie sat on the bed next to Mel�s argyile sock covered feet. She was crunching some ice she had a in a glass. Drew stood at the door in her rubber duckie pajamas from her day of trick-or-treating. Her long red hair was tied up in high pigtails. She was apprehensive to come in. �It�s okay honey. Come on in.� Beckoned Lizzie.
Drew sat on her soon-to-be step-sister�s lap. Their relationship carried the same insincerity that Hailey and Andy�s did. You could tell they were all trying so hard to fit into the suburban life that they were inclined to live.
�Ya know what.� Suggested Alice. �Let�s go downstairs and get some dessert I�m hungry again, haha.� �Lay off the desserts� angrily thought Mel.
�I�ll catch up with you.� Mel walked across the hall into the outdated bathroom. It was one of the projects Alice�s mom hadn�t gotten around to. She stared into the mirror at herself. She examined her countenance. �I�m not horrible looking, I�m better looking than Alice� She was pouting now. Mel had striking blue eyes, but besides that her face was rather plain. She usually got guys for her mind, she was okay with that. She just wanted to be desired.
�My mom will be here in a little while, care to join me outside Alice?�
�Sure, Oh take a cupcake no wait, take two! God you need it..�
�Let�s go. One with sufice.� Mel and Alice went outside and sat on her stoop.
�How long is this boyfriend shit gonna go on?�
�I wonder who will get here first, your mom or Jay?�
�This really sucks. You guys need to break up so I don�t have to third wheel.� But Alice wasn�t even paying attention, as usual wrapped up in her own affairs. �So fucking selfish� Mel thought.
On the way home she could think of nothing more than how selfish everyone has been lately, and how they should be concerned about her. She was so angry by the time she got home she decided to go for a walk over to the school, to think some things over. Like maybe getting some new friends. She heard someone call from behind her.
�Hey Mel!� She turned around.
�Mel! What�s up?� Someone came running at her from in front, but she couldn�t make him out because it was so dark. His name was Stephen Rivers. Stephen was just a big dork who went to private school. He was Alice�s cousin, and that explained his general goofiness. He was tall, dark, and exceedingly handsome. He was stereotypically cute. Mel was guilty of falling for his primitive charms. Or maybe it was just that he was a big sweetheart.
�What are you doing out this time of night?� He questioned.
�Fool, its ten thirty.� He gently hit her in the stomach, fliratiously. It was his signature.
�Don�t you belong out with your hoes?� Mel teased.
�Why would I want to do that when I could be here with you?�
�Spare me today, okay?� A look of melancholy graced her face, and he could see something was bugging her.
�Okay let me have it.�
�I don�t know what you�re talking about.� Yes Mel did, she knew perfectly well, but she was tired of burdening people with her problems for once.
�Want to go on the swings?�
�Swinging should be an aphrodisiac, don�t you think?� She ascended higher and higher into the sky.
�C�mon I bet I can jump off further than you!� He challenged. Okay, so Stephan certainly knew how attractive he was and used it to his advantage. But Mel had seen a masked potential for intelligence. And maybe in some ways, he filled the void. Sure he had tons of girls at his beckon and call, but she liked to think she was better than them. And Stephan had the ability to court them all, and make them all feel special that was his skill. They landed in the sand.
�Asshole!� She shoved him.
�What did I do?!�
�I didn�t say you were allowed to win.�
�Your just jealous, just like you always have to be right. You always have to win.�
�Is that so wrong?� Mel asked.
�Haha, I guess not.� He got up out of the sand and brushed himself off, before grabbing Mel�s hand and helping her up.
�So what now?� She said.
�Um, well. I have an idea.� His chocolate eyes stared right into hers, and she knew he was going to kiss her. This moment has happened before, and this time she didn�t know if the meaningless kisses were really helping her situation any.
�What wrong Mel?� Obviously he wasn�t used to being turned down. He�d never admit that he was conceited. She turned around her back facing his.
�You�re such a whore.� He looked dissapointed. She guessed he knew that was coming. But Mel knew that if she wouldn�t kiss him, and she�d give him a hard time; he would just turn around to the next girl who wanted to get with him. She almost wished she had that luxury, To treat people like commodoties and than just be done with them.
�I gotta go.�
�Right, call me names than leave, that�s fucked up.�
�Not tonight okay, walk me home?� He didn�t respond. �Okay don�t. See you later I guess than.�
�Mel wait!�
�Blow me.�
�Fine, have it you�re way.� On the way home Mel contemplated so many times turning around back to him. That would mean swallowing her pride of course, and she�d rather commit ritualistic suicide than do that. She had to call Laura and complain to her when she got home.
�What am I going to do?�
�Are you aware what time it is?�
�I really like him. Stephan.�
�I was just sleeping. Is it life or death?�
�Well, no but��
�Good. We�ll handle the matter tomorrow.� What a stupid bitch, she thought. Mel couldn�t believe the friends she had, couldn�t even help her at three a.m. When all else fails, late night television was the answer. All the infomercials blurred her vision until she took on sleep as her only other option.
Stephan slowly tiptoed into the quiet room. Mel was on the couch covered a heap of blankets. He pulled a knife out of his back pocket. Small, yet effective it would get the job done. He tore the blanket from her body, still in the clothes from previous night. She rose, startled. He slapped his hand across her mouth.
�Make a sound, just try. That is of course, if you�d like to die too.�
�Too?� She whispered, through the slats of his fingers.
�Shut up bitch.� A tear fell from her eye and onto the knuckles of his hand. He gently placed the nice to the side of her neck and preceded to jam in as far as he could, until a stream of blood dripped down staining her couch. And continued to do so, until her body lay still and white. Looking almost comotose, she lie dead in her solemnity. In the silence that shook and ended her world in one final stab to the neck.
The studio audience clapped approvingly., And anticipated tomorrows episode. The lights dimmed on the studio.