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Authors: Lisi Harrison
Tags: Juvenile Fiction / Monsters, Juvenile Fiction / Juvenile Fiction - Social Issues - Adolescence, Juvenile Fiction / Media Tie-In, Juvenile Fiction / Horror & Ghost Stories, JUVENILE FICTION / Humorous Stories
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leaned toward him for a thank-you kiss when—
ping!
Melody pulled back to check her phone.
TO: Melody
June 4, 2:57 PM
CANDACE: @ SHANE’S DORM. GRUNGE GODDESS AUDITIONING LEAD SINGER. SIGNED U UP. NEXT THURS. 3:30 @ SHERWOOD SUITE #503. BEST SISTER EVER OUT!
Melody shaded the screen and read it again. And again. And again… She jumped to her feet and hopped barefoot in the grass. “Yessssss!”
“What?” Jackson asked, standing up and hopping too.
“GrungeGoddessisauditioningnewsingersandCandacegotmeonthelist! I have an audition next week!”
He high-fived her. “Maybe you can you do something about that name.”
Melody froze.
Did he really just say that?
“Sorry… it’s great news. It really is,” he said, snickering.
Icicles formed inside Melody where warm syrupy love had flowed only moments earlier. She dumped the brownies into the trash. “Way to rock block.”
“Not the brownies!” Jackson screeched.
“You’re next if you don’t watch it,” she said, only half-joking.
“I just can’t get over the name. It’s so… dorky.”
“You would know,” she said, pointing at his misbuttoned shirt.
“I’m just kidding,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m really happy for you. Maybe now I’ll get to see you perform.” Jackson cranked his fan up to high. He held it in front of his face with one hand and squeezed her bare calf with the other.
Melody lowered the fan so she could see his eyes. “Does this mean you’ll come to the audition?”
“Depends.”
Melody waited.
“I want a new batch of brownies by sundown.”
“Deal,” she said, holding out her hand.
“Deal,” he said, shaking it. “When is the audition?”
She reread the text. “Thursday at three thirty.”
“Uh-oh.”
Another rock block.
“Our camp interviews are at five.”
Melody tucked a dandelion behind Jackson’s ear. “That gives us an hour and a half. We’ll be fine.”
He looked down at the grass. Melody squeezed his hand, using all of her willpower not to use her voice on him. Because how easy would that be?
Jackson, listen up. You’re going to support me on all things music-related. And you’re gonna love it.
To which he would reply,
Yes, Melly. Whatever you say, Melly. Can I carry you onstage, Melly?
To which she would reply,
Blech!
Because honestly, if she wanted a robo-boyfriend, Mr. Stein could probably stitch one up for her by Monday. She needed to know that Jackson’s support came of his own free will. Without that, she’d never know if—
“I’m in!”
“Perfect!” Melody jammed her phone into the back pocket of her cutoff jean shorts and grabbed her canvas purse. “Come on. I have to start practicing!”
Jackson tossed the remaining plastic containers into the basket and hooked his backpack over his shoulder.
“I guess the picnic’s over.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
T’EAU-DALLY DISSED
Clawd speared a piece of teriyaki tofurkey, reached across the teak table, and fed a bite to Lala.
“Mmmmm…” She licked her lips, savoring the flavor of salty meat substitute. “Now you,” she said, feeding a bite to Clawd.
He chewed. “Rabid good! So much better than the real thing.”
The undulating sea rocked their yacht like a newborn’s cradle. Mr. D popped the cork on a bottle of Martinelli’s as Lala leaned back in her deck chair, offering herself to the sun. Her black-and-silver bikini was still damp from their swim with the dolphins. Clawd knelt before her, holding a robin’s-egg blue box and wearing a loving grin. Her father stood above them with a camera. Mr. D took off his Carrera sunglasses, allowing a tear of joy to roll freely down his cheek. It was the first time Lala had ever seen him hold a camera, let alone cry with joy. Just as Lala was about to open the blue box, the wind picked up. Clouds rolled in and covered the sun. The sails creaked in protest as the gentle rocking became more of an impatient shake….
“… I
said
, time for uppies. You’re late.”
ping!
Melody pulled back to check her phone.
TO: Melody
June 4, 2:57 PM
CANDACE: @ SHANE’S DORM. GRUNGE GODDESS AUDITIONING LEAD SINGER. SIGNED U UP. NEXT THURS. 3:30 @ SHERWOOD SUITE #503. BEST SISTER EVER OUT!
Melody shaded the screen and read it again. And again. And again… She jumped to her feet and hopped barefoot in the grass. “Yessssss!”
“What?” Jackson asked, standing up and hopping too.
“GrungeGoddessisauditioningnewsingersandCandacegotmeonthelist! I have an audition next week!”
He high-fived her. “Maybe you can you do something about that name.”
Melody froze.
Did he really just say that?
“Sorry… it’s great news. It really is,” he said, snickering.
Icicles formed inside Melody where warm syrupy love had flowed only moments earlier. She dumped the brownies into the trash. “Way to rock block.”
“Not the brownies!” Jackson screeched.
“You’re next if you don’t watch it,” she said, only half-joking.
“I just can’t get over the name. It’s so… dorky.”
“You would know,” she said, pointing at his misbuttoned shirt.
“I’m just kidding,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m really happy for you. Maybe now I’ll get to see you perform.” Jackson cranked his fan up to high. He held it in front of his face with one hand and squeezed her bare calf with the other.
Melody lowered the fan so she could see his eyes. “Does this mean you’ll come to the audition?”
“Depends.”
Melody waited.
“I want a new batch of brownies by sundown.”
“Deal,” she said, holding out her hand.
“Deal,” he said, shaking it. “When is the audition?”
She reread the text. “Thursday at three thirty.”
“Uh-oh.”
Another rock block.
“Our camp interviews are at five.”
Melody tucked a dandelion behind Jackson’s ear. “That gives us an hour and a half. We’ll be fine.”
He looked down at the grass. Melody squeezed his hand, using all of her willpower not to use her voice on him. Because how easy would that be?
Jackson, listen up. You’re going to support me on all things music-related. And you’re gonna love it.
To which he would reply,
Yes, Melly. Whatever you say, Melly. Can I carry you onstage, Melly?
To which she would reply,
Blech!
Because honestly, if she wanted a robo-boyfriend, Mr. Stein could probably stitch one up for her by Monday. She needed to know that Jackson’s support came of his own free will. Without that, she’d never know if—
“I’m in!”
“Perfect!” Melody jammed her phone into the back pocket of her cutoff jean shorts and grabbed her canvas purse. “Come on. I have to start practicing!”
Jackson tossed the remaining plastic containers into the basket and hooked his backpack over his shoulder.
“I guess the picnic’s over.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
T’EAU-DALLY DISSED
Clawd speared a piece of teriyaki tofurkey, reached across the teak table, and fed a bite to Lala.
“Mmmmm…” She licked her lips, savoring the flavor of salty meat substitute. “Now you,” she said, feeding a bite to Clawd.
He chewed. “Rabid good! So much better than the real thing.”
The undulating sea rocked their yacht like a newborn’s cradle. Mr. D popped the cork on a bottle of Martinelli’s as Lala leaned back in her deck chair, offering herself to the sun. Her black-and-silver bikini was still damp from their swim with the dolphins. Clawd knelt before her, holding a robin’s-egg blue box and wearing a loving grin. Her father stood above them with a camera. Mr. D took off his Carrera sunglasses, allowing a tear of joy to roll freely down his cheek. It was the first time Lala had ever seen him hold a camera, let alone cry with joy. Just as Lala was about to open the blue box, the wind picked up. Clouds rolled in and covered the sun. The sails creaked in protest as the gentle rocking became more of an impatient shake….
“… I
said
, time for uppies. You’re late.”
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