Who: Melinda and OPEN What: Mulling around her room When: Sometime after dinner Where: Her dorm room Rating: TBA
Mel was on her bed, laying on her back. Her bare feet were up against the wall, causing her dress to bunch up against her uppers legs. This caused both her bare legs and uppers thighs to show, but she didn't care right then. Her long brown hair was hanging over the edge of the bed, just sweeping the floor. She was holding a book up, her eyes scanning it's pages in a bored way. A laptop sat opened on the nearby desk, a blank wordpad document opened, the cursor flashing. It was obvious that she was suppose to be doing something on the machine, although she seemed to have never gotten started. There was low music coming from the computer, filling the room with the sound of a woman's rather haunting voice. The low lull of students coming and going outside her door seeped into the room slightly due to her door being slight ajar, which she didn't even notice.
Mel was in a bit of a funk, she didn't know why. Whether it was the weather, the fact that classes were starting up again soon, or that she had just spent the holidays with a very happy and content family. Either way, she was feeling a little blue. Melinda knew that her mood was caused by the latter. She had just spent the Christmas break at her mother and father's house, where her two little older brothers ran around waiting on Saint Nick to show up. Both her parents seemed happy with their lives, and seeing her older brother (the grown one) with his soon to be new wife and two beautiful daughters act all blissful only made Melinda more down. She was happy for them, all of them, really. Especially Peighton, since she had finally had her babies as well. Just all of those things made Melinda feel, oddly enough, lonely. She had been surrounded by family for days, and yet she had felt lonely. It's not like she wanted a marriage or kids or anything, she was far too immature for that. But she couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she was alone, even though it was no ones fault but her own. She could be out there, flirting and dating and all that jazz. But really, Melinda hated the single scene. It all seemed like so much work, especially when she clicked with so few people. True she had clicked with a couple people out there, but she had just never really followed up on it. See, Melinda was a lot like her aunt Prue that way. She self sabotaged, always giving up on something before she had a chance to be hurt. And it sucked.
With a sigh, Melinda tossed her book aside with a dull thud. She draped her arm over her eyes, blocking out the light from her nightstand lamp. The overhead light she had shut off when she first laid down, so it wouldn't blind her when she looked up. She exhaled loudly. "What am i gonna do?" She asked herself aloud.