"So what's new, Wanda?" Mel asked me. We were enjoying a few minutes of rare alone time together. I shook my head and glanced around the hotel room. I was wondering where Ian and Jared had gone, they were supposed to have been back after five minutes, but it had been twenty now and I was beginning to get worried.
"Wanda, they know how to take care of themselves. They will be fine," Mel told me firmly. She wanted desperately for this to be true. I sighed and turned all of my attention to Mel. We barely got any time alone together so I decided I should use it wisely.
"You're right," I said. "So anything new with you, Mel?"
"No. Not really, but there has been something I've been wondering for a few months…," Mel replied trailing off at the end. I was curios as to what she wanted to know. I had told her all of my secrets when we had "shared" a body.
"Mel?" I prompted.
"Well remember when you said that your body was almost eighteen? Were you lying? Because that body sure doesn't look eighteen." I blushed and dropped my eyes to the floor. I smiled to myself, of course Melanie would know that I lied about my host body's age. "You did! Why?"
I looked at Mel hoping that she would realize the answer for herself. No luck, though, she looked confused. "Well….after what you went though with Jared because you were seventeen I figured I would take your experience and learn from it," I mumbled still blushing. I wished that I didn't blush this much. I had never blushed when I was in Mel's body. But I wasn't in her body; I was in Pet's and she had more visible emotions than Mel had.
"Ohhh, got ya," Mel said knowingly. I smiled at her and she burst out laughing. I stared at her wondering what was so funny. "I'm sorry, Wanderer, it's just funny that you lied about your age to Ian for that," Mel choked out through laughter.
"What do you mean?" I demanded her.
"I mean you lied to Ian so you guys could be together even though you're underage," she responded once she had stopped laughing. I blushed deep red, this only caused her to burst out laughing again.
"It really isn't all that funny. And I'm not underage! I'm thousands of years old!"
"Your mind may be, but your body isn't," she said. She had stopped laughing again, but she had a mischievous look in her eyes.
"You aren't going to tell him are you?" I asked her loudly. All she gave me for an answer was a satisfied smirk.