Eighteen.

He hadn't shown up.

It wasn't like he vowed to show up every night.

But Mel had gotten used to it.

She didn't know if it was bad or good.

But her mind was choosing the latter.

She sighed as she picked up a new novel, trying to concentrate on it,but she was worried?

She was worried,but she was sure he was fine.

She quickly remembered that Amelia was in her room last night,and Mel remembered her putting a paper under her lamp.

She picked it up,and read through it's contents.

Damien's number.

She remembered Amelia's words.

"He's your friend,yet you don't have his number," she scribbled something on a piece of paper and winked. "I know you'll need it"

Mel chuckled as she dialed his number.

He didn't pick up. Instead,his number was engaged. Hmm..

Mel decided to give the poor boy space. He was dealing with a lot concerning his grandfather.

She sighed as she dropped the novel on her nightstand and closed her eyes. Trying to rest a bit before she slept.