A/N: I’m horrible, aren’t I? I can’t help but start a story and then not get very far. I’m not saying that I’m done with For You To Notice…I’m just on a little break. Actually, I’m stuck between where we are now, and where I want to go. It sucks. Gah.

So now, I present to you this new little number.

Most of the things I’ve written steered towards romance, even if I tried not to. This one, I hope, will have more comedy incorporated into it, and not so much drama.

Anyways, let’s move on to the story now. Yay.

Disclaimer: Characters mine. So is everything else, unless stated. Like The Anarchist Cookbook…not mine. Borrowed the idea of it from someone I know who owns the book. Yeah.

The Right Side of Wrong

Chapter One: Meetings

The day was one of perfection; there was not a cloud in the bright blue sky, it was pleasantly warm for late spring, with a gentle breeze, the birds were singing…you get the picture. So did Melody Moore. She was outside, sitting on her front porch in her small neighborhood, reading a book. With this picturesque scene, most would expect her to be reading some sappy romance novel.

Oh, how you would be mistaken.

Melody may have appeared to be quite the innocent eighteen-year-old, but she was far from it. True, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Too bad she was the epitome of ‘looks can be deceiving’.

Although to adults and teachers, she was a straight-A student, she was completely different around her friends. She was the overly hyperactive one who would dance on a tabletop in a room of strangers.

Not to say that she’d ever done that before…

Today, Melody was clad in what her, and most of her friends, considered odd attire for her. A rather short light blue and green striped polo shirt adorned her upper half, exposing her midriff; a pair of light khaki capris rested on her hips, her white flip flops laying next to her on the porch.

Who would think that to be odd? Most would say you were crazy, for that is almost what over half of the teenage female population wears on a normal basis.

You wouldn’t say that had you seen her last night.

A fairly short hot pink skirt, paired with black fishnets and a tight black tube top, complete with black heels was her choice of clothing for last night’s ‘get together’ at a friend’s house.

Yes, it was almost as if Melody had two different personalities. That was not true; maybe two fashion personalities, but the same one inside. Although she could appear to be quite the bad girl, she was quite the sweetheart. She still slept with a couple of stuffed animals, and clung to the nearest person during a scary movie. Just because she had a soft side that she was not afraid to reveal did not mean that there wasn’t a hard side to match. She could be quite stubborn and demanding, and had a confident air about herself.

Maybe that’s what had attracted Alexander Larson to her. Known for being quite soft-spoken and reserved, he and Melody had hit it off almost instantly, after meeting at a party one evening a few months ago.

Melody had been out on the dance floor, ‘busting a move’ as she called it, while Alexander, who had been dragged there by some of his friends that claimed it was ‘the social event of the year’, sat conversing with the others who didn’t seem like they enjoyed dancing. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how—on the contrary, he was quite skilled in dancing—he just didn’t feel like it at that time. Maybe that’s how he caught a certain blonde’s eye from the dance floor.

After a few more dances, Melody had excused herself to get something to drink, all the while thinking about that adorable guy she had seen sitting alone, looking like he was having a horrible time; she then decided to make it her mission to make sure he had a good time.

Getting a drink for herself, and one for the mysterious stranger, Melody conveniently found a spot next to him; Alexander had been watching the people dancing on the dance floor and hadn’t noticed that he was not alone anymore.

Melody had offered him the drink, which he took, and they began to talk. It turned out that they both had things in common; each had a younger sibling, enjoyed being outdoors, and reading, among other things.

After chatting for some while, a slower song encompassed the room, the mass of dancing teens now turning into pairs. Neither of them asked each other for a dance; Melody took Alexander by the hand and made their way out there.

She put her hands around his neck, while he rested his on her hips as they began to sway with the music. Alexander couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her; it was as if he was in a trance. Melody took turns looking down at her feet, which she was sure would trip, and the attractive guy right in front of her. His short, light brown hair was matched with a pair of stunning green eyes that seemed to beg her to look deep into them and discover something about him and herself; that is exactly what happened.

After the song was over, and the party ended, phone numbers were exchanged in hopes of seeing each other again. That, they made sure of.

Now, over a year later, they were together still, happy as ever. Melody hadn’t had a second thought about her and Alexander.

That is, until she glanced down the street at a moving truck that pulled into a driveway about four houses down, a car following it.

Normally, she would have found The Anarchist Cookbook much more interesting than a moving truck; it was probably some old couple and their cats or something.

Oh, how she was wrong.

Three people stepped out of the red vehicle. A couple came out of the front, looking like the spitting image of Ward and June Cleaver, yet without the retro look. But what really caught her eye was who stepped out of the back seat.

A tall, dark, and handsome guy was now standing four houses down, stretching from what she assumed to be a long car ride here.

The stranger had dark brown, almost black hair that looked like not even the strongest of hair products could tame it, with a pair of warm, chocolate brown eyes.

The only thing that Melody could think of, other than ‘what a hottie’, was something that she thought wouldn’t ever have crossed her mind.

Was she about to be pulled into a love triangle between herself, Alexander, and this new guy?

Oh how she was correct.