This is my first story trying really hard not to curse. Hope you like it!


Melanie kicked another pebble by her feet as the porch swing rocked languidly in the sweltering summer heat. A mango flavored lollipop stick protruded from her petal pink lips, the tawny furred, purebreed show poodle at her feet whining and begging for a taste of the sweet, only to be ignored. Her denim shorts were beginning to unravel at the hems from being worn so much, her sunset striped tank top worse for wear. Her black Converse had faded so that it had a white-green tinge to it, the All-Star symbol on the inner sides smudged, the red and blue ink running and smeared.

Summer vacation had long since started, already a good three or four weeks in. Living in Los Angeles, Southern California almost always ensured a simmering summer with the occasional unexpected rain. Melanie had adjusted, of course, having moved to California from Michigan nearly a year ago. Her younger brother... Not so much. Terry still complained nonstop about the continuous summer heat and lack of snow in the winter.

Melanie only looked up from the aimless direction of the wood paneling in the porch floor when she noticed a figure dressed heavily in black from the corner of her eye.

Smacking her lips around the sweet in her mouth, Melanie narrowed her emerald green eyes(that were already starting to darken into a more of a hunter green with her teenage years) at the newcomer. The boy seemed to be a the same age as her, seventeen, if not a year older, and sported a cocky smirk.

Flipping her auburn hair out of her eyes, Melanie scrunched her mouth to the side and lay a protective hand on the head of her panting poodle. The dog looked up at her with his confused dark eyes.

"Can I help you?" Melanie asked, moving her lollipop to the side with her tongue, waving her free hand forward as if to prod an answer out of the stranger. His looks had a foreign air to them, and his lightning blue eyes seemed to almost glow.

The boy chuckled and ran a hand confidantly through his black spiky hair, revealing a bit of a Chinese character tattoo marked in dark ink that stood out starkly against pale skin.

Running a quick scan, Melanie noticed the many piercings the boy had: two eyebrow piercings on one side, a lip ring, four piercings on each ear(three rings and a stud), and the glint of a stud in his tongue when he licked his dry lips. Heavy, black, cargo pants hung off his hips, held together by a black and white studded belt. A white longsleeved shirt was under a black band t-shirt, and a thick designer jacket was worn over the shirts with the first button snapped together near his neck. Heavy combat boots adorned his feet, the laced double-knotted. Many leather or bead bracelets wrapped loosely around his wrists, the glint of a gold-painted chain spotted from under his shirts.

"Yeah," he grinned, lowering his head to look up at her through thick lashes. "I'm looking for a... Tiara Balmes?"

Melanie frowned. What did he want with her mother? "That's my mom, yeah." The brown-red haired girl got up cautiously from the porch swing and picked up her poodle, before moving towards the closed screen door, all without averting her gaze on those lazy, half-lidded blue eyes. "What about it?"

The boy took a casual step forward, despite Melanie's challenging gaze. "She told my mom that she'd hire me for helping her in her gardening."

The green eyed girl raised a finely plucked brow. This kid didn't look like he could last very long working in the sun with the way he dressed, much less for a whole day the rest of the summer. He'd pass out within the first couple hours. "You?"

"Mhmm," he murmured, rocking back and forth on his feet. "Now are you going to call her out or interrogate me for the rest of the day?"

Scowling, Melanie threw open the screen door and slipped through quickly, as to not allow the insects to get in. After spitting her now bare white lollipop stick out in the trashcan by the door, the emerald eyed highschool junior raced through the two-story building to fetch her mother from the kitchen.

"Mama!" she called, setting her dog down at the doorway and sticking her head inside to see her almost five foot mother humming a tune jovially as she mixed sliced strawberries, sugared blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries, cubed watermelon, cantelope, and honeydew, and cut up orange sections into a large bowl to make a summer fruit salad. Melanie's favorite snack. She usually made it when someone special was coming over or they had a party or when she wanted to soften Melanie up for news she might not like.

"Yes, dear?" Tiara smiled, dropping the large spoon she was using back into the bowl to grab a dishcloth to wipe her juice covered hands. Her blonde hair was pulled back neatly into a casual, yet elegant, bun, the loose strands tucked behind her ears. Her dark green eyes sparkled with childish glee. Melanie's mother had always had a childish, carefree personality.

"There's a boy outside," Melanie began, leaning against the marble countertop and crossing her arms, "and he said something about working for you this summer?"

"Oh, you mean Takeru? He's here!" Tiara nearly squealed as she sprinting through the house with bare feet, leaving her confused daughter in her dust. "Come on, Melie, I need to introduce you guys!"

Melanie sighed heavily before following after her easily-excitable mother. She really wasn't looking forward to a proper introduction with this 'Takeru' guy. That is, if she got a proper introduction. Her mother was never good at remembering what it was she needed to do.


Takeru Yamazuki grinned as he saw the four foot eleven-and-a-half tall blonde woman bounding out of the house, launching herself at his near 6 foot frame in a large bear hug.

"TAAAAAAAKEEEEERUUUUUUU!" Tiara laughed, clinging onto the teen. She was more like a child than an adult. Being a single mother didn't help how she acted, either. "How are you, Takky? Do you want to come inside? Oooh, is that your car? It's so expensive!" Then she blinked. "Where are your bags?"

"In the trunk."

Melanie stepped out languidly, frowning when she saw the definately pricey automobile in her driveway. "No way..." she breathed. "That's a-"

Takeru's grin widened to the point that Melanie was frightened his face might rip in two. "Chrome Lamborghini Murcielago LP640 Roadster," he finished, gently placing Tiara down onto the ground to stick his hands in his pockets and coolly walk over to the slackjawed girl. Taking once hand out of his pocket, he motioned to the glossy orange vehicle. "Nice, isn't it?"

"Y-yeah..." Melanie dazedly stumbled down the porch steps and towards the car, glancing back hesitantly, like a nervous child. "Can... Can I touch it?"

Takeru looked like a small child that just found out that that current day was a mix of Christmas and his birthday, all wrapped up in one. "Sure!" he chirped, almost skipping to the girl and his car. "Citra's always been a fan favorite!"

"Citra..." Melanie murmured, running her rainbow-painted fingernail hands over the exterior of the car. "It's - I mean, she's gorgeous...!"

"Yep," Takeru nodded, placing a hand on the roof of the vehicle and rubbing the smooth surface proudly. "It was just today that I saw something more beautiful."

"The ocean view...?" Melanie guessed, never taking her eyes off her dream car. It was her favorite shade of sunset orange, too.

"No," the dark haired boy whispered, placing his hands over the brunette's, causing her to look up confusedly into Takeru's electric blue orbs. "I saw you."

Tearing her eyes away from the boy, she lifted her hands off of the car and began a brisk pace back to the house. A troubled air seemed to hang heavily around her.

"Stop messing with me," Melanie muttered, throwing open the screen door and disappearing inside. Tiara glanced at her daughter, a flicker of worry crossing her face, before she turned back to Takeru with her smile returned, albeit a bit forced.

"Don't worry, Takky," she said, "Melie will warm up to you. She's just had some... trouble with relationships in the past."

Takeru sighed. "Thanks, Tiara." He put up a small smile. "So what work do you have for me?"


AAAAAND that's the prologue! :3 Review please! I work hard on these!

UPDATE JUNE 1: I had to relook through this... I stupidly forgot to edit one part where it says [The brown-red haired girl got up cautiously from the porch swing and picked up her poodle, before moving towards the closed screen door, all without averting her gaze on those lazy, half-lidded chocolate eyes. "What about it?"] so I had to change it to its correct color, which is [blue] :I lol I'm so stupid.

Chapter 1 should be out soon... when I get my lazy ass going to start it(Hey, I said I wouldn't curse in the story XD I said nothing about the A/Ns! Ehehe)