Mel glowered at Vince with her sparkling eyes as he walked right through the door. Just as she had obviously pulled a pan out from under the stove, too! The only reason she hardly ever cooked, was because people ignored the fact that she WAS cooking when she got around to it. Dropping the pan, rather loudly, on top of the stove she stormed out the front door after Vince. First Jack had left...now Vince?

She slipped down the stairs and rode the elevator to the main level of the apartment building. Then, she walked across the parking lot in her sock-covered-feet into the parking lot. Right beside Vince's car was her motorcycle. Yes, she had a motorcycle. Actually, the motorcycle matched her guitar...which was a deep purple and black color.

Opening Vince's car door she placed a hand on her hip, not aware that about an inch of her lightly tanned stomach was showing. Her curls had bounced in front of her chest, and her layers framed her face almost perfectly. How could someone look so good when so annoyed?

“I was making breakfast...” She snapped, a small smile creeping up over her lips. Never could she ever stay mad at any of them for too long. “Want to come up and have some?” Really, she still had to get used to most of the band members. She had grown the closest to Jack, and she was fine with Dave...but Vince and Ella still seemed foreighn to her at times. Of course she loved them all, she just didn't feel the love back in return. She craved that 'team' feeling in their group.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of two men checking her out, but she kept quiet. The only time she ever snapped at anyone, was if they touched her inappropriately. This often happened at places like clubs and bars when they performed.

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