Mellisa

Dad got married last week. It happened fast—just a courthouse thing. Now we’ve moved into this new house, the one they bought together. It’s bigger than what we had before. Plenty of space for all of us. The bedrooms are upstairs, mine and Mellisa’s are right next to each other, with a bathroom connecting them. The door on her side locks from her end. Mellisa and I don’t really talk much, just the usual awkward small talk, it all still feels weird. Especially with our parents running off on their honeymoon, leaving us to ‘figure things out’ between each other. She’s pretty quiet, keeps to herself, and I’m not sure how to handle all this yet. We barely know each other, and now we’re living in the same house. We constantly have little crisis’ like what’s happening now as I take a shower…