Broke: Melanie is the "sane one" in the relationship. She is pacifistic and wouldn't truly hurt a fly. Halligan is murderous.
Woke (Canon Mel): Melanie is the one that bashes people's head in with a skull when she can't find the means to put them to sleep with poison ("Sleep well."). She is resourceful, knowledgeable in medieval weaponry and she is 100% ready to kill you at all times if she sees it fit. Halligan is the one that finds contrived (and many times non-murderous) ways to get people out of the way; whether or not that's mild poisoning, arson or just plain theft. Murder would be incidental. Either way there is no peace in the world once the neodruids are gone thanks to these two. They're perfect together. You deceive yourself. There is no fully sane person in the Mystery of the Drui-
Rain — I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain. BRELANIE
you're welcome dem cuties xo
Melanie stared with dismay at the pouring rain, her hand reaching subconsciously to touch her perfectly done hair. Wrinkling up her nose, she closed the front door and looked back at Brett with a frown. "Do we really have to go out there? We can just stay home, watch a movie..." Her voice trailed off, knowing that they really should go to the grocery store, as their fridge was completely empty, save for a bottle of a ketchup and the stock of beers that never seemed to run dry. Mel sighed a deep sigh but gamely picked up her umbrella and slipped into her rainboots, opening the door once again to look at the torrential downpour outside.
"Okay," she said, mentally preparing herself to dash towards the car, "Let's go." Before she could react, though, Brett snatched the umbrella out of her hand and dragged her into the rain, soaking her in seconds and making her scream with frustration. "Brett! Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing? I just bought this dress." She looked down at her dress, now clinging to her body, and glared at Brett unhappily. Her makeup was probably running down her face, her hair was now a limp noodle mess, and she could not be any less unhappy.
He grabbed her hands and spun her around in the rain. It wasn't fair, that he could look so hot, with his white t-shirt and don't-give-a-shit attitude. Mel shrieked, still unhappy about being pulled into the storm to end all storms, but her anger was slowly dissipating. Brett looked happy and relaxed, uncaring that they were probably going to catch a cold and have to spend the next month recuperating. Giving into his infectious attitude, Mel wound her arms around his neck and shook her head in faux-disapproval, struggling to keep up her angry facade. Of course, that all melted away when he brought his lips to hers, reminding her once again why she put up with him. He was spontaneous; he reminded her to live life and to forget about the consequences.
After the show, when everyone's dispersed for snacks, Brad finally asks about her appearance - sunglasses, too-red lips, and a wig she'd borrowed from Cat. "I didn't want people to recognize 'Sam'," she says. "Oh, right! Sometimes I forget you're identical, just - you're different people." "We are different," she says, and she feels braver suddenly, looking nothing like herself, smiling at a boy who is smiling back. "Hey - is that Brad?!" It's Freddie-mask girl. Melanie grabs his hand. "Run!"
Brad texts her about an iCarly fanclub viewing party. It's kinda weird, so of course they go. It's fun watching their friends grow up on screen; one episode from each year of the show's run. "Is that guy wearing a Freddie mask?" Brad asks quietly. "I think it's a girl." They share comments throughout the show. "I didn't start watching until I transferred," Brad admits. "So you're an impostor!" she teases. "Well, have you seen every episode?" "Yes, and live! But, it helped with homesickness."
Melanie doesn't see Brad for weeks, not until they happen to run into each other at the French Club's summer film festival (okay, she had considered the possibility that he'd be there, but that's not the same as - hoping). "How have you been?" he asks her, and she'd almost forgotten how kind his smile is, "How are things going with Jamie?" "They're uh .. not. But I'm fine! How are you?" "Also good. It's weird not seeing you every Monday and Wednesday anymore." "Yeah. I miss that class, too."
i'm not okay rn
but thanks for the feels i'll try and keep them in check while i cry over my essay
Jamie shares Melanie's taste in TV shows and has a great sense of humor. Their third date at B.F. Wangs is going well - they discuss the psychology of Celebrities Underwater and she smiles at all his jokes - until he asks her, a little shyly, if she'll accompany him to a party in three weeks. It's a little unexpected - she's used to men who avoid any signs of commitment like the plague. The thing is, she does like him, just .. not as much as he seems to like her. "What do you think?" "Well -"
".. and I have a date with a guy from Philosophy," Melanie finishes. "Cool. So Brad didn't work out? Thought you liked him." "I do - I did, he just didn't seem .. he never asked me out." "Since when do you have trouble asking the guy out yourself?" Sam asks incredulously; Melanie has always been very Carly-like with boys. "I just didn't want to this time!" "You're worried he'll say no." This is something Sam can understand - but her sister whines, "Saam, it's over, I don't want to discuss this."
i am death and i claim the souls of the Brelanie fandom
