Time Together.

                                    

                                          
Melinoë's POV
                          
The ground below me was far too cold. It was in the shade but the air gave me a gust of heat and the shorts I was wearing were my saving grace. My white ass thighs were out and my sandals covered very little of my feet. By the time I had walked into the scorching house and put all of my bags and groceries away, my phone buzzed.
                          
Get your ass onto Discord. We are playing a game. X
                          
I have just put my shopping away and it is bloody boiling. Give me some time. I want to sit and eat shit. X
                          
Well, do that at your keyboard. X
                          
Fine. Let me grab the Ben and Jerry's. X
                          
Hurry up! X
                          
I didn't bother to respond as I slowly walked up the steps and loaded my computer. We had spoken a lot in the days gone but not a video. He was mainly annoyed at the fact of me refusing to show my face to him again as I listed all of my reasons for not doing it again.
                          
I sat at the desk, windows open as far as the glass could go and I let the wind roll in. My fan was pointed at the room, rotating all over the place, my tied top left my stomach out and I needed it. I didn't handle the heat very well.
                          
Finally, I had logged on and Ohm had sent a message. I followed a link and found the game. I also saw the invitation and joined their discord. Shouts and laughs were heard as they tore Craig apart.
                          
"Why is it me? Why can't Anthony have the shit taken out of him?" Was all I could hear over the wheezing.
                          
"Anthony is a lovely boy who is far too lovable to have the shit taken out of him so screw you Mini. You piece of crap." I was heard for the first time and they all laughed at Mini and also my reaction. No context, I just jumped in there and insulted Mini.
                          
"Fuck you, Ginger." I laughed it off but John was not. He played the round a little but I also knew he was being truthful when he then responded.
                          
"Don't insult my Gingerbiscuit. She is mine and you have no right to do that you piece of pig shit. I hope you fuckin' die." It wasn't expected and as I laughed I thought a noise was heard not too far off. I took off one of my headphones and moved it slightly back to keep the other one on.
                          
"I think there is someone in my house." Was all I could say to them. They laughed it off, to begin with, but when I got serious they all went silent. I told them I was going to go for a quick check but they told me it was just the game and then we began playing again. My heart was still racing. That was also when I noticed my lack of ice cream.
                          
I had never played Friday 13th before but it was scary. I clicked on all of the buttons and found that some did more than others. My main button was 'E' other than the obvious ones to move. 'WASD' had never seen so much anger before. I wasn't actually angry but I was scared and so pressing all of the buttons aggressively.
                          
Just as I was dying two hands landed on my shoulders and a scream I didn't believe to be my own filled the room. The boys let out shouts of laughter and annoyance at being deafened by the noise I had made. None of it mattered as the mysterious person was still unknown until I remembered Ophion.
                          
"Ophy. You wee pig do that again and I will smack the privilege out of your white ass." That was the wrong thing to say as my shoulders grew heavy and hands landed on my desk. Just by my keyboard. Their hands were not ones that belonged to Ophion. The hands before me were cared for a little bit better than his. My head snapped up and to my astonishment, there he was. "Smii7y you sneaky little fuck. Why are you in my house? Why are you in bloody England? Just, what the fuck?" I sighed and let my head fall onto my arms. Relaxing a little and my heartbeat slowed, I was almost calm.
                          
"It is good to see you too." He sarcastically responded and took his hat off. A wave of his aftershave hit me and I loved it. The pure smell was what made me happy. Not to mention the fact that Smii7y was in my study. That was a good and awful thing for me.
                          
"Why?" I hit my head against the desk over and over. Soon though the loud bangs had stopped and a soft surface was beneath my head. He was stopping me from doing what I wanted.
                          
"Bye, boys." I ended the chat and looked at the man behind me. A strong determination set into my features and I could tell because he gave me the look. The look of fake ignorance. No amount of his fake joy could fill my day at all. I was sweaty, lacking ice cream and that wasn't mentioning my desire to layout all sprawled and die. All because someone had seen me at a point no other human had.
                          
"Sorry?" He clearly wasn't sure of what he was supposed to do and so I stood up and let him follow me. I had clasped his hand as the pair of us departed, my steps were climbed down and the two of us entered the kitchen. I pulled out ice cream and two spoons. My ice cream would be eaten even if it killed me.
                          
"This is beautiful," He commented as we ate and stood at the kitchen counter. My mind in a haze slightly from all of the events that led up to that moment. I was so spaced from reality that when he grabbed my hand I was frozen in shock. I blinked and smiled at him reassuringly. He asked a vague question about my time in England.
                          
"I moved out of and then into England as a wee lass. I had to have been about four when I left and five when I came back from Scotland, that is irrelevant." I commented and left it there hoping that he would also drop it but I had no such luck.
                          
"Wee Lass? Does your dad say that?" He was well aware of my family history rather too unfortunately and I shrugged.
                          
"He is goodness knows where doing most likely my mother and fucking her over and over. I don't mean physically fucking but I also do." I left it there and his eyes stuck to me.
                          
"What about you? What is it like for you and your childhood?" I finished the glass of my water and put it in the sink. Avoiding his penetrating gaze at all cost while he had to think of his answer.
                          
"All right. Parents are still together and I have an older brother. Not much else to say but I do have a question for you. Weren't you at your parent's house yesterday? I mean you text me in the middle of it to say that you feel like you are third-wheeling with them." I had to give it to him. He paid attention to me and actually listened.