Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

Marc Parker

"look I" I started to speak until my phone beeped, text message alert. We all were silent as I checked the text and the sender was.."Marc?" I gasped his name.
"Marc?" repeated both the men, especially Sherlock, he came running and took my phone away from me, "Melody are you free right now?"
That was what he texted me. And I wasn't sure if I was exactly free or not, but I loved him, do I still do? I don't know yet I wanted to talk to him, again after one and a half year.
"give it to me" I snatched my phone from him, just staring I admired his text.
"isn't he married?" John's voice it was, which was blurred as I wondered what to reply, to the love of my life, I absolutely forgot the fact that he was indeed married.
"yes I am, what's up?" I replied.
Three of us sat impatiently to see what reply do I get. And the grey tick turned blue, while the online status turned to typing .... And alert tone, the reply came,
"may I call you now?"
Sherlock and John came closer to read the text and Sherlock, after reading it stared at me, I could feel his eyes on me.
"so, I guess you two will call eachother now" he said. I was barely listening to him, still couldn't believe Marc texted and subconsciously I nodded.
"yes" I whispered, "yes ofcourse".
Sherlock didn't answer me, he stood without moving, I knew not how he felt, for his Melody is selfish.. wait why again I said such a thing, 'his Melody?' I shook the thought off and texted "sure".
As soon as he received it my phone rang, the beautiful ringtone I set to it 'false god' by Taylor Swift.
"Hey" I answered as I walked inside my room... Sherlock's room actually... our room? whatever I went inside and closed the door on their faces.
"Melody?" I forgot I loved my name from his voice too. I felt relieved, loved, happy to hear from him.
"you may don't miss me but -"
"I do" I couldn't let him finish his sentence because I miss him, everyday, every moment whenever whatever reminds me of him.
"okay" he said laughing softly, and for reason I wasn't fascinated with it. I used to love his laughter, but now I suddenly compared it with Sherlock, thinking "his laughter is better" why did I?
"can we meet then?" he asked, he asked to meet me again.
"ofcourse" I replied, I was overjoyed with the offer. I came out running after talking and obviously the two men were sat, the detective was a bit grumpy.
"where to?" asked he as soon as he saw me getting out.
"to meet Marc" I replied, again, I know not why but again it didn't feel right, "he said he missed me, I am going to meet him."
Sherlock stood staring at me, and john was seen shaking his head.
"so ..." I paused, "see you in an hour". Saying so I went to take my purse and Sherlock seemed as if he wanted to tell me something.
"I'll ask you one thing Melody" he said my name. No wonder I was overwhelmed to here 'melody' from Marc but Sherlock, when he calls my name, I love it, that's all I can say, yet again, love.
"ask then" I allowed him.
"what if he asks you out?" he said, and I can't deny I've wondering he may want to patch things up with me, "he's married, you must remember that Melody".
Did he has to remind me that. But it's true he's married, what he wants from me now.
"I'll see what happens I'm just..." I said heading over to the door, "I'm just heading over to-".
"Melody?" Interrupted Rosie, she was back from school and stood at the doorstep. Surprised to see me going somewhere.
"she's busy Rosie dear" replied Sherlock, "let her".
The way he said it, as if I'm the one to blame. But let's not mind him, Marc, yes now focus on him.
"I'll be back soon Rosie darling" I waved and stole a glance at Sherlock before going out and taking a cab. Just like the earlier days I wondered is Sherlock looking outside the window at me? who knows, will I ever know? My thoughts were popped as I heard my text alert, Marc texted again.
"I'm here, come" he wrote.
"I'm on my way" was my reply, and in half an hour I was there. Getting down from my cab I saw Marc waiting for me. The same person I loved years ago, I missed him tremendously.
"Melody" he said as he hugged me and I hugged him back, tightly.
"oh Marc " pulling away I couldn't help but ask, "what is that you wanted to tell me?"
He was a bit hesitant, he's a very shy person in general, that's what I liked about him, yet he took a deep breath and said,
"Melody can we..." he trailed off leaving me in utter silence, "patch things between us?"
My palms started to sweat, not because I didn't want that, I do want him still, but then he was married, the last thing I wanted to do is be a home wrecked. Marc, oh poor Marc, he had no idea, that my answer to his offer would be an absolute no.