Stolen Kisses, Pretty Lies

~Chapter 12~

"Have you ever played?" I asked as I set out the Uno cards on the table.

Midnights shook her head, reaching for a card. It was blue and had a seven on it.

"Uno is simple enough when you get the rules. And it's Uno, by the way. People who say yoo-know don't know what they're talking about and are racist little idiots."

The girl's eyes widened, and she nodded slowly, "okay..."

"That's a blue seven, as you can see. Every card has a colour, apart from the draw 4's and wild cards. We'll get to them later. The aim of the game is to get rid of all your cards by putting them on the deck. You can put them on the deck when the number or colour is matching the card on the top."

I continued to explain the rules, and Midnights picked them up fairly quickly. We played a couple rounds, and I only had to gently correct her play a few times. Soon, after about three games, Midnights beat me.

She smiled widely, "I won!"

"You did! That draw 4 was savage at the end there, well done."

"I'm hungry. Can we play again after dinner?"

"Who said anything about stopping?" I grabbed the cards and moved them to the dining table.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we can play and eat. As long as we don't get food on the cards."

"Sick!"

I chuckled. "You sit down, I'll get the lasagna."

"No, let me help you," she entered the kitchen by my side.

"You sure?"

"Nine, I have trauma, not down syndrome."

I scoffed, "okay, grab the plates then please."

Midnights nodded and I moved to the cutlery drawer to grab some knives and forks. The drawer currently only had spoons, forks, and butter knives in it, due to Midnights recent times alone here. It wasn't that I didn't trust her, but I knew how tempting a sharp blade could look at times.

I gathered the appropriate cutlery and then returned to the table where I laid out the knives and forks. Once everything was set and I had gotten the lasagna out the oven, we sat down and began to eat.

Midnights took a fairly large slice, one worthy of our age, and I took around a quarter of that, my mental reminder to add the meal to my calorie counter app sitting in my head.

Midnights started to set out another round of Uno, as I'd taught her how, and I sucked on my fork as I watched to make sure she got the number of cards right. Once we both had seven, I picked up mine and we began to play.

After a few rounds with varied victors, Midnights had finished eating and I'd barely touched mine. This time, she noticed.

"How come you aren't eating?" Midnights frowned as she gathered the cards back into the deck to be shuffled.

"I had a big lunch," the lie to came to me at concerning speed.

"No, you didn't, we barely ate anything 'cause we left halfway through."

"I'm just not hungry," I looked at my hands in my lap, playing with my fingers. Looking at anything but her.

"Nine," Midnights dragged my gaze back up to her with her voice, her tone sounding like a soft command. "What's up."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "nothing."

"Well it's obviously not nothing, because I haven't seen you eat a full meal in... nearly the entire time I've known you."