Smii7y x OC

Smii7y.

Melinoë's POV

My head was pounding and the bed beside me was warm. Worry and intrigue ran all the way through me until I saw that it was just the sun. I had a sad life and there was no doubt about that. I woke up with some random headache and my bed was only just warm because of the sun.

Checking the time I noticed that my phone had been ringing. I sighed and answered it when I could. The number was saved on my phone and that wasn't common. A voice then came through the phone. A tired sigh was passed and then I listened properly.

"Sorry. What game? It is..." I checked the time and saw that I had slept through a lot of the day. In my defence, no, I was lazy and worked at the same time. The night had me busy and the lights kept shining on my eyes. "It's a reasonable hour for me but still, I am tired. Well, I work because YouTube offers me no stability at all. Fine, I will play with you, happy? Who else is playing? Oh, fine I will be a second." I got up and changed into an identical top and shorts. The heat was a real drag.

The computer was loaded up and I brought up the game. My computer loaded it after a second and I joined the game I had been asked to join. The lobby started and all of the boys were seen. The ones I had been told of anyway.

"Wait. Smii7y just woke up so give him some time to start the game up," Vanoss told us all and in a second Smii7y's microphone was highlighted and his voice came through. The game loaded and we began to play.

"Ohm is first? No!" Insults flew as he began to draw. I thought it looked like something two-year-old me would have drawn and so I channelled the inner child. There was a blob of the colour yellow and my mind went blank when in an instant it made sense.

"You got it? What is it? How?" Tyler let rip and I laughed loudly. The drawing was shit and I regretted joining. The game was bad for him.

"Channel your inner child of about two. Um, actually two is too old. This is shit, Ohm. I had an assattack once and my crap looked like what you are drawing more than this does." Anthony seemed to love the idea of my words. He hit his desk and laughed as he always did.

"Quick game. How many different ways can you say diarrhoea in the last minute and a half? Go." Tyler jokingly challenged and we all knew it was a joke but I pushed on. I had to give it my all.

"Anal squirts, punishing the porcelain, a porcelain artist, turdulence, the runs, I had an assplosion, I was passing booty juice, I could have been shitting through the eye of a needle and finally I was brewing a murky potion." As I finished the guys all laughed so hard there was silence aside from wheezes. I was also the only one to guess the drawing right.

Finally, they calmed and the game was able to continue. It was Smii7y's turn and when he chose his drawing a laugh filled the air. He kept on about how perfect it was.

"It's not minion again, is it? Ohm has ruined that for me. It is eight letters. Oh, wait." I typed it in and it fit. I had to push my chair away and I hit the edge of my desk with my hands. The game was complete and 'diarrhoea' was his word. The picture of a ginger female with green eyes was seen as she sat on the toilet. They all got it and I was cringing.

When the game had ended we moved on a little as the next game was loaded up. CS:GO was ready and people mumbled about all of the random stuff that they could use as the introduction.

"My life is so sad man," Craig commented as I picked up just the last bit of his sentence. My mind was a small mess as I thought through some of my next videos. We were all filming and so I had to tune into the people I was on a call with.

"Do you know what, Mini? Your life is not sad. I woke up this morning with possibly a headache worse than the one my guardian angel has at all times. I also realised that the bed beside me is warm. I felt scared, I was out late last night and I do some shit late at night. Anyway, I remembered that the only reason my head hurt was because I had been working late last night and my bed was only warm because I forgot to close my curtains and the sun was heating my bed. I have a sad life. You and your 'oh my girl who loves me' attitude makes me sick." I pretended to spit and all that I got in response was a barrage of laughs and jokes. That was going to be all of their introductions.

"Hi and welcome it's Mini here...." He was put to the back of my mind as the recording hit full swing. The guns were bought though and it became a little more fun when I heard a rather tired Smii7y shout aloud.

"I have the biggest, largest erection. Did any of you see that?" His voice showed how he could barely believe what had happened. In a second I came back.

"I saw. You walked into a room doing jack shit and then sound pleased. I hope you are able to prove if you claim to have done anything else. I am dead and that is not a secret. Killed by fucking John. Not the first person to be killed by fucking John." My insult was interrupted and there was disbelief.

"I thought we didn't have friendly fire on. I was hoping to just scare her. Haha." The deepest vape was then taken and within a moment he had the lowest voice he could muster. It sounded like puberty had hit him bad, twice.

"Damb brothor," Smii7y and I said at the same time. We silenced about it and kept up with what other people were playing. Both of us secretly agreeing to edit it out of our videos.

"Nah, Nah, Nah. Smii7y and Ginger you have been bumming for too long. That was some crazy shit. We aren't just going to ignore all of that. I mean you basically just came at the same time." Marcel announced and I felt my face heat up. A tint of red spread across my face at his words.

"You know, I saw on a member of my family's screen a fanfiction of myself and also Smii7y. There was also a Kryoz one. It is still making me shook. I mean, I am not into banging dead YouTube channels. That is just virtual necrophilia. Actually, that is my kink so you boys are about 1/5 more likely for me to crush on you. If I am honest though I am craving both of you." My references ran a little far but it was a point made and a point hopefully forgotten.

"Stop with that bullshit. You and Smii7y are spending way too much time together." Was all Marcel said before he got killed and went on a rant about how unfair it was but we all knew that he was just a bit shite at the game we played.