Smii7y x OC

Finally.

Melinoë's POV

That was it. The shower over and my towel ran through my hair to try and remove the moisture from it. Coconut filling my senses and making me smile. By the time I had let the towel drop to the floor my phone began to vibrate. I assumed it was Ophion and so answered.

"Hey, Ophy. I will be a second, just got out of the shower." I threw my hair up into a lazy bun and threw a jumper on. It was a cropped jumper and I put some booty shorts on.

"Um, Ophy?" The voice came back after I had made a sound telling him to go. My eyes realised that the name on my phone was not Ophion and rather Smii7y. I felt awkward but realised that I hadn't said anything to be embarrassed about.

"Sorry. Thought you were my brother." I let out a laugh before falling silent and then the expectation for him to speak fell onto his comfortable shoulders.

"I was just thinking that perhaps we could do a video." I sighed and I felt the waves of my disbelief rolling off of me. Clearly, he had to know that I knew, he wasn't about to tell the truth easily.

"Fine. I was wondering if you were any closer to a reveal. I don't care about online I just mean so that I could meet you." His real question had me stuck. I wasn't about to be a liar and yet it became tempting for me.

"Well, I just told my brother and parents. I do believe that they took it well. No shouts or finger-wagging. Comments of how I had only done it to reach out to people who did not deserve it." I was more truthful than I had ever intended. Still, he had to know in one of our conversations and no time like the one and only present.

"That's amazing. I suppose it is easier as well when the channel is already doing well. It was a massive help for my parents to know it was going to work and that I wasn't just giving up normal work for YouTube. Not for, anyway, I just want to see you." He sounded a little helpless and like a child.

"You will be angry when you see me or my real face. You will recognise me and be like, 'oh crap. How did I not notice earlier?'" He had seemed hesitant and went on about the fact that if he ever met me in person he was planning so much.

"I would know if it was you. Subconsciously I will know and your presence will stay with me. You know that." He wasn't wrong. Even after all that time, he made brief mentions of some shy girl he met at Pax and spoke to. She didn't make a proper response but she looked so scared it was strange, and a little cute.

"Fine. I will turn this discord chat into one with video but I want your face up first and then you can hate yourself for life. I am the woman of your dreams." He was like a child who had just been promised a trip to the park as he did what I had said. His soft skin visible on camera and I smiled at it. He was so close.

"I'm scared Smii7y. What if you react in a way that I don't like? What if John demands it? I can't tell him no." My nerves began and his bottom lip was dragged out into a pout as he waited for me to show my face. Not a moment to think, I clicked on the button. My hair a little wet, but up. My hair in a bun and a crop top with booty shorts. I was a mess and he was about to find out who I was.

I knew when he could see me as his smile grew and then his mouth hung ajar. That was a man who realised that I wasn't lying to him. I really had been there and we had met before. Suddenly the small comments he had made about me were surfaced in my mind. He liked how my butt was big and the view of my breasts was on point. He had made me into just something he liked how I looked but in truth, he liked to talk to me as well.

"You little bitch. I have sent you so many texts about you and all you did was laugh at me. Oh dear." His smile never faded and we looked at each other for the longest time as our faces became commonplace.

I licked my bottom lip and looked down at my hands playing in my lap. The phone was balanced on the table carefully. The pair of us fell into silence but every time I looked up he was staring at me.

"Smit. What is it?" I bit my bottom lip and grew more nervous. I was sure he was about to say something about my looks. How I had to be ugly because I had kept hidden for such a long time.

"So where do you live in England?" His choice of words wasn't thought on as I sent a link to my address. That way he could see my house on Google though some other sites could be just as useful. He clicked a lot on the computer behind the phone he had also used.

"Nice house. Two bed, more of a cottage it is so far out." I agreed with him and made the mistake of yawning. He realised how tired I was but before he could say anything I but in.

"Can you stay on the call until I fall asleep? I need some company." He agreed and then walked into my room where I slipped into my bed. The duvet was up to my shoulders and I was like a butterfly in a cocoon. Staying warm.

The soft buzz of buttons and videos being edited filled my mind. I pulled my hair from the bun and laid like a princess. I felt the wind blow into the room and so I got up to close the window. The phone still on.

"Ginger. At least tell me before you start with that. I mean, I looked down for a full-on second and see what you are wearing." I felt mortified but he couldn't know that and so I tried to shrug it off.

"Oh, you love it. Now, shut up and edit while I try to sleep. I am a tired bean and you are one lustful man. Stop perving on my body." He laughed but it died down and soon I was in a deep sleep. The last thing I thought I may have heard being 'I don't know what to do about you Ginger' but I was almost most definitely wrong.