Overwatch High School Family AU

(Fareeha's POV) Day 13

I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes from the window next to my bed. I squinted, tossed and turned as I adjusted to waking up. I glanced at my alarm clock which sat on the ledge of my window. It was ten o' clock in the morning. I sat up and stretched my arms. 'Might as well get up,' I thought to myself. Today is a Saturday and I usually don't do anything on a Saturday unless I get invited somewhere with my friends or if my mom makes me do something with her and Satya. Sometimes Reinhardt joins too, like the time we went pottery painting and he paid for everything. I remember that day so vividly. I was 14 and Satya was about to turn 13. Reinhardt wanted to take us all to this pottery place, 'Bowls, Cups, and Kettles, Oh My!'. Mom was painting a tea kettle, Satya was painting a small vase, I was painting a cup, and Reinhardt was trying to paint a bowl. Key word, trying. We found out that day that Reinhardt is not a good painter and should not be near anything breakable. He not only broke his bowl, but on the way out of the store, he bumped into a shelf which caused the whole thing to topple over. We're not allowed back at that place.

As far as I know, I'm not doing anything today. So I got out of bed and without changing out of my pajamas, I walked out of my bedroom and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Mom was there, enjoying some tea and reading a novel. She smiled as I walked  in, but her smile faded when she saw that I was still in my pjs. "I hope that's not what you're wearing all day," she said while taking a slow sip of her tea, "Your hair is a mess, Fareeha." I made my way around the kitchen, making a bowl of cereal and rolling my eyes and my mother's remarks. "Today will be a lazy day, mom. I've got nothing to do today." I said as I walked over to the kitchen table and sat next to her. I started digging in to my cereal when mom put her book down. "So you're not going to see Genji?" She asked. My heart sank for a moment. Poor guy. Whenever I think about him all I think about is seeing him covered in blood and bruises. "I don't know mom..." I took another bite of my cereal, avoiding eye contact with mom. I could feel her staring at me however. I look back up to confirm the feeling of being watched. Yup, she's staring at me, and she doesn't look pleased.

"You should be there for your friend, Fareeha. He's out of his coma, have you even said hello to him since he came out of it?" She interrogated. I scoffed. "Of course I did mom! I was there when he got out of his coma!" I raised my voice. She hates it when I do that. She gave me a look. The kind that said, "Watch it young lady, or I'll use the wooden spoon on you."
Just then, Satya walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in a baggy, turquoise shirt and gold-ish colored leggings with her Roman sandals. Her hair was ironed straight, as usual, with a gold colored headband to complete her look. I was glad she walked in when she did. Her presence destroyed the tension between mom and I in that moment. But I could sense that Satya may have felt that tension, given the look on her face as she stared at the both of us in confusion and hesitation.
"Should I leave? Am I interrupting something?" She asked. Mom got up from her chair with her teacup in hand. "No dear, come on in." Satya entered and sat next to me. "Is there something you need?" Mom asked. "No, not really. I'm just going to grab an apple." Mom raised an eyebrow at Satya and she walked to the fruit bowl. "That's all you're having for breakfast? I could make you some eggs if you'd like?" Satya gave half a smile and picked up an apple. "No thanks. I have lots of homework I need to do." She said before leaving the room, apple in hand.

I scoffed. "The way she was dressed I could've sworn she was going out with her friends." I muttered as I picked at the last of my cereal. Mom poured herself another cup of tea before returning to the table. "I think you should at least do something today. Put on some actual clothes at least." Mom said. I chuckled as I got up with my bowl. "Sure. Whatever you say mom." I walked over to the sink and placed the bowl inside along with some other dishes that still needed to be cleaned. I walked out of the kitchen and back upstairs where I proceeded to put on a pair of jeans, a Bast T-Shirt and my blue sneakers. And to make sure mom doesn't yell at me again today, I brushed my hair and put some gold beads in to make myself look somewhat presentable. I then grabbed my phone before leaving my room and walking back downstairs. Mom was still in the kitchen, reading a magazine and still drinking tea. I swear she's addicted. "I'm leaving mom!" I called out to her. "Be back before dark!" She called back. I gave her a thumbs up before walking out the front door.

So here I am now. Standing on my front porch, phone in hand, wondering just what am I going to do today? I took a seat on the wooden bench next to the front door as I contemplated. For a moment, I thought I would go hang out with Angela, but now that Genji's awake I assume she and the rest of the Morrison kids would be at the hospital with him. Then I thought about the Reyes kids, but they're also popular with Genji so I suppose they would be with him too. Suddenly, a red pickup truck drove in and parked in my driveway and I smiled, knowing immediately who this was. I stood up and walked to the truck. "Brigitte! What're you doing here?" I called out. Brigitte climbed out of the drivers seat and gave me a big smile. "I'm stealing you for the rest of the day! Come on, let's go grab a pizza or something!" She said with a smile. That's the Brigitte I like to see. "Okay! But let me go inside and get some cash-" She grabbed my wrist, interrupting me. "Don't you dare! Let me pay for you." She offered. "Are you sure? I could just pay for myself..." I said, looking to the front door of my house. She gave me another huge smile. "Come on! My treat~." She said in a sing-song voice. I sighed and chuckled. "Okay...but I owe you." Brigitte clapped her hands and patted the passenger's seat. "Jump in!"

Brigitte and I hung out at town's most popular pizza joint, Mama's, which served literally the biggest slices of pizza in probably America entirely. No one orders a full pizza because it practically takes up the whole table. The slices of pizza are so big, they're bigger than the flimsy paper plates they're served on. But God, are they good. No other pizza place makes pizza like Mama's. Aside from the huge slices of pizza, Mama's is also known for its mini arcade in the back of the restaurant. The entire restaurant has an aesthetically pleasing, old Italian feel. In the dining area of the restaurant, the brick walls are lined with fake and real vines, coming from the fake and real plants hanging on the ceiling. In two of the 5 corners the main dining area has, there are TV's playing old Italian dramas in Black and White. The mini arcade area has a much different vibe. The concrete floors go to soft black carpet and the wallpaper looks like a scene out of Space Invaders. There are only a couple machines to play due to the limited space. One motorcycle game, Pac-Man, Space Invaders, and one claw machine filled with cute but cheap stuffed animals. It's a tradition to always try to score something from that claw machine whenever I go.

"So Fareeha," I'm snapped out of my inner monologue as Brigitte sets her cup of tea on the table a little too hard. "Do you want to split a salad?" She asks. Ew, hell no. "I thought you hate salad." I say. She chuckles. "I like fruit salad, but salad with vegetables is not my thing. But since they don't have fruit salad, I think I'm just going to go with a regular Caeser." I give her a confused look. "So you're not ordering a pizza?" I ask. She shakes her head. I feel my jaw drop...physically. "Okay who are you and what have you done with Brigitte?" She giggles. "What are you talking about? Can't I order something different every now and then?" She says as she set her menu down on the table. "I'm not saying changing your usual regulars is a bad thing but Brigitte...come on...I know you better than that." I says. "What do you mean?" She asks. "I...nevermind. I'm gonna get a sausage pizza." I set my menu on the table and suddenly the atmosphere felt...awkward. I'll admit, I was a little aggressive with Brigitte just now. It's a good thing to salad every now and then to stay healthy. Hopefully I can make it up to her by winning a stuffed animal for her or something. But by the time our meals arrive, the atmosphere lifts to a more comfortable state and we start digging in.

"How's your salad?" I ask. Brigitte gives a look that kinda looks like a mix of disgusted and enthusiastic. Like she's eating something that Olivia cooked and trying to eat it and tell her it's good while in actuality...it tastes like shit. She gives me a thumbs up and drinks some of her water. "So good." She says. I sniff around at the air. "Do you...do you smell that?" I ask her. She smells around too. "Smell what?" I sniff some more in her direction. "Smells an awful lot like...like...oh yeah, bullshit." I say with a chuckle. Brigitte looks taken off guard but laughs along. "Eh...I guess I'll just take this to go and eat it later." Another lie. When our waitress comes back to give us our to-go boxes, we quickly pack up our food and pay before heading over to the arcade area. Brigitte plays Pac-Man, her favorite, while I try to win her a stuffed animal. No luck today.

Brigitte pulled her truck into the driveway at my house and as I was getting out, she turned to me and smile. "Thanks for hanging out today. I've been feeling a little off lately and it was nice hang out with you." I smile and put a hand on her shoulder. "It was nice hanging out with you too. Let's do this again sometime...maybe just the two of us again." I say. Brigitte grinned. "Sounds like a plan!" I got out of her truck and waved goodbye as I watched her drive down the road of my neighborhood.