บท 14: Chapter 14
"Really?"
"Really."
"This is really a bit much…"
"I think it's fun!"
Ophelia being Ophelia ramped up her fun side and started feeding him grapes as if he was a Greek ruler of the ancient world. Sitting on the couch, legs laid out, he watched Isabella play Underwatch. His focus often wavered as Ophelia giggled and fed him grape after grape.
"By the way, how is the script going?" Owen asked.
"It's done," Isabella replied, her eyes focused on the game. "Check it out when you can."
"Sure—"
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"I'll get it," Ophelia said hurriedly. She ran over to the door and opened it. "Thank you," she yelled, before scooping up the brown box on the floor, closing the door, and plopping back next to Owen. "Man, those delivery guys are fast! You reckon they might be ex-sprinters?"
Owen pretended to think about it. "I think you're onto something."
"What's the package for anyway? I don't remember ordering anything," Isabella said. Between the three of them, she did online shopping the most. Buying games, merchandise, all sorts of things. Of course, as the months went by, her purchases took a sharp nosedive when the rent increased.
"Hmmm…" Ophelia studied the label. "It says it's from Spain, I think…"
"Mary got me something," Owen said.
"GAME OVER."
Isabella died and lost the game. She sighed and ignored the countdown from the announcer, leaning back on the couch. "Mary, huh? Is she coming soon?"
"That's the plan. I've been messaging her the last couple days. I definitely get the vibe that she's planning a surprise trip."
"Knowing her, she's going to weasel her way in and set-up a big party for you while we're asleep."
"She does live for the dramatic," Owen conceded, snickering. Ophelia put the box on Owen's lap and fed him a grape. "Thank you, mi amor."
"You're welcome. Also, I'm too weak to open it so…" The blonde gestured at the box. Owen fought back the urge to burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling with amusement. He tore off the tape on the box and then opened it up.
"Well, this is unexpected," Owen remarked, running his fingers over the smooth surface of the box. "A Shore MV7 mic, huh?"
He pretended to be calm but on the inside he was freaking out. He had been eyeing this thing for long but it was always out of his budget.
Poke.
"You look happy." Ophelia grinned as her finger poked his cheek. "Hehe, I know you. You can't hide from me."
Owen's flat smile turned wider and wider, flipping the box over to read the back. Eventually, he sighed and side-eyed them. "Okay, okay, which of you did this? Isabella?"
"Not me—"
"It was me!" Ophelia exclaimed excitedly. "Mary called me a couple weeks ago and was like, 'Does Owen want anything?' So I crept into your room and saw the mic! Bam-bam-bam! The plan was set!"
She drew circles on his cheek, smiling brightly. Behind the innocent face was a schemer, however. If his arm wasn't messed up, he would have hugged her.
Actually, he pulled her into a hug anyway.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He kissed her on the head and hugged her tighter. "Thank you!'
An addictive-like giggle sang out of her. "I'm glad," Ophelia said, slowly running a hand down his chest. She clung onto his shirt, inhaling his smell and his touch.
Ophelia craved touch and Owen was more than happy to give it.
Breaking away from the hug, he smiled down at her and she smiled back. A beat passed where they laughed and giggled for no real reason.
"Damn it, where are you—why are you running right at them!" Isabella face-palmed as the death screen appeared. She swore several more times under her breath. "God—are these guys stupid? I think they might be. Like Jesus Christ, common sense says not to waste extra time like that and the guy was like, 'Nope, I'm wasting it.' How about you fu—"
Owen covered Ophelia's ears and said, "Swear jar."
"Sorry." Isabella did not look sorry, her expression in a hard scowl.
He looked at Ophelia who seemed confused. Like a puppy, she tilted her head. Owen huffed and jabbed a thumb towards his room. She nodded and the two got up and left Isabella to her game.
Owen heard the death screen sound and closed the door right as Isabella groaned.
"Yipee!" Meanwhile, Ophelia dived onto his bed, rolling over and hugging the nearby pillow.
From the door, the complete structure of his simple, clean room could be seen. His computer to the left, drawer on the adjacent wall to the door, and the bed to the back.
Ophelia didn't come to his room often. One of the household rules was never entering without knocking. An exception could be made, like say with a gift. Other than that, remain polite and disciplinary. Everyone deserved at least some privacy.
"So, what should we do?" Ophelia asked. She spread her arms and legs wide, enjoying the larger mattress. Her room bed was twin-sized. Owen's own bed was a full XL.
"I was thinking…"
"Two player game! Shark Girl and Lava Boy! We still haven't finished that."
"We haven't," he agreed. "Then let's do it—ow." He raised his shoulder a little too high, his face twisting in pain. "Err, wait, how about something else? Like, um…" He glanced at the distance between the bed and his computer set-up. "A movie?"
"Ooh, ooh, let's watch that one!"
"That one…which one?"
"You know, that one! The, umm, the thing!"
Right. The thing. Makes sense.
*****
Girlfriend #1: Isabella Pérez (Username: Dork_Angel)
Strength: 4/10
Dexterity: 4/10
Constitution: 3/10
Intelligence: 7/10
Wisdom: 5/10
Charisma: 5/10
Addiction to Mountain Pew: 100/10
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