The weather that day fitted Melody's mood perfectly. It wasn't too cold, and the fleeting glimpses of warmth were gone as quickly as they came. Every time she tried to convince herself everything was going to be okay, the awful self-doubt that had plagued her most of her life cast over her like a fucking unwanted, uncomfortable blanket. There was nothing else to be done than to tell the others, so after a restless nights sleep, she set out along with Simon to inform the other young offenders of their impending fate.

Luckily they didn't see Sally on their way. The last thing they needed was to be assigned some bullshit, menial task while there was so much to sort out. Alisha was the only one in the locker room, covering herself with make-up as per usual. She muttered something about the others being on the roof, a rather catty comment about the bags under Melody's eyes and then pulled a tube of lip-gloss from her pocket, pouting into the mirror.

"You should come up with us." said Melody, trying to keep any hint of unusualness out of her voice. She was only going to go through the rigmarole of this once. "This affects you as well."

"What?" said Alisha, never once taking her eyes off herself.

"Let's just say, I hope you like prison food."

That got the girls attention. Simon rushed them on, his cheeks pinched, and led the way to the roof, where they found Curtis laying on the battered old sofa they'd put up there for breaks and general skiving, with a hand over his eyes. As usual, his jumpsuit was half-unzipped, revealing a different coloured vest nearly everyday. Usually Melody stereotypically thought the only people who wore them were wife-beating alcoholics and weedy boys who thought they were tough. It kind-of suited Curtis, though; maybe it was the muscles. Next to him was Nathan. Now that boy was odd at the best of times, but right now, he was sat staring furiously at a glass bottle, hands at either side of his head like some sort of fucking psychic. There was something terribly wrong with him. Maybe his mother dropped him on his head as a baby or something.

Melody temporarily forgot about their impending fate. "Are you having a stroke? Say something, if you're slurring your words we'll have to call an ambulance. It says so on that advert."

"What are you doing?" asked Simon incredulously.

Nathan didn't acknowledge either of them, so Curtis explained tiredly: "He's trying to smash a bottle with his mind." A few moments passed, with all four of them watching and listening to these strange sounds that were coming from the boy. "I think he's goin' to shit himself."

Eventually Nathan himself got sick of the quite obvious fact that he was not going to be able to smash a bottle with his mind, unsurprising when knowing he's got the attention span of an ADD ridden four year old. He stood up suddenly and kicked the bottle away, with the glass smashing on the floor, narrowly missing Simon. "Bullshit!"

"We've got a problem." said Simon, his mind clearly back to the reason they were all gathering on the roof like some covert undercover young offender operation.

"I've got a power, I know it, I can feel it in my balls!" Nathan protested, apparently immune to declarations of problematic events. He even gave them a nice gesture, as if they didn't know where his balls resided.

"Listen to me!"

"It's like a soft vibrating, you get that, yeah?"

"THEY'RE GOING TO DIG UP THE BODIES!" said Simon and Melody in unison, frustrated with the distractions. It came out so loud, if anyone was walking past the community centre below them, they would have just completely give the game away.

That got their attention. Nathan span round on his heels to face the two of them, Curtis bolted upright and Alisha stood slightly open-mouthed. They all looked a bit sceptical, actually, which annoyed the fuck out of Melody. She had had this on her shoulders since that bullshit vision and they all look like they've made it up? Not happening. "Well say something then!"

"They're building an environmental monitoring station under the flyover." said Simon, taking the bullet. Even Melody hadn't known that little piece of information. Her teachers at school always did say she lacked focus when it came to detail.

Naturally, Nathan didn't understand. "They're building a what? That sounds made up. Are we supposed to know what that is?"

"It's to measure the carbon monoxide over the flyover."

"Wait, wait. How do you know all this? I was there and the whole digging up bodies aspect was the only thing that really stood out to me!" she asked, trying to sound calm but being betrayed by her lilting Irish accent. It made her voice go squeaky during arguments or serious situations, something that always let her down when the catty girls from school decided to start with their mouths. "Sorry. Carry on."

"When they dig the foundations, they'll find the bodies!"

"We need to move them."

"Couple of questions. How? Where? Are you out of your mind?"

"If we leave them there, they'll find 'em!"

"Oh, whereas diggin' 'em up and wanderin' around with 'em, that's a real low-risk strategy!"

This had been going on for at least an hour. The five of them - due to an inexplicable lack of Kelly - were once again sat around a pile of unwanted clothes. This time, however, there was no joking around. That had been substituted for a tense atmosphere, angry debate about what to do about the body situation, and hushed whispers. Every time someone suggested a course of action, someone else waded in with a little detail that could get their arses thrown into jail. They were going round and round in circles, and it was fucking annoying. There was nothing like five equally stressed young offenders pissing each other off to give a girl a headache.

"There's no actual proof that we we're involved, though, right?" started Melody, in a tone that told everyone she was only trying to rationalise for her own benefit, rather than anyone else's. "Can't we just.. leave them there and take our chances?"

Alisha stared at her incredulously. "Are you for real?"

The others seemed to share Alisha's sentiment. Nathan, a boy who wasn't really in a position to comment on brain capacity, added: "Yeah, man, for a bird who reads books you really ain't all that clever. Fuckin' stupid idea, if you ask me."

Melody let go of the hoodie she was haphazardly folding, slamming it down harder than she probably should have. "It's a good job no-one was asking you then, you prick. Have you got any better ideas?"

"Yeah, I do actually. Why don't you," Nathan said, turning to Curtis. He whistled and twisted his fingers in a way that obviously meant use your bullshit power and get us out of the situation. "and stop us killing the probation worker in the first place!"

"You tell me how it works and I'll do it!"

"Alright boys, calm down." patronised Mel, in her best adult voice. It still managed to sound stupid, once again her thick Irish accent letting her down. "We're not going to get anywhere if we're arguing amongst ourselves. Let's just think of something sensible, preferably police-proof. Okay?"

No-one spoke for a couple of minutes. Everyone was lost in their little bubbles of thought, idly folding clothes as they went. Melody was fucking terrified, she really was. Prison was somewhere she never wanted to end up; most people agree with that mentality in general, but it was personal to her. She had experienced first hand the transformation of someone who had served a prison sentence, and that had only been a year sentence. Melody's father was a good man. He went inside a good man and came out a good man, albeit a battered, shaking, shell of a good man. Burying bodies, murder, lying to the police.. the six of them would get the book thrown at them.

Simon broke the silence. "We need a car."

"Have you got a car?" asked Nathan. It was at this point that Melody noticed he was wearing what looked like a black sports bra over his community payback jumpsuit. He looked fucking ridiculous. But it brought a smile to her face, and that really irritated her.

"No."

"Well, I suppose we better call a cab. Better make it a seven seater!"

Curtis flashed him a brutal look, but didn't have time to retaliate as the doors flew open to reveal Kelly. She looked relatively normal apart from the sickly pink cap on her head, covering her face almost. She entered without a word to any of them, though the others didn't share her sentiment. They bombarded her with questions: "Where've you been?" "Can you get a car?" "Do you know how to steal a car?"

Kelly's graceful, polite response was to push a massive pile of shoes from the table and shout: "Will you all fuck off?"

"We've got bad news, love." said Melody. "They're-"

She was going to break the news gently to the clearly already distressed Kelly, but she was cut off by the curly-haired wanker next to her. Nathan explained animatedly: "While you were having your smear test, big shock! We found out they're going to dig up the bodies!"

Simon proceeded to explain. "They're building an environmental monitoring station under the flyover."

"Sounds like bullshit, right?" added Nathan, again.

"It wouldn't sound like bullshit if you went to school. C in science, my friend." Mel tapped her head pompously. She only scraped that C by the skin of her teeth, mind. She went a bit wild during her exams. They mean fuck all anyway.

"Beauty over brains, that's my motto." He said, with a little wink.

"That's not a fucking motto. Anyway, shut up. Can we get back on topic please?"

Nathan stood up, and put his hands dramatically on his hips. "We're a bunch of young offenders, and not one of us knows how to steal a car? That is pathetic!"

"That is actually very true." agreed Melody; could any of them even drive? Obviously Alisha could, considering her arrest, but no-one else had ever mentioned it, and she had only had two lessons when she turned 17. The driving instruction company politely asked her to leave their services when one day she got so frustrated that she broke the gear-stick in the learner car. "Can anyone even drive?"

"I can." said Alisha, a little despondently. "I'll borrow my dads car."

"And you're banned from driving, so that makes sense, right?" Curtis moaned, throwing a further spanner into the works.

"You're a whiny little bitch!"

There was definitely something going on between the two of them, if that exchange and the look on Curtis' face yesterday was anything to go by. Melody was lounging in one of the spare wheel-chairs, watching Nathan engage in an extremely one-sided fight with the vending machine, when an utterly raging Curtis came storming out of the toilets, eyes ablaze with anger and what looked like distress. He stopped for a second to take in the sight on Nathan now shoving his arm right up the dispenser, said nothing and walked away. Weird.

A few torturous hours waiting for the sun to set passed, and they regrouped back at the community centre waiting for Alisha to pick them up. The atmosphere was scarily tense, leaving Melody with absolutely no choice but to shove her earphones in and blast the most inaproprately happy songs she had on her iPod - Walking on Sunshine, Carry on Wayward Son and Don't Look Back Into The Sun made a welcomed appearance. How could she be worried about anything when upbeat music was seeping through her bones? Well, quite easily actually, but let's not go there. Six shovels were dug out from the storage cupboard, no pun intended, and Alisha turned up right on time.

"So what do we do with 'em when we dig 'em up?" asked Alisha as they met in the car park.

"Weigh 'em down and toss 'em in the lake." Curtis offered.

Nathan, unsurprisingly, was the one to find something wrong with that idea. "We do that, you know what happens next week? The council are all like, let's drag the lake! So predictable."

"We'll bury them somewhere else, then."

"No, enough with the diggin' and the buryin' already!"

"You come up with something then!" shouted Curtis, his anger once again shining through. Seriously, he had some serious issues. And Melody should know. After all, she had been forced into therapy for her apparent issues. Issues that she would constantly maintain didn't exist.

Nathan thought for a second, then announced proudly: "We boil them in a bath of sulphuric acid, serial killer style!"

The others were getting restless now, rolling their eyes at him as usual. Melody, however, decided he really should know about the massive flaw in his unrealistic, never-going-to-happen plan. "Mate, there is so many issues with that suggestion. Have you not seen Breaking Bad? Jesse tries to boil some drug dealer in a bath of sulphuric acid, literally in a bath, and his roof falls through. Blood and acid everywhere."

"Never seen it. But from what you've described, it sounds a little bit like one of my favourite pornos."

"What kind of porn are you watching?"

"The good kind." Nathan winked, disappearing into the front seat of the car.

There was no other seats, and she was sure as fuck not sitting on that perverts knee, so she perched on top of Curtis in the back. It was a tight squeeze, but Simon would probably break under her weight and it was a lot better than Nathan's. She could only imagine the horrifying connotations of sitting on his lap, and if he got a boner, there would be no other choice but for Melody to rip his cock off, and no-one wants that, do they?

"We could store them in the community centre until we figure out what to do with them."

"Brilliant, yeah," sneered Melody's human seat, also known as a bitterly sarcastic Curtis Donovan. "Because the community centre has a special room for storing rotting corpses!"

"There's a disused storeroom upstairs." Nathan informed the group, albeit a bit fucking late. Then he added: "I've got a key."

Kelly hadn't really spoken all night, and she had been weirdly off all day. But this little announcement must have caught her attention. "Why've you got a key?"

Nathan, realising what he had just let slip out, looked surprisingly worried, his eyes flitting around the waiting faces in the car. For someone who spews out elaborate lies on a day to day basis, he was pretty shit under pressure. Melody even felt a bit sorry for him. He was living rough after his own mother chose her boyfriend over him, and it was no-ones business but his - the only thing was, it seemed like he was unable to come up with a convincing lie. Maybe it was the combined body heat of the (living) bodies in the car.

"I nicked them because I'm living in the community centre, okay? Happy? Big secret revealed!" If he knew how to show vulnerability, he didn't let it last long. No-one really cared where he lived anyway. Why would they? Priorities and all that. Nathan glanced round, as if noticing the interior of the car for the first time, and said complimentary: "This is a sweet ride!"

When they eventually reached the flyover - surviving a horrible journey of tense silence, excluding a few pointless, off-putting remarks from Nathan about how he should start driving because the girls can't resist an Irish accent and a car, and a couple of retorts from anyone in the car who wasn't Simon - shovels were passed around as casually as sweets and they got down to the job. It was quite hard actually, one of those moments where the only thing to do is take a step back and look at your life and just think - what the fuck am I doing? Melody would be happy when this day was over and she was in bed with a beer and crap telly.

"I think we're getting close."

"Really, Sherlock? What gave you that idea then? The smell or the two hours we've been digging?"

That earned her one of Curtis' famous scowls. She knew she was being unfair, and probably pissing everyone off. Now would probably be the best time to return to her vow of silence she swore on the first day, a day that seemed so long ago when in reality it was barely three weeks, and be quiet. But these situations just kept arising. It wasn't her fault.

The silence was destroyed by the sound of Nathan keeling over and heaving repeatedly. It went on for quite some time, and it started to get pretty difficult to decide whether or not he was putting it on. The others carried on digging. Melody put on her best soothing voice and said: "Do not be sick. All we need is you getting your fucking DNA all over the crime scene." Turns out, her best soothing voice wasn't all that soothing.

Nathan pulled himself to his feet dramatically, and fixed his gaze onto her, looking hurt. "I'm fine, thanks for caring! The fuckin' smell, man. It's worse than my old bedroom back at my mums, and that's sayin' somethin'."

"That's wrong, that's what that is. I don't even want to know what you were doing in there to make it smell a little bit nicer than two rotting corpses."

He had gone back to digging, suppressing a little smirk as he went. But something must have caught his attention because he stopped again, standing his shovel in the dirt. "So what's wrong with you? You're being even more of a bitch than usual."

"I'm not a bitch. I am simply hostile and troubled, ask my counsellor." The words tumbled out of her mouth before Melody even realised what she had said. Nathan's eyes widened, and she could almost see the endless jokes forming in his brain. "Shut up. It's police-ordered and I didn't tell anyone about you squatting in the community centre, so tell anyone and I will kick your skinny little arse. Right?"

"Hey, hey, I'm not judgin'! I love a mental girl as much as the next man."

Whack. Her hand collided with the back of his head, her shovel clattering to the floor. "I'm not mental!"

"Ah, stop hitting me!" Nathan whined, rubbing the back of his head with a childish pout on his lips. "That reminds me, what's up with Kelly? She hasn't punched me in at least a few hours, and she must have heard me thinking about her arse at some point tonight."

"Maybe she's found a way to tune out your perverted mental ramblings."

"That, or she's finally realised how much she wants to shag me-"

"And the embarrassment has sent her into shocked silence?"

Nathan raised his eyebrows in mock hurt, but a lopsided grin formed on his face. "See? Bitch."

They hadn't realised, while they were chatting, that Curtis and Simon had began pulling the decaying corpses from their makeshift grave and loading them into Alisha's dads car. Alisha was going to have to scrub that car a hundred times over, if the stench already clinging to their clothes was anything to go by.

"We done then?" asked an exhausted-looking Curtis, making his way over to the two of them. He looked at Nathan. "Got the keys?"

Nathan's face morphed from vague amusement at life in general to wide-eyed panic. He patted the pockets of his jacket, of his jeans, even his shoes, until he finally pulled the keys from the first place he'd started, swinging them from his finger and laughing: "Of course I've got the fucking keys. After all, thievery is my only talent."

The lads wandered off in the general direction of the car, with Melody closely at their heels. Suddenly the air was filled with the dulcet warble of Morrissey, and The Smiths echoed around the darkness. The fact someone was ringing her was incredibly strange, seeing as though only days ago she was considering selling the fucking thing due to lack of usage. Pulling it out of her pocket with mud-caked hands, her jaw dropped at the caller. Like, full on, cartoon animation dropped.

Mum.

AN: This took a while, oops! I found it quite hard to write this part for some reason, I think it's because it's quite dialogue-y, and dialogue isn't really my strength. I may go back and change it, but for now, voilà!

Thanks to the guests, Louise, corazondepapel (your English is pretty great by the way, don't worry!), and Ana Grey for reviewing. As always I love to hear from you all, especially about my OC.

ALSO - how good was series 5? I think it's the best Misfits has been since the early days, and I'm gutted to see it end! I'm going to be lifting a certain idea from one of the S5 episodes for my story a couple of episodes down. Can you guess which one? ;)