A Live Bomb and his Russian Lover (Whitty x Ruv)

Chapter 6, The final chapter

A/N: Sorry for how long it's been. Also, there is enough content in here for at least 8 chapters. The picture doesn't belong to me. 
Word count: 8100+

~*Whitty's POV*~

"Anyway. Do you guys want to go back to one of our places?" Sarv asked as she stretched and yawned.

"Well... Neither Whitty nor I live close by since we were just here to for the sugary cafe down the road," Carol said, sweating and scratching the back of her neck as I chuckled nervously.

"Oh... hm. Since it's Saturday, I can't have all of us have a sleepover at the church. I'm already pushing it with Ruv,"

"I'm only with you because you are my only friend," Ruv whispered, patting Sarv on the head. Sarv spits at Ruv and moves away from her. 

"So, we can't go to Sarv's place because it's a church. If we go to either Whitty's or my place, it'll take about half an hour or so. What about you, Ruv? Do you live nearby?" Carol asked. Ruv sighed and nodded. 

"Sarv knows where my apartment is, so I'm going to the supermarket by myself," Ruv said as he gave Sarv his keys. "Don't stay up too late this time, okay?" 

"Alright, let's go, Whitty and Carol," Sarv chirped. The girls and I headed towards Ruv's apartment as Ruv made his way in the direction, I guess that's to the supermarket. 

~*Later and in Whitty's POV*~

I brushed Carol hair as Sarv was watching a horror movie and drinking alcohol. 

"Sarv? Why are you drinking? I thought you were a part of the church," Carol asked, looking up at Sarv. 

"I hate the church, but it's where I get my negative energy, and I want to help others get into heaven," Sarv said before taking another chug from the bottle. 

"What-" 

"I'm a demon, and I was rejected at the gates of heaven," Sarv interrupted, slamming the bottle down. Ruv sat down with a tub of ice cream. Sarv started to sweat and tense up when she noticed it was Neapolitan ice cream. 

"Ruv? Can you-" 

"No, Neapolitan is the only ice cream I enjoy, so shut up," Ruv said as he continued eating the ice cream. Sarv looked at us like she was calling for help. 

"Oh, my, god, Sarv," Carol gasped. "You look like Neapolitan ice cream," 

"No, I don't!" Sarv yelled out, and she started to have a temper tantrum, like a child. 

~*A few hours later and 3rd person*~

Sarv left to go back to the church, and Carol had passed out at the table in the dining room. Ruv was trying his best to breathe while not waking Whitty, who was sleeping on him. Ruv didn't enjoy having a heavy ass, metallic living bomb sleeping on him, but he wasn't the type to wake someone up unless it's urgent or they're in danger. Ruv liked the warmth radiating off Whitty, and that's it, or at least what he thought. He had a light tingly sensation when he was around Whitty, but it grew stronger when Whitty laid on him, and it didn't help that Whitty fell asleep. Ruv fell asleep after adjusting the sleeping bomb, so he isn't entirely squished. 

~*In the morning and Ruv's POV*~

I felt myself being shaken awake. I heard Carol and Whitty bickering as I slowly woke up with my eyes barely open. When I finally started to process what was happening, I was on top of Whitty as he tried to get Carol to stop shaking me. I closed my eyes and made it seem like I was still asleep.