Strengths and Weaknesses (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)

Chapter 15

CLAUDE'S POV

"You want me? Claude I am not trying to lose my virginity if that's what you wan-" Clarissa proclaimed, but I interrupted her with a meaningful kiss. She lets out a moan of pleasure and I carry her to bed. I was going to continue, however, she sat up. "Stop, Claude. I was just crying about my aunt and you are trying to get down with me like there's nothing wrong." Clarissa said, and I sighed, pouting with my puppy dog eyes. She smirked and dismissed it by walking out the bedroom door, looking with her tongue out with mocking intent. "This little b****" I murmured, before walking out to follow her. Once outside the bedroom, I saw a moving silhouette descending the stairs and quietly ran across the long hallway and down the stairs. I caught up to her and stopped. "Clarissa... babe I apologize. I didn't mean to do that with sexual intent, just making out." She turned around with a smirk plastered across her face. She walked over to me and kissed my nose. "You really mean it? 'Cause I don't want to distance myself from you because of that." I walked over to her, dilated eyes beautiful in the light. "You are beautiful, you know that? And, yes, I mean it." I said, Clarissa hugging me. She led me to the kitchen and on the counter, there were multiple desserts layed out. "Welcome to Blindfold game!", Clarissa exclaimed, and I laughed at her silliness. "In this game, we will take turns being blindfolded and have to guess what dessert they are having. The person with the most wins gets to pick activities we do for the rest of the night." I smiled and she laughed at herself. Then, she gestured for me to sit down, indicating that I am first. Clarissa blindfolded my eyes with a bandana and rested my arms against my lap so I won't cheat. I heard movement around me and I laughed the worry off. "You ready? Open your mouth." Clarissa said, pouring the content in my mouth. I closed my mouth and savored the chocolaty taste. "Chocolate Ice cream?" I guessed and Clarissa laughed. "Yeah it is." Clarissa said, uncovering my eyes to find her pouting but laughing. I smiled and sat her down. I blindfolded her and made my way across the counter to find tres leche cake. I put the content in my mouth and walked over to her and started kissing her, my tongue getting access into her mouth. I sat on her lightly and asked her: "What is it, babe?" Her mouth, of course, was in a smirk and she laughed. "Its chocolate ice cream and tres leche cake on a tongue?" I uncovered her eyes and nodded. She escaped my weight and looked at me, shaking her head. "Wisely done, babe. Wisely done." I laughed and kissed her on her cheek. The rest of the game ensued, filled with laughs and smirks, resulting in me winning by two points. "That was fun, wasn't it?" Clarissa said, me nodding. We were now picking up the desserts and putting them back in their corresponding places. Once we finished, we both sat atop the counter. I smirked at her and she gave me a questioning look. "The person with the most wins gets to pick the activities of the night? Remember that?" Clarissa groaned and I laughed. She got off the counter and I followed. I thought about the first activity and smirked. "I get to tell a scary story, 'kay?" Clarissa nodded in assent and followed me to her room. Once we were inside, Clarissa and I sat cross-legged on the bed, facing each other.

OUR CONVERSATION:

"Okay, are you ready for the most scariest story ever?"

Clarissa chuckles and then straightens herself, clearing her throat."Yessir, I'm ready for this."

"That's good to know. Alright. It was an unusual day in Cuba-"

"Wait, why Cuba?"

"You'll understand later on. Now, can I continue without any more interruptions?"

Clarissa nods.

"It was an unusual day in Cuba, the chill of the winds rushing past Francisco. Francisco was a distinctive person. For a five year old, he understood things that other people his age couldn't; and it was because he's seen too much happen around him. He felt that the winds and the waves spoke to him, sounds and signals incoherent to others. As he walked along the beach at night to his family's cottage, he heard the noise of shuffling of footsteps. Francisco stopped, looking around. There was a sillouhette growing bigger as if nearing the small boy. And soon, the sillouhette became a tall soldier, dressed in grey. Francisco ran, knowing the man was danger. After a while of running, the boy stopped, his breathing short; his legs gave out. Suddenly, he had pain in his stomach. Francisco looked down and saw blood coming out excessively. The soldier had caught him and was now approaching him, the sound of his footsteps getting louder. Francisco turned around, as if succumbing to an arrest and lifted his hands, head hung down, feeling ashamed. BOOM! PANG! He was dead. His parents found him lying on the sand the next morning, two shots to the head, one on the stomach. The end. What do you think?"