Cupid's Target

27- BUTTERFLIES

His head shot my direction, an eyebrow raised and a slight grin.
"What?" He laughed. "Eve what are you saying?" He played it off. This was just casual to him.

"Royce you just said you loved me." I whispered, but stayed serious. It was hard to be taken serious while we're laying here naked though.

"Did I?" He looked back up to the ceiling ignoring me.

"You said yourself, we'll do it once I love you like you love me, not just because I'm horny." I sat up, covering myself with the blanket while raising my voice a tad.

He still laid there twiddling his thumbs staring at the ceiling, with not a care in the world. All I got in response was his infamous laugh. The one he does in the situations where I'm serious and confused, and he just laughs it off. Laughs it off, or laughs at me? I'd say it's hot, just not when it's done to me.

"I just meant if we ever love each other, not that I love you now Cherry." He groaned while complaining what he meant, throwing an eye roll in there.

"Don't get so full of yourself Baby, can't love you just yet when you barely stopped being a bitch to me."

I grabbed a pillow from behind and threw it at his face.

He laughed, but this time it was genuine. It echoed in the room. His face crinkled and his smile widened. Was he genuinely laughing at me? Either way, he's still the most handsome when he's happy.

"Well don't worry either, I don't plan on falling in love with you anyways." I got up from the bed with the blanket wrapped around me like a towel. I went for his closet, looking for something comfortable to wear. Noticing what I was doing, he got up and did the same, but went to go put on a fresh pair of boxers instead.

"Can't say that when you've already fallen in love with me." I feel the vibrations of his voice from behind me, sending chills down my back.

"In your dreams, pretty boy." I scoffed, still scrolling through his closet for a shirt to throw over. He pulls a box from the top shelf of his closet, handing it to me.

"So you mean to tell me I don't give you butterflies by doing this?" He taunted and whispered. His  body was pressed against my back. The only thing in between was the blanket I was still holding up with one hand.  He ran his index finger along my arm, bringing it up to my neck. His neck lowered as he let a soft breath out on my neck before diving in for a sweet kiss.

Sweet. There's no other word to describe it, and I think that's what scared me the most.

I turned around to avoid giving into him. He made me nervous, he always does, I just couldn't let him know that. I crossed my arms over the blanket with the box still in my hand, not even curious as to what's in it. I just wanted to get some point across.

"Just because you make me feel good Wayne doesn't mean i'm in love with you." I smiled sarcastically. The eyes he gave me after I said that, I knew he had a line he was waiting to say.

"So you admit I make you feel good, and that was the best head you've ever gotten?" He came closer, making me stumble in my steps a bit. He placed his hand on the wall next to his closet.  A smirk was plastered across his face, but I could tell he wanted to break character. His smirk grew and grew to a wide smile.

Was it the best I had ever gotten? Absolutely no doubt in the book. Would I ever admit that to him? Not in a million years.

"That is not what i'm admitted. You weren't too bad though." I shrugged trying not to break my character aswell. He kissed my forehead rapidly and rolled his eyes.

"I'll get you to admit one of these days, Cherry. Just open the damn box." He grabbed my hand and let me back to the bed, instead this time he was sat first instead of me.

I raised an eyebrow as I began unboxing. What could he have gotten me? It wasn't too much of a shock considering he has bought me clothes out of nowhere previously. I just thought why now and how now, if we just started talking again.

He looked up to me, eager to see me open it. It was cute. He was like a little kid on Christmas. Although it was my gift, something told me he was going to like it way more than myself.

I unwrapped the silky cloth from the tissue paper and put the plain black box aside. Letting it fall to reveal what it was, my jaw quite literally fell with it.

"Wayne!" I gasped. "When the hell did you get this, and why?" I playfully slapped his arm, gaining a sweet smile from him.

It was a Baby Blue nightgown. No not the ugly granny ones. The cute laces on the breast, silky, and short ones that'll drive a man wild.

"I know we weren't talking but I figured you'd come around eventually so, just bought it incase you slept over again. Might wanna have something cute and comfy to wear instead of my clothes right?" He rambled. He's not the type to explain or express himself being sweet, so I didn't expect him to sound too confident. He spoke soft, from the heart.

I didn't respond with words. I dropped the blanket, revealing myself to him again. I loved watching his eyes light up. He seperated his legs, already knowing I was going to step in between them, laying his arms out beside him.

I put the gown on for him, seeing a glance in the mirror of it on me by my side view. He pulled me in instantly, landing kisses on my arms and stomach.

"Blue for sure is your color, in every shade." He said in between some kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly crawling back onto him. I immediately pushed him down, rolling over to make his body land on top of me.

"Let's just go to bed tough guy, i'm exhausted." I groaned.

And with that, he flipped back over to get comfortable. I laid my head on his chest while he rubbed my head as we fell asleep.

If anyone were to ask me where my favorite place is, I'd say my room or anywhere a party is. My room is cozy, safe, and half of the time i'm in there, my friends are in there with me. A party is also where my friends are. There's food, music, and I get to take cute pictures.

In reality, that is not the truth.

My favorite place is Waynes house, or anywhere he is. His home comes off modern and cold, but anytime Im there with him, it feels the exact opposite. Its always empty for some reason, I never question where his mom is. The emptiness is what brings me peace. Its just us two in the world, and Lady his dog outside. I love coming over here ever since my house fell apart. My mom has gone crazy searching for my Dad, searching for answers. My brother was worried for a while, but gave up in the end. Hes calmed my mom down a ton, but we both know shes still going insane. She tried reporting him as missing, but my brother stopped her. Hes not missing. It was his choice to disappear.

I myself have chosen to avoid the situation and steer away from home. Not that I don't care or miss him, there's just some things we cant control in life. Going out has taken my mind off of it, especially being around Wayne. Thats what I like about him.

Hes a different person. Usually that's a bad thing, but when it comes to Wayne its just perfect. Before we were as close as we are, just strangers in 8th period together, he was cruel and moody all the time. Everyone drooled over him, I sort of did secretly, but in my head he was just a bitchboy. An asshole for no apparent reason. He hated that I always snapped back at him. No one ever did. Someone had to do it. As the times have gone on, everytime we hang out I see a different side of him. He becomes more and more charming. I get scared sometimes. What if he snaps into his old ways again? You know, where he was forced to hang out with me. He used to switch all the time. One second sweet, one second mean. Whatever has happened, Im glad he's changed for the better.

till next time :)