Decadent (JacobXEnoch)

II.

I was working on another masterpiece.

Every day for the past two weeks, Jacob has been coming in with a cup of tea, a red rose, and smile on his face.

I don't know who put it in his mind that I liked roses, but I don't.

I detest roses.

They think they're so pretty and then when you try to touch them- they stab you!

What a worthless thing!

I growled to myself.

And I don't like tea. Just because I'm British doesn't mean I- well okay... I like black tea... And spicy brews... Not chamomile or earl grey. I mean who does he think I am? Horace!?!

I started to grit my teeth as I started carving a face into the clay head.

And as for that smile!

I think it's cute. He has a very cute smile... But I want to punch him in the face.

Do you know how conflicted I feel right now!?!?

I wanna kiss him but I also wanna choke him.

It's sick, I know.

I just don't know how to release these feelings in any other way besides having carcass wars.

I sighed and glanced up at the clock. I perked up realizing what time it was.

In exactly five seconds, Jake was going to come in, plop down, and start his usual attempt to swoon me.

5. 4. 3. 2. 1. And-

The door opened revealing a disheveled brun.

I watched him quietly as he wiped his face frantically before smiling at me awkwardly.

"Meh. Come back another day. You look miserable."

"Huh?" he sniffed.

"I feel awful and you look it. There's no need for you to be here... Especially since I'm feeling pretty unstable today."

"I don't care. I just want to be around you for a few hours."

"And why is that?" I rested my head on my interlocked fingers.

I noticed his slightly red and puffy eyes; his damp eyelashes clung together as he continued to blink away his fresh tears.

"Family problems."

"Oh do tell..."

"Tell?"

"Yes." I smirked.

"..." he squinted his eyes at me. "Please don't act like you care..."

"Hey. I asked. You better take my offer before I become grouchy again." I sighed dramatically, earning an eye roll out of him.

"You're always grouchy." he sighed. "Anyways. It's my dad."

"Yea?"

"He thinks I'm insane... He won't listen to me... And he tried to lock me away."

"And how did you get here exactly?"

He reddened. "I climbed out of a window."

"Oooh, Jacob, you bad boy."

"Oh shut up!" he whined, causing me to chuckle.

"Well just so you know, you're not going mental." I smiled shyly. "Some minds are unfortunately too small to see the great things that lie before them."

He looked at me with wide eyes and I paled. "..."

"What?"

"That was actually nice..."

"And?" I frowned.

"And you smiled..."

"So?"

"You just looked so relaxed and kind."

I grunted and went back to usual rest face. "Well it's nice to see you're done sniffing and crying."

"Thanks for hearing me out..."

"Uh-huh. Go mooch up to Emma."

"Enoch."

"No." I shook my head and returned to my piece.