Crazy House

Chapter 16: you can expect more than a few inches.

XxMunazzaBangash, you wanted more Romiel/Rariel, so here it is, my dear.xX

Chapter 16: you can expect more than a few inches.

“Do we have any chicken nuggets at home?” Tristian asks leaning on the shopping cart as he looks at the frozen foods.

“No, Jessie ate the rest of them, the other day.” Roman tells him grabbing a bag of fries out of the freezer, and putting them in the shopping cart.

Apparently, it’s the guy’s week to do the grocery shopping, and from what I’ve observed, 90% of what they get is junk food.

“What else do we need?” Tristian questions Roman who shrugs.

“Cherry, do you need anything?” He asks turning to me. I glance into the shopping cart, and decide that I need something to fix myself a salad. All that unhealthy stuff that they have, just won’t do.

“Yea, where’s the vegetables?” I ask him, and he raises a brow at me, “Does it look like I know where the vegetables are?” He asks.

Roman lets out a sigh before grabbing my wrist, gently, sending tingles through me,“Come on, I’ll show you, we’ll meet you at the checkout.” He tells Tristan before leading me to the vegetable section.

He lets go of my wrist, and without him touching it, it feels cold. “You know you’re not fat or anything.” Roman says in a soft tone, as I pick out a firm tomato.

“I will be if I eat junk food all the time.” I tell him not bothering to turn around as I pick out a lettuce. Now I need a cucumber, but my hands are full.

I turn around to ask Roman to hold something for me, and I let out a gasp, when I see that he’s standing directly in front of me.

My breath hitches as I take in the space between us, only enough room for a piece of paper to be in between us.

“Someone really did some work on you mentally and physically, didn’t they?” He questions, but it’s more of a rhetorical question. He locks eyes with me for a second, “Well, I’m just going to have to fix that.” He says before grabbing the tomatoes out of my hands, and stepping away.

I’m in shock for a second, before my breathing returns to normal, and I go back to picking out my salad stuff. If I act normal, he won’t realize that him being close to me almost gave me a heart attack.

When we meet Tristian at the checkout there’s no one else in line, thank god. The lady working the cash register keeps shooting Tristian not so subtle glances, and unfortunately he notices.

Tristian leans against the counter and the lady tries to avert her eyes, but it’s obvious she can’t keep her eyes off of him, “Hey,” Tristian says, and I hear Roman let out a sigh. “I’m no weather man, but if you come home with me, you can expect more than a few inches.” He tells the girl and she looks up with wide eyes.

“Couldn’t you have waited until after we got our stuff?” Roman asks Tristian in frustration but the corner of his lips are turned up as he tries to hold back a smile.

I personally don’t get the joke, and I don’t see the big deal.

The girl quickly finishes ringing up our stuff, and she doesn’t look at Tristian again, not even when he passes her the money to pay for the groceries.

When we get into the parking lot, both of the guys start laughing. “You really shouldn’t have.” Roman tells Tristian who just gives him a shrug.

“I really don’t get it.” I tell them and they both look at me in amusement.

“Of course you don’t, Cherry.” Tristian says throwing an arm around my shoulder, something he’s getting really comfortable with doing.