Snapshot [boyxboy] [slash]

Chapter Nineteen- Interuptions

You've been acting awful tough lately, smoking a lot of cigarettes lately. But inside, you're just a little baby, oh. You don't always have to be untouched, it's okay to say you've got a weak spot.

I am not a Robot, Marina and the Diamonds

Roman's POV

I rushed through the hallways, looking for the telltale, stark white shirt that would jump out at me.

I didn't see him anywhere. He wasn't near the car, at any of the benches, or walking around anywhere I could think to look.

"Where did you go?" I texted him, sighing as I continued to look around. After five minutes, I sent another message.

"Come on, Dimitri. I'm looking for you."

"Please?"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Don't you dare disappear again."

"Dammit, Dimitri, I'm really worried!"

It was almost a half hour since I first left the dorm when Dimitri I finally got a response. It was only a simple sentence, but it was all I needed.

"I'm at the cafe."

I immediately ran to the parking lot to grab my car, breaking the speed limit multiple times to get to the cafe.

When I finally rushed in, I immediately spotted Dimitri sitting in one of the booths, a cup of tea in front of him.

"What the hell, Dimitri?" I half shouted, but I was mostly relieved. "You can't do that."

Dimitri mumbled an apology, but didn't look up. He looked downright miserable, and the label of his pill bottle once again popped into my mind.

I slid into the booth next to him, glad to smell the aroma of cinnamon on his clothes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He muttered, but I could hear his voice crackling. I put my hand on his shoulder, comfortingly.

"I'm sorry, Dimitri." I sighed.

"For what?" He asked, still not looking at me. "It's not your fault."

"I'm sorry something like this has to happen to you."

Without warning, Dimitri suddenly whirled around and wrapped me in a tight hug, sobbing over me shoulder. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I did my best to comfort him.

When he finally pulled away, still sniffing, his eyes were red. His eyes were glossed over with tears, which made them almost crystal like.

"Thank you." He managed, managing a smile as he wiped away his tears. "I just..."

"It's fine, Dimitri." I smiled assuringly. "Please, just tell me what's wrong."

Dimitri paused, hesitating. I scooted closer to him, putting my hand on his arm. He smiled.

"In high school," He began, sighing. "I met somebody a grade above me. His name was Minos."

He went quiet for a moment, and I could tell he was holding back more tears.

"He was my first boyfriend." He finally continued, his lip trembling. "He was so nice and sweet, and he made me feel wanted. We were dating for only a few months when..."

It was at this moment that tears began running down his face once more. I wrapped him in a hug, listening to his heart beating as I laid my head on the clean fabric of his shirt.

"You don't have to tell me." I offered, not wanting him to feel pressured. He leaned his head against mine.

"He started getting more irritable." He continued. "He was doing drugs. Hard drugs. His friends were all either users or dealers, sometimes both. He got really controlling, not wanting me talking to other people or be gone too long."

Dimitri buried his tear soaked face in my neck, despite the fact that he was much taller than me. It was because of this that I could hear the next part he whispered so quietly.

"He hit me." Dimitri cried, voice barely audible. "It started as just a playful punch, but then he started leaving bruises."

He took quick, gasping breaths, trying not to cry even more. I continued to comfort him, feeling more and more pity.

"It stopped when he pushed me down a stairwell. I broke my arm." Dimitri finally finished, voice quaking. "They never were able to charge him for assault, but they found out about his drug addiction. He's still in jail, but..."

He trailed off, and sat up. His hair was a mess, but his expression was a mixture of fear and pure bleakness. He finally spoke the last part.

"He's getting out soon." Dimitri spoke. "I never got a restraining order, or any charges, and- and-"

"Dimitri, listen." I said, my voice sounded so determined that it shocked even me. "If he so much as lays another hand on you, not only will I be at his throat, but you have Almon, Mike-Ike, and Cass to back you up."

"T-thank you, but I don't worry about him hurting me." Dimitri responded, wiping his eyes. "He always made me feel wanted, so I would always come back. What if he does that again? What if I go back? What if-"

"Dimitri." I interrupted. "You don't need him to make you feel wanted. Because you are wanted."

Dimitri didn't say anything, and for a moment I thought he was going back to his silence. Then he did something entirely different.

He kissed me.

For a few moments, I was too shocked to process his lips on mine. But when I recovered my senses, I quickly realized that he tasted like cinnamon and Chai tea.

His lips were soft, like he'd been using chapstick. They weren't as cold as they were when he kissed my neck, but not necessarily warm, either.

We were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. I looked up, pulling away from Dimitri, to see my old friend Jason standing there, in his uniform, looking shocked.

"Am I interrupting something?"