Russian Roulette (Royce)

Butterfly Kisses

::Chresanto's P.O.V::

It's been two days and Jacob hasn't really been himself. He's been kind of distant and very quiet, I'm starting to get a bit worried. I invited him over to my house and I was surprised when he actually agreed to come. I'm glad I was nervous and embarrassed for him to come back over, I invited him just because I wanted to talk and try to find out what was really going on with him. "Chresanto" I looked over at Jacob, "are you going to get out of the car anytime soon?" He asked curiously. "Oh, yeah, sorry" I got out of the car and Jacob followed me inside, I led him to my room and we both took off our shoes and laid down on my bed.

I slowly took Jacob's hand in my own and breathed out slowly. "Is there something wrong?" I asked lightly as I looked up at the ceiling. "No" he responded, "are you sure?" "Yeah". "You've been very quiet lately" "just thinking about how this dinner is going to go tomorrow" he answered. 

::Jacob's P.O.V::

I wasn't lying to to him this time, I really was thinking about the dinner that was going to take place tomorrow afternoon. "You're not the least bit nervous?" I asked, Chresanto nodded and said "yeah, I'm super nervous, is your uncle going to be there?" "He says he is, but I bet he'll change his mind at the last minute". "I don't know what to wear" Chresanto suddenly confessed, "I'm not ready". "Sure you are" I said calmly, "no, I'm not.... What if... What if they don't like me? I know your uncle won't, b-but what if your mom won't either?" "She will, she already likes you" I explained. "She does?" I nodded, "yeah". It was silent for a while. I suddenly sat up, "come on, I'll help you choose something for the dinner tomorrow".

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"Chres" I said lightly as I stretched out on the floor. We were in his room still, and he was laying next to me. "Yeah?" Chresanto answered, "have you ever like... Smoked weed before?" "No". "Oh" "I've thought about it, but then I thought about my dad and how he smokes it and I don't really want to turn into him" he confessed, he rolled over on his side and looked at me. "Have you?" He asked finally, "no, I haven't".

"Do you want to?" "I don't know, I've heard it's good" "there's some downstairs" he said as he sat up. I looked at him, "I'm okay" "I mean, we can". "What about your dad?" I asked, he shrugged "what about him?"

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::Chresanto's P.O.V::

I leaned against Jacob and blew smoke out through my nose. "Hmmm" I hummed lightly, "this shit is crazy". Jacob nodded in agreement, "yeah". I looked at him as he let the smoke flow out of his parted lips. "That's attractive" I admitted with a small smile, Jacob smirked and pulled me closer to him.

"I have no idea how my dad's gonna react when he notices that some of his weed is gone" I stated, Jacob stayed silent. He suddenly kissed the top of my head, then my forehead, then my nose. He gave me quick, light butterfly kisses on my cheeks until he finally planted one on my lips.

I looked at him and smiled a little, he smiled too. Again, he gave me a kiss, but this one wasn't a simple butterfly kiss, it was a very passionate one. I kissed back and reached out for his hand, but instead I grabbed his arm. We continued to kiss and before I knew it, Jacob was straddling me.

He gently trailed kisses down to my neck and a light moan escaped me. I felt my face grow hot, why was I embarrassed? "You know I wanna fuck you, right?" Jacob asked suddenly as he sat up straight, I looked at him, "but I'm not, because I feel pretty out of it right now, and I'm gonna wait until you're ready".

I slowly let my hand release his arm but I didn't say anything. "I don't want to go any further than I am" Jacob added, "why?" I asked. "Because it wouldn't be right, you're not ready, I know you aren't".

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::Jacob's P.O.V::

"You smell like weed" "sorry" I said as I stared at my uncle, "why do you smell like weed?" He asked seriously. I stayed silent, my head was pounding slightly and my eyes hurt. "Why do you smell like weed? Did you smoke weed, Jacob?" I shook my head, "no, I didn't" I lied, "I was at Romelo's house, and I guess the smell just stuck" "so there are drugs in the house?" "Yeah". "Was Lorenzo there?" "No".

I scrunched up my face a little then looked at my uncle closely, "if you put Lorenzo in prison, what'll happen to Romelo?" "He'll live with his close family" "what happens if... If his dad is his only close family?" "Then he'll be placed in foster care until his father gets out, why do you ask?" I shook my head, "no real reason, I was.... Just wondering. Where's mom?" "She's in the kitchen making dinner". "Okay" I said before walking into the kitchen. 

I walked upto my mom and kissed her cheek, "hi" "you smell like weed" "I was at Romelo's house this afternoon". "Oh" "yeah" "I still don't feel comfortable with you doing this, Jacob". "I know, but I agreed and I don't really think I can back out" "sure, you can, especially if I say so". I smiled a little and decided to change the subject, "Chresanto's really nervous about the dinner tomorrow". "Really, why is that?" "He's afraid that you won't like him" I explained, "but I already do like him".

"See that's what I told him, but he's still really nervous that he'll say or do something wrong" I added, "he shouldn't be worried at all, are you nervous for tomorrow?" I shrugged, "just a little, I'm just afraid how tio is going to act". "He may not even be there, miel" "how come?" "He may have to work late". "I really hope he does".

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"Can I set down some rules for tomorrow's dinner?" I asked once my mom and uncle got settled at the dinner table. "Sure" my mom said simply, "no baby pictures, okay?" I asked. "Not even the one with you and Bella?" "No, not even that one, mom" I replied, she sighed "okay". "Hm, don't ask too many personal questions, well... Don't even ask personal questions, and don't be rude" I said as I looked at my uncle, "I'm talking to you". 
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Sorry for any mistakes, and I decided to post early just 'cause.
Love,
Me