Under pressure

14: August 23rd

Betty's POV 

"You sure?" Jug chuckles.

"You want to stay, right?" I ask.

"I do, but-"

"But nothing," I say and we go into the living room.

"Guys," I say to mom and FP. They look at us.

"Can um.. Can Jug stay here for tonight?" I ask.

They raise their eyebrows and look at each other. "What are you planning on doing?" FP asks finally.

"Watch movies and eat crap," Jug days and I nod.

They both sigh, looking unsure. I press my lips together and we just stand here and wait.

"Sit down," mom says.

I sigh and look at Jug. He shrugs and we sit down on the other couch. I pull my legs up and cross them as always.

"We need to talk to you two," FP says.

I put a hand on my face, not to grin too hard. "Oh god no," Jug says, making me chuckle.

"Guys, we know about that stuff, okay?" Jug asks, "I've got that talk."

"Yeah, me too. You gave it to me when I was like 7," I tell mom.

"Well when you were 7 you didn't have a boyfriend," she says.

"I'm sure the things work the same way," I say and press my lips together, not to start laughing.

"You want to stay here, Jug? Then you two will get the talk," FP says to both of us.

Jug looks at me. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I say and kiss him. He gets up. Our parents laugh at us.

"Fine, you're getting it anyways. Sit," FP says.

Jug sits next to me and I take his hand into mine and explore the lines on his palm. He has beautiful hands and fingers.

"Betty," mom says. I smirk, "I'm listening," I say.

Jug kisses my hair and I look at him for a second and then back at his palm.

"Are you guys being safe?" my mom asks.

Jug is quiet. I should say something. "No one has attacked us so far," I say.

I feel Jug snickering next to me. I peek up at mom and FP, they're smirking and mom is looking at me with 'the look'.

I look back at Jug's palm and start drawing the patterns on it woth my finger. "What are you doing?" he chuckles.

"Exploring your hand," I say quietly.

He moves against me now and kisses my hair. I smile and keep doing that.

"Betty," FP says and I look ip at him, "He is not gonna say anything, so it has to be either you, or we're gonna sit here the whole night," he says

"But what if I asked you guys.. Are you being safe?" I ask.

"Luckily we're the parents here," mom says.

I sigh and look at her, "We've been dating for less than a month and I'm not planning on... Yeah, anytime soon," I say.

I look at Jug for a moment, to see if he's oksy with it, but he's just smiling, meaning that he's fine. I kiss his cheek.

"Not that I wouldn't want to do that," I mumble to myself, but our parents can't hear that. Jug sniggers.

"Okay. But when you start.. You have to be safe. Every single time," mom says.