Dysfunctional (Sequel to Soft Whispers)

Greetings

"My parents want to meet you" Chresanto said right when he walked into the house. "They want to meet you and I don't want them to, but I told them I'd ask". 

I uncrossed my legs, I was sitting comfortably on the couch. 

"Would you like to meet my parents?" He asked slowly, "please say no".

I picked up my whiteboard:

Why don't you want me to meet your parents?

"Because they're very, very, opinionated, Bria".

Okay?

I didn't get what he was telling me exactly. 

"I'm afraid that if they see your cuts and scars, they'll say something about them".

Oh.

I get it now.

Oh.

"Yeah".

Well then I guess no.

"Oh, thank, God".

He came over and sat next to me. He sighed deeply before looking at me. "How was your day?"

Good, yours?

"Mine was okay".

Why just okay?

"Because I had to wait aaaalllll day to see you" he groaned, making the word 'all' really long. "It was horrible".

I giggled.

Well you're with me now.

"Mhm" he hummed. 

Does that make you happy?

"It does". 

Well good.

He nodded and messed with his hands as he sat next to me. I looked at him, he looked at me from the corner of his eye. I raised my eyebrows and waited for him to do something. He smiled a bit and looked away from me. I continued to look at him and wait, I knew he was bound to do something. He was being too quiet. 

I looked down at my whiteboard. 

Chresanto, what're th-

I felt his fingers underneath my chin and he made me look at him. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me, "it's been a while, I think.... Since I've felt my lips against yours" he murmured. I closed my eyes and pulled him closer to me. 

I think it has been a while. 

The last time he kissed me was when? Three days ago? Or was it more?

He carefully brought me onto his lap. I cupped his face in my hands and rubbed my right thumb across his soft skin. I pressed my forehead against his when the kiss had come to an end. He looked at me and smiled a little, he pecked my lips.

I abruptly heard the front door open, I turned my head and saw my parents walking into the house. They're home early?

I slid off Chresanto's lap and sat next to him.

"Oh, hello" my mother greeted when she saw Chresanto.

Oh great.

Just great.

"Hi" he replied.

"You must be..." My dad said slowly.

"Chresanto".