falling for adelaide; rvd

chapter eight

after meeting in the hotel lobby, my mom decided to take us to a barbecue which ruel seemed pretty happy about. every time ruel would do the littlest most simplest thing, my mom would practically fall to her knees. she really liked guys like him for me. every time i would think about it i would just laugh.

we sat down at a booth, ruel sitting next to cameron and me staying on the edge while my parents stayed in front of us. my mom was so infatuated with ruel that all she wanted to do was ask him questions.

while cameron and i played thumb war, my mom decided to ask ruel if he had a girlfriend. my head perked up, "mom, would you stop with the questions?"

"i'm all open," he said, letting out a nervous laugh.

"you're making him uncomfortable," i told her. ruel looked over and shook his head.

"i'm not uncomfortable, adelaide."

my mom gawked at his use of words and looked over at my dad, "he even said her real name," she said, barely audible. i rolled my eyes and dropped my head into my hands.

the waitress came back, filling up our drinks again and telling us how our food would be right out. the table sat silently, sipping at our drinks every now and then.

"did you lose weight?" cameron asked my mom suddenly. she perked up and smiled cheekily.

"well, yes i did. 10 pounds down."

ruel gasped, "well, i think we should cheers to that, huh?" he held his glass up waiting for everybody around him to do as well. we clinked our glasses together and watched as our waitress came back with our food.

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i thought the only day i wouldn't be able to sleep was the day before the big performance. i expected to sleep like a baby tonight but, that didn't seem to go as planned.

i stayed still, trying not to move to wake the boy next to me. he had climbed into my bed after cameron fell asleep which i didn't mind since we did it 2 times before. only this time his arm was draped over my waist which might've been the reason i wasn't sleeping.

i was cold even though the fuzzy blanket ruel placed over us was trying to warm me up. the contrast in temperatures between us was like fire and ice. his hand had only been able to warm up my waist and it was soothing.

i grabbed the hem of the blanket and pulled it over my chest. i slid my hand under the covers and placed it on-top of his warm hand. i didn't know what i was doing but i felt like it was necessary.

my eyes widened from the sudden jolt of his hand moving. before i could move it away, he grabbed the tip of my finger and dragged my hand back onto his. i was surprised, looking over at him as his eyes were now open.

we didn't need to exchange any words to know what we were doing. he looked at me while his thumb caressed the top of my hand. it wasn't an awkward stare, it didn't make me feel uncomfortable as it would have several days ago.

the whole 3 days here, i noticed our chemistry even without knowing him very well. it was so sudden but it didn't bother me. it did maybe a few times but it took my today to realize that it shouldn't have.

i shifted my weight onto one side, now facing him. i took my hand away from him, tucking it under my face to rest it on. he placed his hand on my hip ever so gently, scared to even place it there.

"hi," he whispered.

i chuckled, "hi."

his hair laid on one side of his face until i stroked my hand through it, moving it out of the way. i smiled, tucking my hand back under my cheek. he slid his hand slowly upwards from my hip and back onto my waist.

every time i felt the slightest touch from a boy, i shivered. i felt myself get colder and colder as his hand grazed my skin, "you're a beautiful dancer, adelaide," he said almost too quietly. i shivered from his touch that was still lingering even though he put it under his own cheek.

"my mom likes you, i think," i said whispering back. he silently breathed out a laugh and his eyes sparkled when he looked back up to me.

"i noticed," he said, "mom's can't get enough of me."

i rolled my eyes, turning away from him. i wanted to say goodnight but i knew i wasn't going to be able to sleep. i didn't even want to, i wanted to stay up and talk to him before i had to leave by 9 in the morning. something about leaving australia made me really sad. i wasn't positive if it was because i was leaving the place my dream had come true or if it was because i wasn't going to be able to see ruel for a while.

i asked myself while staring at the wall, why would i be sad about leaving ruel? the answer still awaits. i was snapped out of my thoughts when his hand touched my side again, this time giving it a slight rub. he tugged back a bit trying to get me to turn back over. i was kind of thankful for him doing so, afraid that he might just fall asleep.

i turned back over to watch his sparkly eyes graze down at me, "it's 3 in the morning," he stated.

"i know," i had already looked at the time by the tv once i knew i couldn't sleep.

"can i ask you something?" he asked. i looked over at him and smiled gently. he sighed, "why is dancing your passion?" i relaxed into the bed, thankful it wasn't anything too intimidating or personal to answer.

"my mom put me into dance when i was 4 and i grew up to want it as a profession," i said. it was a pretty basic story. i wish i had something more interesting like watching someone perform and their eyes somehow shined right as they looked at me and it just sparked something inside me but there wasn't anything of the sort.

"is dancing hard?" he asked.

i nodded dramatically, "yes," i sighed, "all of the hard work really pays off though. now i have these beautiful dancer legs, i'm flexible, and i've been told i walk around like a 'delicate piece of cloth', whatever that means," i said, putting quotation marks around my words.

"you do kinda walk around like silk."

"is that a good thing?" i asked.

"of course it is," he furrowed his brows, "silk is the prettiest type of fabric in the world, in my opinion." i looked over at him giving him a cheeky smile.

"are you calling me pretty?" i asked, raising one eyebrow.

"yes," he bluntly responded. when he said yes, his hand moved back onto my waist. his thumb rubbed softly against my skin. we stayed silent next to each other, watching as we both got more tired by the second, "adelaide."

i thought he called for my name until he kept whispering my name. i furrowed my brows at him and chuckled, "why do you keep saying my name?"

"i like the sound of it," he looked up to the ceiling, "adelaide," he whispered again. his hand went lower landing right onto my hip just as it was a little before. i liked his hand there, i don't know why but i did. i hated liking his touch so much. you shouldn't like someones touch when it's a person you just met.

"adelaide?" he called out quietly, "you ever kissed an australian boy before?"