Trouble

Ch 44: That Romeo and Juliet Shit

Vega POV: 

Wulf's skin against mine was the first think I noticed when I woke.

"morning."

He hummed.

Weird. 

No comments?

I wiggled against him.

hm no morning woody.

is he sick?

"Wulf?"

"Hm?"

"Are you feeling okay?"

He was quiet for a long moment. "To be honest I'm bored. This is growing tiresome."

My heart dropped.

Bored? of me?

I should be happy, I mean he won't be my practical shadow anymore. 

He won't be there with his irritating smirks and his ever present sex drive.

Or his tattoo pens and sakura or chocolate ice creams for my PMS problems.

Or with that irritating pout and sly smile.

"You're bored of this?"

He shrugged, his fingers skimming my bare arm, "I want to make a splash I guess. I'm getting bored of the bedroom."

I didn't even think before blurting my next words, "Then remodel it or fucking move to that stupid yacht. Staterooms and bedrooms are different remember?"

He chuckled, "not exactly what I meant."

I frowned, "huh?"

He buried his face in my neck, "you still have that pesky thing for commitment?"

My brows  furrowed, "uh yeah? Is that whats bothering you?"

"No...no. Lets go on a date."

I choked on air.

I literally couldn't breath because I choked on air. "What?!"

"You, me, dinner and maybe a movie. A date, I'll even be nice and take you home while you're still wearing panties." 

Was Beowulf Night seriously asking me out?

should I say yes?

he is sexy.

And smart.

And fun.

I bit my lip, yeah Vega and he threw a psychotic tantrum when you made out with another guy when you weren't even dating. What if one date turned into another and then another before eventually a relationship? What would he do then?

Not to mention the bad blood between our families.

but he held me as I cried over my mothers grave and does these little things I know are to make me smile.

"Still waiting for a date and time Hawaii."

I let out a breathy laugh, "you don't even know if I'm going to say yes."

"of course you are. An adrenaline junky like you would kill for some of that Romeo and Juliet shit."

I snorted, "Romeo and Juliet is the worst romance story in history.She was thirteen and they knew one another for five days, fell in love on day one and killed themselves on day five because they were too stupid and horny to figure out a better solution. I don't want that. If you want to commit suicide be my guest but your going it alone."

He laughed, "You are the first girl I have ever met to mention that when hearing the names Romeo and Juliet. Its sexy how obvious your hate for one of the great tragic romances in history is."

I rolled my eyes, "point is its a story of stupidity and libido not romance."

"Ether way lets play the forbidden romance card."

"No."

Well. He looked astonished, "no?"

"You heard me, I'm not playing the forbidden romance card, been there don't that it sucks."

His brows furrowed, "you have?"

"yes."

"When and with who?"

Ah no, not telling I know that look in his eyes, the devil in the eyes of angel face. "none of your business Wulf."

He frowned, his brows creasing in a slight pout, "fine."

"But. Dinner sounds nice."

His grip tightened on my body, "told you, you would say yes."

I ignored him, "Where are we going?"

"Well you're not a fancy french food kind of girl so I was thinking sushi or nachos."

"Nachos. When given the option it will always be nachos."

He laughed a bit, "alright."

We went quiet and as I lie there in the silence I couldn't bring myself to regret this yes like I have with every other one involving Wulf.

I was excited. 

happy even.

I wanted to cuddle into him and kiss every inch of his skin for some ungodly reason. I wanted to look pretty and even try to eat my nachos like a normal human being. 

Shit I think I even wanted to hold his hand. 

What the fuck was happening? Wulf, 'Mr fuck and go' is asking me out.

I 'Ms hate your guts' said yes and am happy about it.

I wasn't even this happy to see my therapist. 

"Maybe we'll go to that ice cream shop the kindergarten would take us all to as kids."

I nearly awed. "I remember that place, and oddly enough I sort of remember little you."

"I remember when Bobby Franks pulled your hair on the playground and you screamed 'my daddy's a cop, thats assault' in front of the whole kindergarten before shoving him off the play set."

Oh my god. I buried my face in my hands. 

He laughed, pulling them away from my redder face, "best moment ever as a child, you sprained his wrist."

"shut up Wulf."

He grinned, "no way. I have an excellent memory and dad always told me to stay away from you so naturally I was curious."

"My daddy told me the same."

"of course he did."

"Mom used to scold him for that."

He looked surprised, "really?"

I smiled sadly, "yeah, she did. I never understood why at the time."

He hummed, "neither did I. We were kids."

"Not anymore."

He smirked, "nope. Now I'm the one pulling your hair."

I smacked his chest trying not to laugh, "Beowulf Night behave yourself!"

"Why? you like naughty boys." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I lost it to my laughter, "go drink some arsenic Romeo."

"Hey, I'm not stupid. I'm making sure you're dead first Juliet. fucking moron would have gotten laid if he had waited a good hour."

I laughed harder.