Romeo And Juliet Roller Coaster
Author: C.C Phoenixx

Chapter 3
Slow Kisses Are Better

"Just tie it up like this..." I said, voice trailing off as I stood on my tip toes and tied the legs of the stockings into a neat, big bow on the top of Hayden's head.

"Does it look stupid?" he wondered, unable to see what I'd done to his dress-up outfit.

Holding back giggles, I said, "Nope...not at all!"

Hayden looked suspiciously at me before saying. "Okay, whatever. Now, what are we going to do for the next twenty minutes?"

I was about to answer when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. "Uhm, can you go to the Dunkin in here and get me an ice coffee with extra milk and sugar, double cupped, extra ice? Pwease?" I asked, looking at Hayden with pitiful puppy dog eyes.

With a sigh, he murmured, "Fine, but you owe me five bucks."

"Yeah, yeah, sure," I muttered, then called, "Thanks!" after him before I pulled out my phone, flipped my hood up over my hat and hair, and read the text message.

@ Gate 6 whre r yew? ~Jude

Biting my bottom lip my fingers shot across the keyboard of my Gravity and sent I'll b there in 5secs. <3Bam<3

K was the only thing he sent back.

I glanced towards the direction Hayden had left in, saw the back of his G-Force t-shirt and bolted in the opposite direction towards the terminal.

Nearly knocking over six and a half people (one person in a wheel chair, oopsies) I finally got there. I stopped near a row of plastic seats where people were camping out and looked for a white-blond head...

I didn't see him.

Suddenly, arms locked around my waist, I was lifted off the ground and spun around. I closed my eyes and squealed quietly until he put me down.

Giggling I turned around, eyes squished closed, and leaned against Jude, not even having to open my eyes to know it was him—I could tell just by his arms.

I buried my hand-covered face in his chest, a seemingly permanent smile planted on my lips as his arms came around my waist and he pulled me against him.

"'Ey, Bammie," Jude said, a smile evident in his tone.

"Jude-ie," I said and uncovered my face to look up at him. Then, on tip-toes, I kissed him gently on the lips, coming away with my teeth sunk flirtatiously into my bottom lip.

"You know, Bam, you're practically glowing," he noted, his orangey eyes flashing at my happiness.

"Guess that happens when I'm, like, so happy," I murmured, taking his hands and squeezing.

"Are you happy because your mom and her boyfriend's coming?" he wondered, brows knitted together.

Well there goes my radiance. "Nah, they'll probably suck the fun outta things," I muttered, then looked up at him again from underneath my lashes. "Guess again."

"Uhm...are you happy because Hayden's got your ice coffee?"

"Kinda, but it's not that...C'mon, Jude, you're a better guesser than that," I said, whacking him playfully on the shoulder.

"Are you happy because you can see my exceedingly god-like face?" he asked cockily.

I quirked my lips and raised a brow at him. "Well, I wouldn't put it that way," I said with attitude. Yes I would, I thought guiltily to myself.

Jude laughed and guided my over to one of the empty seats, sat me down on his lap, and moved my legs so they were resting on the empty chair next to ours. I leaned my head against his shoulder, my legs bent with his arm draped over my knees.

"Why are you still wearing shorts, Bammie?" Jude asked, looking at my legs with drawn-together brows.

"Because I was lazy and didn't feel like changing my pants," I admitted, lips brushing his neck as I spoke, drawing in shallow breaths so I could savor his scent more.

He chuckled slightly and whispered at my ear, "That tickles, Bam."

"What tickles?" I asked, playing dumb, my face blushing slightly under my tanned skin.

"You smelling me, but if you'd like to continue, go right ahead," he murmured and I could see the smirk on his lips.

Jude reached up and pulled down my hood so he could whisper in my ear, "Bam, I have to tell you something."

I used my free hand to bring his head down to my level and I said at his ear, "And what would that be, Jude-ie?"

"You're beautiful."

I just smiled at him and kissed his chin because that's as far as my mouth could reach from the way I was sitting.

"And you're perfect," I admitted.

Jude sighed and looked directly at me as he said, "Don't expect perfection from me, Bam. Because I'm far from it."

I shook my head and responded quietly with, "Jude, in my eyes, you're perfect."

"Uh-huh," he said sarcastically, his tone slightly sour. "And what about my addiction?"

"It makes you who you are," I murmured.

"And the fact that I'm practically a certified man-whore?"

"That's who Jude is, I guess," I said.

"But I don't want to be that," he ground out through his teeth.

I watched him, tilting my head back slightly on his shoulder to see the smooth skin of his jaw tense as a muscle flexed.

Sighing, I took his hand that rested at the back of my thigh and began playing with his fingers as I asked, "Why the sudden change?"

Jude looked straight at me and said, "I don't want you to look at me like I'm a guy who'd do anything for a hot body and sex, Bam. I want you to look at me like I'm a person you'd want to be with and wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen with."

"Jude," I said, my voice hard. "Look at me."

He did, his orange eyes boring into my green ones.

"I love you," I said simply. "Who you are, is who I love. I don't want you to change, because you think it'll make me happy. I want you to be who you really are in front of me, like you've always been. I want my Jude-ie who plays with my hair, and fights with me, flirts with me, tells me secrets and won't tell mine. I want the Jude who'll tackle me to the ground and let me punch him as he laughs at how weak I am. I want the Jude who calls me up and asks for a ride back home when he's stoned, the Jude who trusts me.

"Jude, I'm in love with the real you...don't let me lose that like I lost my Dad, and I lost my mom's love, and now like Blue, because he's drifting away from me now," I pleaded, my voice growing quiet as I tried to hold back tears.

Jude's fingers came up to stroke my cheek and he gently laid my face down in the crook of his neck as he softly whispered, "I love you, too, Bam."

I smirked and kissed his neck right as a voice said over the intercom, "Flight 43 has landed. Passengers will be exiting through terminal 6."

"BAM!" someone called and I looked up and over Jude's shoulder to where Hayden was walking towards us, my ice coffee in his hand. "Here," he panted, holding it out to me.

I straightened myself out on Jude's lap and took the coffee from him. "Thanks, Hayden-Bear,
 I murmured and smiled at him.

"You're welcome. And thank you for abandoning me to come see Jude," he huffed.

I gave him a lopsided smirk as I lied and said, "I thought you were right behind me."

"Right," he grunted and sat down on the seat next to us. "So they should be coming through that gate anytime now?"

"Yup," I muttered.

Jude rested his chin on my shoulder, kissed the line of my jaw, and said, "Don't worry, Bammie, you've got us."

"Thanks," I whispered back, squeezing his hand that he'd slipped into mine.

He just turned my head and kissed me softly on the lips. This kiss was different. It was slow and gentle and not as hungry as his other kisses. It told me that he truly did love me and the fact that he breathed "love you" into my mouth as he met his tongue to mine, was bonus. I figured out quickly that I liked slow kisses more than his erotic fast ones.

"Bam," Hayden coughed.

I was too busy to really pay attention to him.

"Uhm, Bam," Hayden said again.

I gave him a little groan.

"BAM!" he shouted.

Pulling away from Jude's lovely mouth, I demanded, "What?"

"There they are," he pointed to a small, delicate-looking woman with long black hair held up in a clip, olivey skin, big, almond-shaped green eyes, and her arm wrapped around a tall, Italian man with slightly bronzed skin, striking blue eyes, and wearing a pair of jeans and a white button-down shirt.

"Who's that?" Jude demanded and I could hear his defenses going straight up, putting up his walls he used around strangers.

"Who?" I asked, too focused on the couple to notice much of anything.

"That guy following behind them," Hayden filled in.

My eyes glided over to a lanky boy who looked like Mom's beau, but with long, onyx hair that hung in his eyes and a casual, quiet look on his viable part of his face. He wore a pair of teal skinny jeans and a yellow shirt with a spray painted toxic symbol on the front.

Standing up, my hand leaving Jude's, I forced my vocal cords to work as I shouted out, "Mom!"


 

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