forum Romance Roleplay (Closed O/O)

Started March 02, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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“It is kinda early, but you need it. So it’s probably a good idea you do go to bed.” Melissa hummed as she nuzzled up against him.

"Okay… I can just sleep here on the couch if that's okay with you." He sighed and stretched a bit.

“I don’t really care, Lu. Wherever you’re happy. I’ll just have to be quiet.” Melissa hummed softly, kissing his forehead. “I’m not going to bed quite yet.”

"Makes sense… you're probably not tired yet, are you…?" Lucas looked up at Melissa tiredly.

Melissa shook her head a little, continuing to play with his hair some. “Not really. I’ll sit here until you fall asleep, though. I’ve got some homework I need to finish up.”

"Mmkay…" Lucas closed his eyes again and relaxed into Melissa's touch, managing to drift off to sleep after a while.

Melissa waited for a bit before shutting the tv off and getting up. Quietly she headed to the table to finish up any of her work she had left, managing to get it done after an hour or so. Heading upstairs, she hung out until her room until late that night, eventually heading to bed for the night.
When morning came, Melissa was still sound asleep in her bed.

Lucas had awoken early in the morning and started pacing the house, feverishly cleaning up anything out of place. He had a rash blooming on his neck from the stress, and he seemed to be very flustered. By the time Melissa came down, he'd started baking cookies from an old box he found to keep himself occupied.

Melissa was groggy as she stumbled down the stairs, blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she walked into the kitchen. Stopping in her tracts when she saw Lucas, taken off guard by his state. “Lu?” She called out in a groggy and gravely voice. “What are you doing?”

"U-Um…" Lucas glanced around at the mess he was currently trying to clean up from his struggling to bake. "Making cookies…? I-I found a recipe online and I really can't keep still right now, so I've kept myself busy for…" He looked down at his phone, "…a few hours."

"A few hours?" Melissa mumbled in confusion, making her way over to him. "When did you get up? Why didn't you come to wake me up?" She asked softly, pulling her hair back so she could offer to help him clean up.

"Um… I-I'm not sure… like 5 am, maybe?" Lucas sighed shakily and kept hurrying around to clean things up. He had a bit of the batter on his cheek, but didn't seem to notice. "Couldn't sleep any longer than that."

Melissa gave him a concerned look, taking his arms and pulling him to a stop. "Lu, slow down for a minute." She started gently, reaching up to wipe the batter off of his face. "What's got you in so much of a rush? What's bugging you?"

Lucas looked down at Melissa, his eyes a bit wide. The rash had spread more up his neck already, and his arms trembled in Melissa's grasp. "Just… just stress, I guess. I-I've been thinking a lot about my dad and I don't wanna think about it so I'm trying to keep myself distracted."

“There’s other ways to distract yourself- you… you don’t have to run around like this.” Melissa mumbled, holding onto him still. She gave him a worried look, taking his hands. “You’re stressing yourself out by trying to be distracted. I- I don’t want to come off as blunt, but have you seen yourself? You- you really don’t look good.”

"I just… I-I can't keep still. I'd rather be doing something productive right now." Lucas shifted uncomfortably, obviously not liking being kept still for the moment.

Melissa let out a weak sigh, slowly letting him go. “But you’re pushing yourself… you’re gonna get hurt because of it babe…” She mumbled still, stepping up to the sink so she could assist him in washing dishes. “You probably need to get ready, because you’ve got a therapist appointment today, I’m pretty sure. Why don’t you do that, while I finish cleaning up?”

"But I… I can't make you clean up my mess…" Lucas sighed shakily and continued trying to help Melissa clean everything up. "When's the appointment? Am I going to the prison today or am I waiting until tomorrow?"

“You’re not making me do anything. I want to do it.” Melissa hummed, gently pushing his hands away. “You have an appointment later this afternoon, I think around two. About your dad, I dunno. I haven’t talked to mine since last night. I came down here because I was going to make myself some tea… I still need to do that. My throat is bugging me…” She mumbled the last bit to herself, glancing up at him.

Lucas whined softly when Melissa pushed him away and started flitting anxiously around her. "What's wrong with your throat?" He asked. "Did something happen? Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Melissa glanced over to him, letting out a weak a rough sigh. "I think it's just from being out in the cold yesterday. And then I got hot and slept with a window cracked open last night." She mumbled, turning back to the sink. "It's just kinda sore. I'm sure I'll be fine after something to drink."

Lucas sighed and kept close to Melissa, obviously still nervous. "It's all my fault… I-I shouldn't have kept you out in the clearing so long when it was so cold outside. I'm… I'm sorry, Mel."

Melissa looked up at Lucas, shaking her head some. "Lu, I slept with my window open. I wanted to go to the clearing. And I didn't want to leave. That's not your fault." She insisted, drying off her hands before pulling a mug from the cabinet. "You literally had almost nothing to do with this."

Lucas didn't seem convinced, still following Melissa closely. "B-But I… I just… I-I dunno, Mel. I feel like it's my fault."

"But it's not," Melissa mumbled, setting her mug on the counter to fill it up with hot water. "It's my own fault, honey. Not yours."

Lucas whined softly in protest. "But Mel…" He moved a bit closer, fidgeting nervously with his hands.

"But nothing, because it isn't your fault." Melissa hummed, glancing over to him with a soft sigh. "It's my own fault. And I'll be fine."

Lucas hesitated for several seconds before reluctantly nodding. "I-I… I guess you're right… I'm sorry…"

Melissa gave him a weak smile, reaching out to hold his hand again. "It's okay, you don't need to worry about it."

"I gotta worry about everything…" Lucas laced his fingers with Melissa's and buried his face in her shoulder. "Everything's stressing me out right now… I should probably take my meds."