forum Romance Roleplay (Closed O/O)

Started March 02, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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"Y-Yeah… I dunno what to do, though. I'm just hoping your dad knows what to do…" Lucas held tighter to Melissa.

"Hopefully he does… I mean, he should, right?" Melissa stated softly, looking down at him. "There's no reason he shouldn't…"

"Yeah, I guess, but there's a good chance your dad hasn't been harassed by a woman like that before…"

Melissa nodded, letting out a weak sigh. Burying her face in his shoulder, she continued to rub circles into his back. “I’m sure he can figure out what to do, though.”

"Yeah… hopefully." Lucas huddled closer to Melissa, still seeming very stressed. "I-I have to work again tomorrow… hopefully she doesn't try anything…"

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t.” Melissa insisted, lacing her fingers with his. “I’ll drive you, to and from work. If she tries to come into the store, let your boss know she’s back. I’m sure they’ll gladly get her out if she’s not even going to buy any flowers.”

"Yeah… hopefully they'll be able to stop her." Lucas sighed softly and kissed Melissa. "I-I just… I don't know why she's decided to be so interested in me…"

“I dunno either… besides, of course, you being attractive.” Melissa shrugged, sinking lower into the couch next to him. “But I mean… it’s kinda out of the blue…”

"Y-Yeah, I guess…" Lucas flushed a bit and shrugged, huddling closer to Melissa. "But like, I never tried to lead her on or anything… I tried to make it very clear that I was taken and that I'm not interested in her. She seems like she's several years older than me, too. Probably in her 20s."

“She looks way older than you.” Melissa mumbled, holding his hand tightly. “You don’t have to justify yourself because of her actions. I really don’t think you’d actually like… like her.”

"Yeah… does it…" He paused for a moment. "Does it count as pedophilia? Since I'm a minor and she's a lot older than me?" He asked softly, seeming nervous.

Melissa looked down at him, still gently rubbing his shoulders. “I- I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know… most likely, yes. But I’m not really sure…” She admitted, starting to fidget with her hands.

Lucas fidgeted a bit as well, looking pretty uncomfortable. "This is just… really different than anything I've dealt with before. I'm not really sure what to do about it."

Melissa nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “Well, for now, I guess we don’t worry about it. We just try to forget about it, and figure out what to do later. You don’t need to stress about it right now.” She insisted, playing with a loose strand of her hair.

"Yeah…" Lucas fell quiet and curled up tighter, just trying to calm down and not think too much.

Melissa quietly started playing with his hair instead, unsure what to say from here. What was she supposed to say? Quietly she stared off across the room, completely distracted by her own thoughts.

"What time is it?" Lucas asked softly after a while. "We should probably have dinner soon…"

Melissa took a couple of seconds to respond, glancing down at him. “What..?” She asked softly, a clueless look on her face. “Oh- um… I dunno.” She mumbled, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “It’s almost five.”

"Alright… we should probably eat something soon, then…" Lucas sighed softly and huddled closer to Melissa.

Melissa nodded a little, gently starting to pull away from him. “I can go make food. Do you want to stay here?” She asked softly, fixing her hair once she was standing.

"Um… yeah, I guess. I can help you if you want me to, though…" Lucas said softly, looking up at Melissa when she got up.

“You don’t have to. It’s up to you, honestly.” Melissa shrugged, voice still soft. “You can of you want, but if you’d rather just sit here that’s fine.”

"Okay…" Lucas sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. "I might join you in a minute, then…"

“Take your time.” Melissa hummed, leaning down to kiss his forehead before walking off into the kitchen.

Lucas nodded a bit and wandered into the kitchen a few minutes later. "Have you decided on anything?" He asked softly.

Melissa was standing by the fridge, letting out a slight huff. "No… any ideas?" She asked softly, rifling through the fridge.

"Mm… pasta, maybe?" He suggested, shrugging a bit.

"Didn't I just make that the other day?" Melissa asked softly, glancing over at him. "Or… last night?"

"Well, we can make something else, I dunno. I'm not exactly the best cook in the world."

"Yeah… I guess I can make that. I have no better ideas." She mumbled, pulling the sauce jar out of the fridge. "Can you grab a pot?"