#unexpectedlayla

Rocco didn't even bother responding to her text until he'd made it to her house. ​TEXT TO LAYLA: I'm outside​. Honestly, Rocco didn't care if Layla didn't want to have this conversation, ​he​ wanted too and obviously they both needed to.

Layla honestly thought she was about to have a mini heart attack when she got Rocco's text, she'd gotten carried away, said way too much in her anger and now had no way to take those things back. Looking at herself in the mirror, she cringed. He couldn't have come over when she looked fantastic and wasn't wearing one of her dads oldest shirts as pyjamas? Especially since she'd acted like some crazy jealous psycho earlier. Sighing, she went downstairs, heading out into the yard as she crossed her arms over her chest. "What?" She stated in greeting, allowing herself to let the previous anger build, as that was way easier to deal with. "You couldn't text back like a normal person?"

Rocco "Well you know, I'm old. Texting his hard on my joints." He quipped back, because covering serious conversations in banter and humor was kind of their thing. Looking at her in this over sized t-shirt it reminded him of the night they'd spent together in the shed. Even though that had only been a couple of days ago, it felt like forever. Guess that's what happens when you don't talk about the random feelings you get after something like that. How was he suppose t start the conversation though? Why had he done this to himself? He's so shit at real talk, but maybe just blunt honesty was the easiest way to go. Rip off the band aid as it were. "I didn't reject you that night because I wasn't interested. I said no because you weren't in a good place for that. If you hadn't been upset or whatever, it would have been different."

Layla rolled her eyes, fighting a smile at his quip. She was still angry...obviously, but she could appreciate a good joke. "You should really see someone about that, get your prescription changed." She inwardly cringed when he started talking about that night, shifting awkwardly as she stood because honestly, talking about it via text was fine, but she was struggling to pretend like that hadn't made her feel some kind of way. "It's fine Rocco. I don't need your pity explanations." She bit out, refusing to meet his eyes as she spoke. "I'm not upset about it. I'm fine. I have a Brooks."

Rocco was officially frustrated. Was this one of those times when a chick says one thing and means another? Was Layla likely to do that? From what he knew about her, which was a staggering amount, if he were honest, it ​wasn't​ something she would do, but at the same time, she was definitely not telling him something. He'd saying lying, but she had him trained to look at omissions and lies as separate things. Rubbing his hands over his face in pure exasperation, he just looked at her, "Then why are you acting like you're jealous when I spend time with some other chick?"

Layla glared at him when he ran his hands over his face, raising her eyebrows as she looked at him. "Am I boring you Rocco? Because you decided to come over here. I didn't ask you to." She didn't know why she was being so awful, or she did but it was all way too much to think about. She'd been fine with being friends with him, she'd been more than okay with that. Being friends with Rocco was great. But then the storm happened, and he had helped her look for Wyatt with no questions asked, he'd made her feel safe, he'd stayed there with her all night and granted he hadn't had much choice in that one. But it'd been nice, it felt nice and she wasn't quite sure what to do about this anymore. "I don't know." She murmured eventually, hugging her chest a little tighter. "I don't know why I was jealous. It's embarrassing and I am not someone who feels like this and it isn't reciprocated. I have millions of people who want to sleep with me. Literally, millions. But they__that's not the same thing." She paused. "I don't know. But you can do better than Christine."

Rocco listened as she responded and yeah alright, it had taken him a few moments to process everything, because it was a lot to sift through, plus it was Layla so he cared. A lot about everything she said. Even if it didn't always seem like it, and while he wasn't the one with an eidetic memory, he was pretty sure he could recite most things she'd said to him. It wasn't something he'd thought about because she was sixteen, and an Anderson-Smythe and he didn't want to be the pauper to her princess, but now he was thinking about it. Couldn't stop thinking about it and that damn storm was to blame. It really had just been a work out for him with Christine, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't see it going somewhere else with a few more... work outs. But if Layla didn't like it, he couldn't do it because at the end of the day she mattered more. "I don't like Brooks. Not even for shit that makes sense-- I don't like that you're with him." It was the first time he'd admitted that, out loud or otherwise and he was fucking terrified.

Layla froze when he spoke, looking up at him with wide eyes because she hadn't been expecting that. Sometimes, she worried that Rocco didn't see her as a girl at all. Or at least, more like an annoying sister like figure which she definitely didn't want to be thank you very much. "I'm not. With him, I mean...we're not official, I don't__" She didn't know what she was saying, or what she was supposed to say, because this hadn't been a situation she'd never expected to find herself in. "I'm wearing pyjamas..." She blurted suddenly, gesturing down at herself, in nothing but a shirt. She wasn't even sure she was wearing a bra to be honest. She was not dressed for any type of declaration event, not that this was that, she wasn't sure. "I don't know what you want Rocco...you date girls and you don't even /like/ them. They're boring and you date them for the sake of dating them. They don't even laugh at you, or know when you're feeling weird or awkward, or when you're avoiding a conversation. I don't understand you sometimes...or why you settle."

Rocco felt an odd sense of relief wash over him at knowing her and Brooks weren't really anything. I mean Brooks would probably say different or want to say different, but Layla didn't see them as anything, and quite frankly that's what mattered to him. Laughing a bit at her out burst he nodded, "You look good, Tink, but if you wanna change, I'll wait." There was a lot more weight on that ​I'll wait​ than he'd been expecting, and he felt fucking crazy right now, because he'd been determined to just ignore how he felt about her until the feeling just disappeared. Should have known that wasn't going to be an option. Even though he was young, he wanted to find someone to love, and who loved him. Maybe him dating around was just his way of trying to find that, trying to find a family where he no longer had one. "I'm not trying to settle and I mean I like them enough-- I'm just trying to find something to hold on to... I guess." At this moment in time he'd honestly forgotten all the other shit he'd wanted to tell her, about him, about his mom, his-- Jesse, New York, all of it. Right now, all he could think was, ​ God dammit, I caught feelings for a freaking American Princess.​

Layla shook her head when he told her she looked good, rolling her eyes in his direction. "Just because you decided to notice I exist now doesn't mean you need to suck up old guy, I've already made it pretty clear you can have the whole sex thing if you want it." She half joked, despite the seriousness of this conversation and the situation in general. She wasn't sure if it was a good thing that she was still teasing him after the admissions, or worried that she was deferring to sex to avoid serious conversations or feelings. She loved her dad, more than anything, but she didn't want to make the mistakes he'd made as a teenager. Although, she figured she was already going that way. "Are you going to kiss me? Because, you're taking forever and it's cold."

Rocco pinched the bridge of his nose, because my God she was some kind of bossy, but he did really want to kiss her. What did that say about him? Nothing he didn't already know. Moving closer to her, he took her hands and placed them on his hips and he cupped her face with both of his hands and he smiled. "I want more than the whole sex thing, with you." Craning his neck so his forehead touched hers, he moved just that much closer to her before closing the gap between them. Wanting to take it slow, not because he didn't think she could handle fast, but because she deserve slow and calculated, she deserved his A game, so he gave it to her. Caressing her cheek his his thumb, leading the kiss because she could be bossy all she wanted, he was into it, but damn if she wasn't going to follow he wasn't going to Dom the fuck up for this moment.

Layla forgot to breathe for a second when his hands cupped her face, glancing down at her own hands on his hips. She didn't remember him moving them there, her brain was going a thousand miles a minute and she couldn't quite keep up. In any other situation, she'd complain about him telling her what to do with her hands, she was capable thank you very much. But she kind of liked that he didn't always let her control everything, it was nice to trust someone enough to do it. "Wait, what do you mean you want more than the whole sex thing. You need to explain you__" She was cut off by his lips on hers, and she forgot what she'd been trying to say, or complain about because Rocco was kissing her and she was kissing him back. She was kissing Rocco and it was everything she hadn't even known she wanted, everything that seemed to be missing from__no she wasn't thinking about that. Instead, she pressed closer, kissing him with the desperate edge that seemed to appear with all her realisations.

Rocco couldn't help but smile into the kiss because all he could think about was how right it felt. Like it was the kind of right he'd been looking for. Now, he didn't know the future or anything but this kiss felt different from any other one he'd had. Maybe his mom had been right, maybe the best relationships were those that started from a solid friendship foundation. There was no awkwardness, they just fit, and considering how awkward he'd felt in this town since he'd gotten there, he also felt such a relief. It was like he'd finally found a sense of comfort and calm since his mom had gotten sick. Not wanting to do too much too fast, especially with so much crap they had to figure out and so many things he needed to say to her, he broke the kiss, but rested his forehead on hers. "Well, alright then. Really glad I did that, definitely no regrets from me." He commented with a smile, looking up he noticed a figure in the window. It was Wyatt. ​Fuuuuuck.​ And he was ripping a photo of him. ​Where there hell did he even get that picture? Had he just printed that off from his instagram, holy shit.​ Seeing the blinds on the window closed, moments later he felt his phone vibrate. "Your brother's gonna kill me and you gotta talk to Brooks, that dude is some kind of into you. I don't blame him, but I'm not gonna 'compete' with him, so he's gotta go." He said still holding her face, because this was face holding serious.

Layla chased the kiss for a second when he pulled away, pressing her lips lightly against his, quick and chaste before she grinned. "Really glad I /made/ you do that you mean?" She teased, the smile she gave him giving her away. She couldn't hide the relief that he wasn't going to regret it, that he didn't kiss her and immediately think 'nah, not for me'. Because it meant something to her, in all her lack of experience with dating, or emotions in general, she felt something. It felt real and tangible, not something she was doing just for the sake of it, just to go through the motions. She froze however, when he mentioned Brooks. She didn't know what to do about that, or how to deal with it. "Um...yeah, talk. Sure." She mumbled, winding her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his once more. Half to distract, but mostly because she wanted to. Distracting him from that subject was just an added bonus.

Rocco "I'm--" he started but was cut off by her lips on his again and naturally he forgot what he was going to say. I mean, they could deal with all that shit later, right now he was going to enjoy that Wyatt was no longer at the window, her dad's were no where to be found and Brooks wasn't even a blip on his radar. wrapping his arms around her waist, he fought the urge to pick her up, because they were still technically in public and while her dads and Wyatt weren't around at that very second, they could be. Seriously the Andersmythe's were some kind of skilled at keeping you on your toes. You just never knew what they were going to do next and he was kind of here for it. Suddenly his phone was blowing up, and whoever it was refused to be ignored. Pulling away from the kiss... again, he pulled his phone out. "The fuck?" He scrolled through the texts they were all from Wyatt. It was a picture of his face and with every photo there was a new dart on it. The captions read; ​one dart, two dart, three dart​ then the last one had a knife and simply read; ​Dead.​ Showing Layla the phone, he looked at the windows, trying to find him. "Where is he even getting these pics though?"

Layla smiled against his lips, she could feel the second he gave in. She knew the subject wasn't going to be dropped forever, but for the moment she had her way and she got to kiss Rocco some more as an added bonus. She shivered slightly at the arms around her waist, pressing impossibly closer. He could lift her if he wanted to, easily. There was something about that, about how strong he was and not just physically, that made her feel safe in a way she didn't with many people. He was strong enough that he didn't bend to her will at all times, he gave as good as he got and she was able to respect him for that. She let her arms drop as he pulled away, resisting the urge to give him the eyes or the pout, because she felt he wasn't quite ready for that just yet. "Oh..." She murmured softly as she saw the phone, shooting a warning glance up to the window. "We can get anything...hackers remember? He's probably in your icloud, that ones easy to get into." She shrugged. "I should...go inside, I need to speak to Wyatt obviously and__and you...I guess I'll see you at school?"

Rocco put his phone away but stayed close to Layla because he was that dude, alright. When he was into someone he liked being near them, so sue him. It's why he was probably going to push the Brooks thing more than Layla would want, because he was shit at being discreet, and it was a small town. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if this shit was already on the Gossip Blog. Being brought back by the mention of the twins on his iCloud he had to think for a minute... ​nah I deleted those... I think. Shit.​ "Good thing I don't keep the dick pics on my cloud then, huh?" He said jokingly, although he was really only about 79% sure he'd completely gotten rid of those. "Yeah, I mean you got me kinda hooked on this snapchat thing, so you might get one of me on fire if they've still got that one." He rambled, because he didn't really want to leave yet, but it was probably for the best. Wyatt was probably 12 seconds from throwing a dart at his actual face.