Drabble: 8
POV: Third Person
Adrian watched the scene unfolding before his eyes with a feeling of anticipation.
Rose and Belikov were walking together with a little kid who looked very much like the Russian. Seeing Rose and her boyfriend still hurt, but for some unexplainable reason, he couldn't look away.
His patience was thoroughly rewarded when mega-Douchebag Jesse Zeklos, approached Rose. Belikov and the kid had walked away towards an ice cream cart, and Zeklos, seeing Rose alone decided to pounce. Adrian couldn't clearly hear what the jackass was saying, but if Rose's aura was any indication, he was hurting and angering her beyond words. And the jackass was so absorbed in degrading Rose that he did not notice the little kid running towards them, an ice cream clutched in each hand.
By then, a crowd had gathered around Jesse and Rose, watching the drama and Adrian sneaked into the back of the crowd. Jesse wore a viciously satisfied look on his face while Rose's face was expressionless. Jesse called Rose a bloodwhore the exact moment the little kid broke through the crowd. Before he could say anything else, the little kid walked up to him and kicked him in the 'golden spot'. Jesse's face crumpled as he sank to the ground. Not sparing him a glance, the kid walked up to Rose and handed her an ice cream. And then, taking her hand, led her away to where Belikov was standing, looking curiously at the crowd. He tried to ask what happened, but Rose shook her head, laughing silently, and kissed the kid on his head. Adrian walked away, laughing to himself.
The next time Adrian met the kid-Paul, Belikov's nephew- was five years later. Adrian took Paul to the ice-cream parlor on Court and treated him to the best ice-cream that the place had to offer. And had the satisfaction of watching Jesse rush out of the parlor the moment he spotted Paul.
Please RxR!