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Once I was driven home by Lucas changed into some spare clothes Lucas had that were way too big for me and my mother was thanking him profusely for taking care of me. She even let him stay over as she cooked up some cookies as an "appreciation" sign or whatever. I honestly didn't mind Lucas as much after the incident with the thunderstorm happened, mostly because he basically was the one to save my life.
It was honestly very weird to think about. The person I hate, or hated, was the person to save my buttocks from my possible doom. Yikes, you don't see that happen everyday.
"Thank you, Ms. Anderson. I appreciate you taking your time out of your day to do this," Lucas thanked you, a small smirk on his face as if to tell me 'I'm such a charming boy' even though I beg to differ.
My mom's back was turned to us as she baked the cookies. We were sitting on the stools that were for the counter. "No problem, dear! Thank you for taking care of my daughter," my mom answered and turned around, giving us a wink.
I furrowed my eyebrows at her and rolled my eyes after realizing what she had meant. She was secretly suggesting us to get together and I wasn't up for that. That, my friend, is called a stupid decision!
I took my phone out and opened Spotify, tapping my chin on what to play. I could either play 5 Seconds of Summer, twenty øne piløts, Panic! at the Disco, Coldplay, or any generic pop music that was trending.
I picked 5 Seconds of Summer, mainly because my mom favored them a lot and because I was really in the mood for the Australian band. She was thirty-five, so not too old, and had me at the age of eighteen. I guess you could say that she fell in love but then that all had to end after her boyfriend found out she was pregnant with me. Oh well, his loss that he didn't want to meet me. I'm pretty cool if I do say so myself.
Catch Fire was playing now because who doesn't like Catch Fire? Possibly an insane person, but even then they would probably like it! An amused look was etched on Lucas's face as I horribly screamed the lyrics to the song. I got up from my seat and danced, the music filling the air along with the smell of chocolate chip cookies. I sneezed lightly before screaming the lyrics again.
I'm definitely sick, but who cares? Not me, that's who! Oh my gosh, what if somebody named their child 'Not Me' and then I somehow meet that child and that child is going to care about my cold? I shuddered at the thought, mostly because it was weird to think about, but partially because it could actually happen. Doubtfully, but it was still possible.
"Sing with me!" I urged Lucas and nudged his shoulder.
"I have no idea who this band is, sorry," he replied with a small chuckle, making me roll my eyes.
"The chorus is almost here. It's played before, so get your butt up and sing like you're about to win a basketball game or something!" I said hurriedly, not wanting to miss the chorus.
I smirked once the chorus started playing. I was going to make him sing whether he felt mortified or not. This was very much so mandatory and he wasn't about to escape from it.
I started to scream the lyrics, pulling Lucas to the floor. He was definitely amused considering the huge grin on his face. It was kind of like a "oh-my-gosh-this-is-such-a-stupid-idea" grin, if that even existed. Nevertheless, he started to somewhat scream the chorus as well, messing up on a lot of the words.
"WHEN I CATCH FIRE! AND WATCH OVER YOU LIKE THE SUN!" I screamed, amused at the fact that Lucas was completely bombing the lyrics.
It was alright thoughâ after all, he didn't really know the song. At least he got some of the lyrics right.
Soon, the song was over and the three of us were laughing our heads off. The cookies were in the oven now and we waited as another song played in the background. We were all talking and joking around with each other. Even if my mom was only thirty-five, she embarrassed me by telling stories of when I was younger. Like, lady, you are not my grandmother, thank you very much!
She told Lucas one of my most embarrassing moments. When I was eight, I had pooped myself on Christmas day. The fact that I was wearing a skirt and fell to the snowy ground and pooped made it worse. The snow was so brown, it was gross. When she shared the terrible memory, I couldn't help but huff in irritation. I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at her and she just ruffled my hair. How rude.
My mood lightened once I heard the beeping sound coming from the oven. The cookies were finally done and Lucas could go home soon. Yay, it was like killing two birds with one stone. Fun, fun.
"We have to wait for them to cool down,"my mom said, then continued after seeing my pouty look, "it'll only a few minutes though, don't worry."
I was pouty for mainly two reasons: I still couldn't eat the cookies and Lucas had to stay longer than I wanted him to. It's not that I didn't like himâ wait, no, it's definitely because I didn't like him. Even if he saved me, he's still obnoxious. Another reason could be that I was starting my period in approximately two days. That should be a hecking blast.
I yawned, bored to death as I waited for the cookies silently. I didn't feel like talking that much to Lucas after my mother shared her mortifying memories. I knew he would never let stop teasing my about it and it annoyed me, but oh well!
"They're probably cool now!" my mother exclaimed after what seemed like a century.
I sighed in relief and got me a glass of milk. My mom looked at my expectantly and I rolled my eyes mentally.
"Lucas, would you like a glass of milk?" I asked as nicely as possible.
"I would love one," he replied with the same amused look.
I refrained myself from letting out a groan and poured Lucas and I two glasses of milk for the cookies. It's not like it was hard, I just didn't want to help Lucas even if he helped me. I placed the glass in front of Lucas and took a cookie. After dipping it in the milk and taking a bite out of it, I instantly let out a moan.
"Oops," I said as I averted my eyes to Lucas, who was probably trying his best to not make an inappropriate comment as a reply to my moan. I rolled my eyes, thinking about all of the things he could possibly say.
'I'll make you make that sound in bed' or possibly 'she let out as she smashed me' or maybe even 'you're cute when you moan' because let's be honestâ he always says something along the lines of "you're cute."
Soon, my brother came into the kitchen, probably smelling the amazing scent of cookies. Kian, my brother, looked at Lucas and I suggestively and started to pucker his lips up as if to say "you guys are dating so kiss" or whatever. Even though the boy was only eight, he knew a lot from his friends who had older brothers. At least not about the dirty stuff though. Only kissing. I'm hoping.
Kian took a few cookies from the plate that they were now on, glanced back at Lucas and I, then went back to his room. I rolled my eyes, sniffling a laugh. The gesture was cute, however I didn't favor the idea of Lucas and me being together. Gross.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Lucas said, his signature smirk on his face.
I glanced at my mother, who was busy scrolling through her phone, so I muttered, "Unfortunately."
"I heard that," my mother and Lucas said in unison.
"I said fortunately!" I exclaimed and apprehensively looked at my mother as she rolled her eyes at my terrible lie.
Lucas waved goodbye to the two of us and we both did the same. I thought back on the events that had happened today and checked the time. It was only 5:30 p.m. So much happened in a two and a half hour time period and I found myself subconsciously smiling at the nice gestures Lucas did.
I rolled my eyes at myself. There was no possible way I was starting to like Lucas King. That's completely insane and ludicrous. Darn, I better get my cupcake soon even if we had only had one tutor session so far. This was too stressful for little ol' me to handle.
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i'm so happy rn, mostly bc of this book. this chapter is so cute i love it so so so much. who else ships lucas and kylie? i know kian does hahahh! WHAT SHOULD BE THEIR SHIP NAME THOUGH? comment down below (;
anyways, idk what i'm doing with my life anymore lol
qotd: what's your favorite color? don't be afraid to be specific (;
aotd: mine is maroon. it's one of the coolest color imo :))
as always, take care, have a good day, etc. etc. ily all sm
- aspen