What You Caused

82.

Chapter 82 | Date preps

Isabella:

On Sunday morning I wake up bright and early. Light streams in through the windows and the curtains flutter from the slight breeze outside as I prise my eyes open. Rubbing them, I sit up in bed and flit my eyes over to my clock.

The clock plastered on my wall reads 9am which means I've had a nice little lie in from my typical 6am wake up. Lucas hasn't woken me up this morning, per Grace and Mia's orders so I'm sure he's having his own little lie in too.

I stretch my limbs and smile, throwing the covers off my body and slipping my feet into the slippers beside my bed.

Today is the day of Mia and Grace's date and excitement for what's in store begins to thrum in my chest as the thought flickers in my mind.

During our facetime call on Friday evening, Grace and Mia had only provided us the very general base line of what the date they had planned consisted of. Therefore, for the most part, Lucas and I have been left in the dark for the plan of today and the unknown only heightens my anticipation.

From that huge binder and the 10 chapters it consisted of, plus with Mia's OTP nature -  I have high hopes for whatever it is we're doing on our date this afternoon.

Yesterday at the party we had all attended, Lucas and I had remained sober so that we wouldn't be hung over for today but the two of us had slept at 5am because we spent the whole night talking on the phone and playing some dumb online pictionary game so although there isn't a single drop of alcohol in my body and I'm only clouded with fatigue, I feel drunk with excitement and the most awake I've ever felt in ages.

I walk over to the window and tug my curtains open to further let more light and air flow into my room. Coincidentally, Lucas is doing the same thing also and I watch as his face lights up as he spots me. His eyes flicker down my tank top and shorts clad body and I do the same to him. Lucas is sporting only a pair of navy blue boxers, (yummy) and his hair is sticking up adorably in all different directions.

There's no motivational poster plastered on his window today but in replacement there's a piece of paper that says 'I'm excited for our date.'

The grin on my face widens as I quickly turn to the side to pull out a paper and scrawl a messy 'me too!' to show Lucas.

He reads the note, his lips curling up to mirror my smile before we both move away from the window to go about doing the rest of our morning routines.

Once I'm showered and have pulled on a pair of leggings and a cropped white t-shirt, I return back to my room. I catch Lucas through the window again and this time he motions with his hand for me to pull my window open.

His hair is damp and droplets of water run down his bare chest as he presses his hands against the window edge of his open window and leans forward.

I prise open my window like he had told me to do and mirror his stance. I raise a questioning eyebrow.

"I'm coming in," is the only thing he says in explanation before he steps up on the ledge and behind clambering out the window.

"Lucas, oh my God you're gonna fall!" My eyes widen in alarm as he attempts to climb through his window and into mine. The gap between our two houses is fairly lengthy and although it probably is possible to jump the distance, it's still dangerous.

My exclamation draws the attention of an elderly woman whose walking by on the pavement below and my cheeks tinge with heat as she stares up at Lucas shirtless, basically splitting in between both our houses and my lame grip I have on one of his arms like that's going to protect him if he does wobble and fall to his death 2 stories below.