Ch. 25 Lucas
Lucas found me on the street corner. His large rusty pick up truck didn’t really go with all the Porches and BMWs but that was okay. The pick-up truck, was who Lucas was. When I got in the car, he didn’t ask me what was going on, he just drove. He knew I would tell him later and I was thankful for that. The drive wasn’t long, he parked the car sooner than I expected and I looked out the window.
“Where are we?” I asked confused. I had seen photos of Lucas’ house. This definitely wasn’t it.
“My apartment,” He told me and got out of the car.
“Did you move?” I got out as well.
“Yeah. Well, my parents didn’t. I did. This is my apartment.”
“You have your own apartment?” I questioned. He opened the heavy glass doors for me that opened to the lobby.
“Yeah,” He said simply, he opened another door which lead to some stairs. I followed Lucas up a flight and
he walked down the hall a little and stopped in front of what I figured was his apartment and unlocked the door. He turned on the light and we walked inside. It was messy and casual. Everything you would expect a teenage bachelor pad to look like. It wasn’t bad.
“When did you move?” I exclaimed, setting my things down and taking a seat on a barstool that was in his kitchen. Lucas opened his refrigerator and pulled out two cans a soda. He handed me Root Beer, which he knew I loved.
“When I started college,” He sat beside me.
“College?”
“Yeah. The university is just up the street,” He pointed out the window. I blinked. College? He was nineteen. It made sense.
“I’m sorry. I never really even asked you about how life has been going for you. It’s just been about me.”
“It’s okay. I have a boring life. I’m not dodging paparazzi or random girls don’t want to take pictures with me like you but I work at Starbucks, occasionally bartend and go to classes in the afternoon.”
“Do you still want to be a marine biologist?”
“So bad.”
“You’ll be good at that. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks. I’m proud of you.”
“For?”
“Staying stable. I hear a lot of people crack under the pressure with paparazzi and everything. You’re doing good for just a normal girl.”
“Yeah. Sort of.”
“Why sort of?”
“Harry and I got in a fight.”
“Over?”
“Jealousy.”
“Okay, explain.”
“Do you remember that girl at the CD signing that Harry was taking a lot to?”
“The hot one.”
“Lucas!” I whined.
“I’m kidding. Yeah. I know who you’re talking about. Keep going.”
“Well, that’s Marissa. She is completely convinced that she is going to steal Harry from me…”
“Isn’t a lot of girls convinced that?”
“Yes. And I’ve accepted that, totally.”
“Then what is the problem?”
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