Luke's POV
I couldn't believe it. She has been able to pretend that everything is perfect. I don't know how that's even possible. She makes me feel bad about complaining about my life.
This is a lot. Too much actually. But I know better. I'm never going to leave her. I'm going to hold some of her burden.
As her devastating story rolls to an end, I pull her into me, hoping my warmth will comfort her. I think it does because she nuzzles her head into me.
I love when she does that.
I need to trust her. I need to learn to love someone. I need to count on someone.
My face lights up when I remember I have something for Lacey.
"Hey...." I gesture for her to put my headphone in. I put the other in my ear, and opened up a music video.
I know that Lacey likes Hot Chelle Rae, and I like making music videos. So I added them together...
Lacey's laugh is one of my favorite sounds. It's one of those outrageous laughs that are contagious. I laugh with her.
She watches my video of me dressed in a to-big-for-me jacket, SnapBack, and retro shades, singing to "Tonight, Tonight". I sped up the video so that it sounded like I was a chipmunk.
I chuckled and became giddy at the fact that I made her smile.
On our way home, a comfortable silence covered the air around us.
'Lucas, it's okay. Trust. Her. Just do it,' I demanded myself. I didn't really know what to do since I have never been in a relationship before.
But I wanted to, so I grabbed her tiny hand and wrapped my long fingers around hers.
I could see the blush cover her rosy cheeks. Good, I'd done the right thing. Okay...here goes...
I stopped Lacey in our tracks and directed her to look at me.
"You're amazing, you are more amazing than anyone else in the world, you know that?" I purred, holding her delicate chin in my hand.
"Not really, no," she stated, gloomily.
"But you see, others see you differently than you see yourself. You are incredible Lace, I've never met someone like you."
I know I said the right thing because her mouth curled up slightly.
Our eyes locked as I gathered my courage.
I leaned in, giving her a chance to lean in the rest of the way. She rose on her tiptoes, and brushed her lips against mine.
And she thinks that my moms cookies taste like heaven...
Our lips moved in sync for a few moments, until we both parted at the same time.
She was mine. I was hers.
"I love you Lucas," she whispered.
"I love you more Lace," I growled.
"Try me," she laughed, leaning into my chest; I leaned my mouth against her forehead, kissing her again.
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What This Is
Short StoryShe cannot be fixed. He knows this. But he will try to fix her anyways. He doesn't believe he's perfect. She knows this. But she will try to make him feel it anyways. They only have each other. They just don't know it yet.
