Chimerical

A trip down Memory Lane.

(The pic: a young Lucille and Isaac)

AN: I'm starting off this chapter with a flashback. I'll be using a few time skips to get through the first year so that's why there are many gaps between the time period of each chapter. I'm focusing more on setting the foundations of my characters. BTW I'd really appreciate a few comments...and lemme know whether you want more chapters featuring Lu and Isaac:)

In 1959...

Sunlight spilled into the room, causing Lucille to stir. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light as she tried to take in her surroundings. As much as she wanted to sleep in, she knew there were things to do. She moved to get up but a strong arm around her waist prevented her from doing so. She rolled over to look at the other person, amusement lining her lips. The man boy had messy dark chocolate hair. He looked so innocent in his sleep, his lips were slightly parted and Lucille didn't want to disturb him. She tried to move his hand away, being as gentle as she could but this time, the arm just tightened around her, pulling her closer to his bare chest, indicating that he was awake. He tried to keep up the act but Lucille knew better. She stared at him, hardly able to believe that they were finally living together. It all felt so surreal, she was half expecting him to fade away. She pressed a soft kiss on his collarbone and ran her hand through his tousled bed hair, an action that she had come to love.

"Isaac?" She whispered as she traced her hand on his perfect cheekbones.

His lips were twitching but he kept his eyes closed.

"No." He said making her smile deepen.

She laughed. He seemed to be only one who could make her all smiley and mushy these days.

Cupping his cheeks she asked "No?"

"No" he confirmed finally looking at her. Brilliant blue eyes stared into deep, stormy grey ones with such an intense gaze, it caused her to shiver. He brought her closer (if that was even possible) until her head was right beside his, their noses touching and their arms and legs a tangled mess under the warm covers.

"Freddie might come in like last time." She whispered, "We both know how that ended. Besides, I have to go home."

"But I'll be cold if you leave." He whispered back jokingly. "I know you don't wanna go." His American accent was something Lucille just couldn't get over. His musky morning voice was music to her ears, his touch felt sensational and his words had opened the doors to her heart.

"Maybe I do." She joked back. "Especially when I know that you'll just annoy me for the rest of the day."

"But you love me."

Lucille scoffed, playfully rolling her eyes, "What are we, ten?"

He appeared to think for a moment before replying. "Nope, we're eighteen and you love me." He buried his face on her shoulder, his breath tickling her skin.

"Do I?" Lucille challenged innocently, batting her eyelashes, not that he could see anyway.

He lifted his head to look at her with an unimpressed expression, narrowing his eyes playfully as he pouted. He raised his eyebrows, almost as if he was peeking into her soul. It was very hard for Lucille to hold back her laughter and any moment now, she was sure she would loose it.

He feigned hurt, gasping dramatically and waving his free arm in the air slightly moving away from her. "Here I thought thou art the love of my life! Oh the shame, Lucille you broke me." He rolled over, the absence of his warm body replaced with the cold. He hugged a pillow as his back faced her.

Lucille scooted over to the drama queen, rolling her eyes nonetheless as she turned him back to face her.

"Your Shakespeare could use some work." She commented.