Lellena: The Love Story

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I hold Lucas' hand for what feels like forever, stroking his soft hair and whispering comforting words. I'm so scared about him, why isn't the ambulance here yet? I look around in despair, and see that 🐢 left his jumper on the stairs. He must've been too distracted by his baby.

"I'll be right back Luky," I whisper, giving his hand a squeeze. I jump up and lunge down to grab the soft, comfy jumper of Joseph. I think I'll steal it and keep it forever. I might put it on Morkusa and sleep with them until I die😌 I run the soft fabric between my fingers as I rush back to Lucas, holding it close like a comfort blanket. Because essentially that's what it is now. I need all the comfort I can get in this current situation. My poor baby Lucas.

I'm just looking up at the roof and wishing for him to be ok, when someone interrupts my prayers to yangyang.

"So essentially, I'll be back in a few minutes, cos as I say I just need to print some stuff off. I dint do it durin dinner cos I was at the gre- I mean I was in the alz having a 1:1. Yeah, err, a 1:1. Yeah."

I get a waft of that distinct laundry detergent.

I hear a door close, look up and see scout lunge around the corner🤤

He's looking down at his phone, and I see him inhale a deep breath and open his mouth:

"And it seems like it's calling out to me, so come fiiiind me, and let meohh, errr, what're you doin there Ellena?"

Oh no.

A deep flush comes over his face, and he blinks multiple times, rubbing his eye. I try not to laugh. I fail. Like I'm gonna do in my exams🤪. He won't look at me or Lucas, and focuses on a poster on the wall instead.

I feel like I should say something to break the awkward silence, I mean Lucas is dying over here! And it's my fault! I see scout's head whip around, faster than he runs down the stairs.

"And what is that?", he says, raising his eyebrows, seeming to have half forgotten about his jamazing singing we heard. I panic, thinking he's gonna call me out for hugging 🐢's clothing, but he's not even looking at me. I look over to where his gaze lies.

"Well that's morkusa," I reply, too confidently. He looks like someone's just told him they don't know what bowls is. Pfftt imagine. If someone's favourite sport isn't bowls, they're not to be trusted. I mean, what are they doing with their life? Bowls is the only reason I'm still alive right now. Well, that and jason derulo of course. And now...

I look down at Lucas. I've only officially known him for maybe half an hour, but that's been more than enough time to know I want him in my life forever. Without him, nothing's the same. Everything looks brighter now he's here. I see more colours, more shades, more light. Scout's jexy shirt is no longer just navy blue. It's thousands of colours all swirled together to make the perfect colour that is his favourite. Oh right, scout. I drag my eyes away from Lucas, who clutches my hand harder and grunts. He's in so much pain, all because of me. But feeling sorry isn't gonna help him right now, so I look back at scout to see what he's saying.

"What's a mawkuwsa?" He squints and leans back on his heels, hands together behind his back. His famous bowls pose. What an absolute legend🤤😍

"Well it's Mork and Lucas on a cushion, as you can see."

He doesn't say anything, just raises his eyebrows again and nods.

"We're waiting for an ambulance, he's not -"

"AN AMBULANCE?!" scout shouts, "WHAT HAPPENED?"

"I... fell..." Lucas barely gets out. I rub his head, and he winces as I accidentally touch a giant lump. He didn't tell me about that.

"DON'T SPEAK. STAY STILL. DON'T MOVE," scout orders, jumping into action, "I'M A SCOUT LEADER, I'VE BEEN DOING SCOUTS FOR ESSENTIALLY EVER! I CAN HELP, TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG. I KNOW CPR!" He lunges over to us and squats down, checking Lucas over, taking his pulse.

"Really, sc- I mean Liam - calm down, help is on the way(v)." I reassure him.

But he insists, "No, I've got several badges, I'm trained in this sort of stuff! I can help!" He looks at me, right into my eyes, and I think I catch a glimpse of sadness there before it's gone.

"What's wrong with you?", I say, looking at him eye to eye, and place a hand on his arm. Ooh muscly, must be all the bowling.
What a nice young lad.

"I don't want to talk about (😏) it, " he sighs, rubbing his face. Then adds, "I just wanna dance, I just wanna dance."

"What?" Lucas breathes out. "You... want to dance? Am I missing something? I'm kind of dying here and -"

"No, no, Lucas, it's just a song he likes," I tell him.

I feel scout's gaze burning into my skin before he even says anything. "How do you know that? I don't - What -"

"Listen, I think I can hear the ambulance!!!" I shout. Just in time. It would not be fun explaining that to scout. It would be best if he never knows.

I jump up, clutching the jluffy jumper, ready to shout the paramedics. But scout grabs my arm and pulls me aside.

"He doesn't look so well gud Ellena," he whispers gently. "I think you need to be prepared. Sorry if this is rude, but who is he anyway?", he asks as he glances back at Lucas.

I stare at him in disbelief. How can someone so cool and jepic not know who Lucas Wong is?😩 I guess we all have our faults. I won't hold it against him, since he's such a bowls legend and essentially my idol.

"He's - he's -", but I don't know what to say. He's the love of my life, my favourite person, my bias, my everything. But I'm nothing to him.

I turn to look at him, lying there  🎶like a fallennn aaangellll🎶. Except he didn't fall. I yeeted him. I open my mouth to say something, but before I do, I notice his chest isn't moving. He's not breathing. He's not breathing.

"HE'S NOT BREATHING!!" I scream, grabbing scout and pulling him back to Lucas. "WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?" I shriek at scout, shaking him violently by his shoulders. Muscly indeed🤤

He looks to be in shock for a minute, eyes wide and head just wobbling back and forth like that Churchill dog.

Then he remembers just who he is🤩

"CALM DOWN. I'VE GOT THIS. I'VE BEEN PREPARING MY WHOLE LIFE. I KNEW THIS MOMENT WOULD COME." He squats down and places his hands on Lucas' chest.

He takes a deep breath again, and for a second I think he's gonna carry on with his song. But he grabs Lucas' nose, squeezes it, and smashes his lips onto my basically-boyfriend's.