The bad boy and the good girl~A Rucas Fanfic

Pancakes and Mom's

Riley's POV

I woke up Sunday morning to find that Lucas had his strong arms wrapped around me.

Man that's a nice way to wake up.

I looked over at him and he was still sleeping. I slowly and carefully took his arm off of me so I could get up. Luckily, I didn't wake him up. I creep to the kitchen and made a plate of pancakes. 2 for me and 3 for Lucas(after all he is bigger than me). Careful not to wake anyone in the house up(particularly mom and dad), I brought Lucas his pancakes.

I sat down next to his snoring body and nudged him. He grunted, ignoring my nudge. I nudged him once more and he opened his eyes slowly.

"Is it morning already?" He groaned.

"Yes, I'm afraid it is." I laughed,"But, on the bright side, I made you pancakes!"

"Did you say...pancakes?" he says lifting his head.

I show him his plate of pancakes,"Yes I did."

"Ooh. YUM!" He exclaimed and grabbed the plate from me.

I laughed and ate my pancakes as he gobbled his.

I looked down at his empty plate and smiled,"Were they good?"

He nodded and smiled a goofy smile.

I giggle and took our plates to the kitchen.

I looked at the clock and its now 10 am and my parents are still not awake. I peeked into my room to see my dad snoring and my mom drooling. I laughed at this and tip toed back to my room.

Lucas was standing up and looking at a picture of me when I was 4.

He looked at me and smirked,"You were cute."

"Well I hope I still am." I remarked.

"Definitely." He told me as he came over to me and kissed me.

I smiled while we kissed and we departed.

"Well I should probably go." He whispered.

"Okay," I made a sad face,"Maybe I can come to your house later..?"

Lucas suddenly grew very nervous,"No. Um. No."

I don't understand. I've been to his house one time before.

I frowned,"Okay."

With that he said goodbye and kissed me on the cheek. He climbed out the window leaving me very confused.

Lucas's POV

I rushed out of there as fast as I could when she mention coming to my house. I know she's been there before but that was different. I made sure my mom wasn't there then. I don't want Riley to meet my mom.

My mom is a drunk. She comes home late(or should I say, early) every night. She starts off each day with a memosa(orange juice and vodka). She brings home a new guy to sleep with at least 3 times a week. I can't let her meet Riley. Riley can't know that this is my home life. That I am holding my moms hair every day at 3am so she can hurl. I'm ashamed.

I get home at 10:45 am and see my mom passed out drunk. Again. I roll my eyes and start to walk to my room when she rolls over.

"Pumpkin pie...is...that's you's ?" She slurred.

"Yes, mom. It's me." I answer.

She attempts to stand up but fails,"Where were you last night?"

"A friends." I say shortly.

"Okay," she mumbles.

I continue to walk to my room and I hear her hurl in the living room.

Will she ever quit?

I slam my door and sit on my bed. I get out my book and start doing my homework(Riley got me to start doing that). When I get to question 13, I hear the door bell ring.

I walk to the living room and see mom passed out on the floor now with puke on her mouth. I look quickly away and walk to the door. I open the door and I feel my nerves go on edge.

I take a deep breath,"Riley?"

Riley's POV

Lucas's attitude change this morning made me concerned. So me being me, I came over.

"Riley?" He says.

I smile,"Hey."

"What are you doing here?" He replies, trying to block the doorway.

I push my way past him and see a woman lying on the floor,"I was worried."

I look over at him and he looks down, ashamed.

I look up to meet his eyes,"Is, um, is this-"

"My mother? Yes." He answers me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

He looks at his feet and he shuffles,"I'm ashamed."

"Lucas," I say grabbing his hand," You can always tell me anything."

He smiled lightly and intertwined our fingers.

"She needs help, Lucas." I motion to his passed out mother.

He nods,"I know. But what am I supposed to do?"

"Well I'm no professional but I think the first step is an intervention." I reply.

"She won't listen, I've tried to talk about it with her. She doesn't think she has a problem." Lucas replies.

"We'll figure this out." I say,"We're going to help her."

He pulls me into a hug,"Thank you, Riley."

"For what?" I say.

"For caring.""

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Sorry if that was absolutely terrible. I feel like it was. Please don't stop reading. Next chapter will be better.