deep blue eyes // Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 42 - Lucas Hernandez

On Friday, after school, I get in Antoine's car with him, and we start driving, heading to the beach home. In the backseat is Mbappe, because he didn't want to bring his car, and Antoine was perfectly fine with also driving his friend, as long as he knew that when he picked up Hernandez and Dembele, they might be kind of squeezed together back there in the backseat of a Honda Civic.

Mbappe was fine with that, but he hates Antoine's music that he's playing on the radio, and is sitting back there, blasting his music into his headphones. I'm glad he did that, and didn't complain, though. Plus, it means me and Antoine can talk in peace.

Antoine makes the comment, "We're almost to Hernandez's house, and I'm worried about how we're gonna fit five people's bags for a week long vacation in my tiny trunk... I might have to make them keep some of their bags on their laps."

"Yeah, just make them do that. Who cares if their legs fall asleep, right?" I joke.

"Good point, actually. They're kind of annoying." I know there is some truth in Antoine's eyes in that joke, which makes it funnier. "This car is going to get so much more lively when Dembele enters it, man. He's a clown."

I grin. "By all you're saying about him, I'm really excited to meet him."

"Well, I don't want to make you too excited, do I?" Antoine laughs. "He is not that great, now."

"Oh brother. You're so mean to your friends all the time. You don't talk like that about me, do you?"

"Of course not! You're my beautiful girlfriend. I would never. It's the stupid boys I make fun of."

"I find that ironic, Antoine, because, you know, you actually are a stupid boy yourself," I tease, nudging him.

"Don't nudge the driver," he laughs, probably not knowing what else to say.

"You're no good at comebacks," I comment as we pull up to a relatively middle-sized house. "Is this where Hernandez lives?"

"Yeah. Do me a favor and go in and get him for me?"

I roll my eyes, but I don't really care. I get out of the car, and walk up the steps, knocking on the front door with the doorbell door knocker. I wait a few seconds, before a guy, looking probably about two years younger than me, opens the door. He looks me over, up and down, before saying, sounding kind of confused, "Hell... o?

I nod to him. "Are you, uh, Lucas Hernandez?" I hope I got his first name right... I think it was Lucas...

He looks slightly confused for a second, before saying, "No, that's my brother. Who the heck are you?"

I clear my throat. "I'm Sage Prefect. Antoine's... Antoine Griezmann's girlfriend. I believe your brother is friends with Antoine. We're here to pick him up for a short vacation." I can't believe, this being his brother, that he wouldn't have heard of this, but apparently not.

"Antoine Griezmann? Griezmann is here? Where?"

"In the car, why?"

"Why didn't he get out himself to see us?"

"Dunno. Asked me to. Why?" I ask again.

He rolls his eyes. "Of course he did. I know Griezmann a little too. Nice guy. He's Lucas's friend."

"Is Lucas home?" I ask.

"Yeah. You want me to go get him?"

I nod with a sigh. "Yeah, thanks, that'd be great." I didn't know it'd be so hard to simply pick up some dude. Didn't Lucas know we'd be here? Wouldn't he be ready? It's all a pain. Maybe Antoine knew it'd be like that, and didn't feel like dealing with it, so that's why he sent me.

I watch as this guy turns, leaving the door wide open, to shout, "Hey, Lucas! You have a friend here! Griezmann... Well, yeah! His girlfriend is here at the door! Apparently! I don't know, man! Okay... They're waiting for you, you know! I don't know, it's only his girlfriend here! Like Sage or something! 'Kay, I will!" I cannot hear the other end of the conversation, only this guy's end of it. Finally, this guy turns back to me. "He says he'll be ready in ten minutes. He got confused with dates and times or something. I'm not surprised, honestly."

I raise my eyebrows in interest. So this guy is some sort of scatterbrain, then? I stand there awkwardly, not really sure what I should do- go back to the car or just keep standing here? This guy keeps standing here, saying, putting his hand out to me to shake, "I'm Theo, by the way. I'm his brother."

I nod, saying respectfully as I shake his hand, "Nice to meet you, Theo."

"Could you tell Griezmann to come up here? I haven't seen him in freaking ages."

"Oh, uh, right. Sure. I'll go ask him." I jog back to the car, and Antoine rolls the window down for me to talk to him. "Theo... uh, Theo, his brother, is at the door. Lucas will be ready in about ten minutes. Theo says he wants to talk to you."

"Oh, sure," he nods, unbuckled and getting out of the car. He jogs back up, to Theo, hugging him, saying, "How's it been, man? I know some things have been hard."

"God, it's been better man," Theo says, grinning, hugging Antoine, who I assume knows him at least enough.

"Good, good. Lucas is good?"

"Yeah, he's fine. We're all holding up. Man, you got yourself a beautiful girlfriend here."

Antoine grins proudly of my, kissing my cheek dramatically. I roll my eyes as he says, "Yeah, isn't she? And nobody's going to be taking her."

The conversation continues for a few more minutes, before Lucas comes. He has brown curly hair, is wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, and is holding a huge white bag over his shoulder. His face lights up when he sees Antoine, and he grins, throwing his arms around him, saying, "Antoine! Hey, man. I'm sorry. I got dates mixed up, I didn't realize it was today."

"Of course you did," Antoine teases. "It's great to see you. It has been too long since I've seen you two." It's obvious that Lucas is closer to our age, and that he is the closer one to Antoine, because he is who Antoine is bringing, and Lucas called Antoine by his first name, while Theo called him 'Griezmann', but it also is clear that he has a good relationship with these two that has been apparent for years now. It's sweet to see.

Suddenly, Lucas's eyes meet mine, and he pulls away from Antoine, saying, "Oh, forgive me. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Lucas Hernandez. It's a pleasure to meet you," he grabs my hand, shaking it. "You are?"

"I'm Sage Prefect," I smile back at him. He seems quite decent.

"And... did I hear something about Antoine having a girlfriend?"

"Yes," I grin. "That is me."

He grins back. "My, my. I'm surprised Antoine got a girl like you. Antoine isn't near as good-looking as-"

"Eh, eh, Lucas," Antoine chuckles. "Don't be flirting with my girl, dude!"

Lucas laughs. "I wasn't, I wasn't! Sorry, it was only meant to be an insult towards you."

Antoine rolls his eyes as Lucas says goodbye to his brother, and the three of us head out back to Antoine's car.

I have a good feeling about this Lucas Hernandez guy.