Lucas Carter is struggling to find his place after moving to Seacrest and enrolling in Seacrest High.
As he settles in with a new group of friends, Lucas becomes caught in a complicated love triangle with Tyler, a closeted jock, and Alec, a my...
The exhaustion began to hit as I walked sleepily to the front door. Tiredly, I opened it and stepped inside to find my dad sitting alone on the couch, typing away on his computer. The faint, illuminated light from the screen highlighted his face as he turned to me, reading glasses perched on his nose.
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"You're home. I was about to call to see if you wanted me to pick you up," he began. "No, It's fine I got a ride," I quipped, starting to make my way up the stairs.
"Can you come here for a second?" he called after me.
I sighed deeply but headed back down the stairs. "Sit for a minute," he requested. Too tired to argue, I slumped down on the couch beside him. "So, how's training going? How was school?" he asked. "It was good. Training's been tiring but good too, I guess," I replied, my voice dead.
"I never thought you'd be interested in joining the team. We played when you were little, but I didn't know you liked it that much," he mused. A weak grin lined my lips as my mind wandered, "Yeah I guess I just missed it," I watched as he sighed, removing his glasses to rub his eyes.
An awkward silence stretched between us as he looked at me, his eyes holding a mixture of sorrow and sincerity. "I know we haven't been spending as much time together as we used to when you were little. But I want you to know you can still come to me about stuff too," "I know, Dad," I mumbled, not meeting his gaze. After another long pause, he started again. "Good." A beat, then, "Have you made any friends?" "Yeah, a few," I replied. "That's good to hear. Any girls catching your eye yet?" His question came to me as a shock.
"We literally just got here," I defended myself. "Yeah, but I know how you boys are," he persisted. My mind drifted to Tyler- his eyes, his lips, everything about him. "No, Dad, no girl's catching my eye yet," I answered, feeling a bit irritated.
His expression was unreadable, but I was too tired to care. "Can I go now?" I asked. "Yeah, dinner's on the stove," he replied.
I nodded and headed upstairs to my room which I had finally settled into and had unpacked my things putting them exactly where I thought they should go. My gaze was drawn to the warm glow emanating from Tyler's bedroom. His silhouette danced on the curtains, a hypnotizing sight.
Tired and drained, I dropped my gym bag and headed to the bathroom. The day had taken its toll on me, leaving me with the sole desire to shower and sleep.
In the bathroom, I quickly entered the shower. The warm water soothed the ache in my tense muscles, gradually relaxing me. I collapsed into bed after my shower, exhaustion pulling me into the arms of sleep. Before long, slumber enveloped me, carrying me into a world of dreams and imagination. The hours passed quickly, and soon morning arrived, bringing with it the relentless buzz of a new day.
