surprises

➢ chapter thirty-three

     authors note: what i updated. might only be a couple chapters left until the endddd :( enjoy ! and if you have time please vote and comment i would really love it :) 

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     "So," Lachie mused, glancing up at me as he took a sip of the milkshake he insisted we share, complete with the cute twisty straws that I was seemingly fascinated by. "We were all wondering when you'd come out of hibernation."

     "Oh please," I rolled my eyes, "I'd hardly call getting work done hibernation." Even though I did do a fair bit of sleeping as well, I figured it wouldn't be terrible if I left that part out.

     "Okay," He nodded in mock understanding. "I'll pretend I believe you," He smirked. I forced myself to momentarily look away so I didn't suddenly blurt out how incredibly beautiful he was.

     "Alright, don't believe me." I smiled, shaking my head. A waiter appeared at our table, setting down our cheese toasties and walking away. According to Lachie, they were "like, the best thing ever".

     "These are the real deal, Faith. Be prepared." He said seriously, lifting it up in the air proudly before shoving half of it in his mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh. I resisted the urge to laugh and took a bite of mine, slumping back in my chair as I took a moment to appreciate how delicious it actually was. He grinned at me, "Good, isn't it?"

     I swallowed before answering, "Good? These are freaking amazing." I emphasised, throwing the hand that wasn't holding the rest of my toastie up in the air.

     "Told you," he smirked, pushing his brown hair out of his face and finishing off the rest of his. We sat in a comfortable silence for a while, Lachie resting his arms on the small table between us and gazing intently at me, his piercing blue eyes looking into my own.

     I was unable to meet his eyes for more than a few seconds, averting my eyes and wondering what he was thinking. I found I wondered a lot about what was going on in this boys mind. To be honest, I was now finding generally thinking about him was taking up a lot of my time now.

     "You keep doing that," he mused, and I met his eyes once again, raising an eyebrow.

     "Doing what?"

     "Looking away," He replied, ruffling a hand through his hair. I laughed a little, knowing it wasn't hard not to pick up on that habit of mine.

     "Yeah, I don't know why I do that with people." My voice wavers a bit at the end, letting out a laugh.

     "It's kind of cute," he states, a cheeky smile plastered on his face as he intertwines our fingers and pulls me up from my seat, leading us towards the door. He lets go so I could get in the car, walking around to his side. The one thing Lachie has never done for me is open my door, but I haven't really seen any other teenage boy do that lately, so I wasn't exactly expecting him to anyway.

     With the short drive home, we manage to argue about what radio station we should listen to the whole ride home, and in the end all we listened to was the static-y sound of the nob being turned every five seconds.

     When we finally reached the house, I could hear the jingle of the car keys as he took them out of the ignition. I wound my window up and made a move to open my door and hop out, but he took a hold of my wrist stopping me from going further. He pulled me back gently and placed a lingering kiss on my lips, pulling away only an inch and smiling, before opening his door and sliding out, leaving me to get out, grinning like the hopeless fool I was and still leaning over the centre console.