Wishful Thinking

Chapter Five

chapter five

               The past five days have been... boring.

               Lynn and Ava were barely in the hotel room when I was, usually either sight-seeing with their father or at the hotel's beach, pool, or whatever else this hotel had to offer.

               The day at the gym Carter told me that he wouldn't be able to see us for a while. He and his family were searching for somewhere to move, apparently. There was the possibility that he moved already, but it was doubtful. Although I'd only know him for a couple days, he doesn't seem like the type of person who would just disappear without a goodbye.

               So for the past five days I've been left to take walks on the beach and occasionally bump into Ava and Lynn. As I walked along the shore, the waves grabbed at my feet, begging me to come take a swim (or begging to let the ocean drown me, either one.)

               "Teagan!" A voice called. I spun around blindly, searching for whoever it was asking for me.

               A few feet down, there were three beach chairs, perfect for sunbathing and admiring the horizon. Ava sat in the middle chair, waving me over eagerly. I strode towards her, and as I neared my friend, I saw a masculine figure lying on the chair to her left.

               Ava grinned as I got comfortable in the remaining seat. "Hey, Tea."

               I nodded in acknowledgment and looked over her shoulder to get a better glimpse at the person besides her. I raised a brow and looked at Ava, communicating through my facial expression. "He's with you?"

               Ava jolted in her seat, as if suddenly remembering something.

               "This is Lucas Adams." She introduced in a mockingly professional tone. "Lucas, this is my best friend, Teagan Harper."

               "Hello," I mumbled.

               "Hi," Lucas replied.

               I shuffled awkwardly. I've never been good at small talk. "So, um, sorry am I intruding?" I managed to cough out.

               "Not at all," Ava denied, all too cheerfully. I bit on my lower lip to avoid laughing, she sounded like an over excited sales person.

               "Lucas lives in Tucson, that's one city away from our home back in Phoenix." Ava gushed.

               I leaned back into the beach chair, basking in the sunlight. I blinked up at the sky a few times before I answered. "That's great," I cheered. I was trying to sound as eager as she did, but I was most likely failing and sounding bored, lazy, and uninterested. "What's it like down there?"

               "Hmm," Lucas hummed. "Not all too different from Pheonix. The people are alright."

               I nodded and inspected Lucas. He had a baby muscles, his biceps having the potential of being intimidating if he tried a little bit harder. Lucas properly gelled hair that didn't look like a brown rock rested on his head, just shiny, styled hair.

               Ava cleared her throat, noticing how tense the conversation had gotten. "Luke, you have really nice hair," she cooed.

               I felt the ends of my lips tugging downward. His hair was alright, it framed his face nicely, but a part of me didn't like how short it was, how it was styled upward and didn't fall around him in a messy way.