Coz he was sunshine, she was midnight rain
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Ivy Kennedy
She's a legend before twenty-Hollywood's golden girl, the youngest self-made billionaire, and a model who owns every runway she walks. Ruthless. Unbreakable. A force of nature. The world se...
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"How long are you here for?" Meemaw asks.
"About twenty more days," I reply. Meemaw nods, but I know she's upset.
"Think you can visit me again?" she asks hopefully.
"As soon as I can," I say.
She nods towards me, smiling. "Luca, you visit me too, huh?"
"Yes, ma'am." "It's Lucas, Meemaw," we both say completely different things at the same time.
"Huh? Then why have you been calling him Luca all this time?" Well, that backfired quickly. I shrug and look away.
"Aww, you two are so cute, my babies," she says, pulling us both into a hug. I randomly glance towards Lucas only to find he's already looking at me, smiling. The look he gives me does something to my stomach.
We say our goodbyes and leave for the hotel. The car ride is silent, but today is the first day, and I'm anxious as hell already, and to make it worse, Grace isn't even here.
I quickly shower and change into white trousers and a black top and get ready to head out, but before I could, I hear a knock on the door.
"Come on in" I yell, applying blush.
He opens the door with a small cake in his hand, surprising me.
"Um? It's not my birthday, and it's not yours...?" I ask.
"Yeah, but... Wait, how do you know my birthday?" he asks, eyeing me. Ignoring him, I take a peek at the cake Little Miss Laughed for the First Time.
He is making it so hard for me to not screw up and vomit my feelings onto him. I know he doesn't like me that way. And I'd rather have him as my friend than not have him in my life at all. But it's hard to do so when he pulls shit like this. Every time I see him, I feel mixed emotions, from butterflies and shit in my stomach to comfort to shivers when he touches me. It's getting hard to exist near him.
"Storm?"
"Um, yes?"
"Come on, let's cut the cake," he says, putting the cake down onto the table.
"This was completely unnecessary," I say, following him.
"I strongly disagree. If you're going to laugh once a century, it's vital that we celebrate."
"What if I don't want to celebrate?" I ask, weirdly.
"Hmmm, if you don't want this, then you gotta laugh and smile more until it becomes normal for me," he says, giving me a soft smile. His smile is so cute .
He hands me the knife.
I cut the cake and, he claps excitedly , making me giggle .I cut a small piece of the cake first and without even thinking, lift it to his mouth. He freezes, and so do I. The realization of what I just did crashes over me like a wave. Why doesn't my brain work around him? .
