Love That's Sweet

Chapter Eighteen

Eric POV

Lucas...

DAMN! He had me right where he wanted me. There was no way I could do anything before they could do worse to Lucas. My fists were shaking, but I couldn't lift them, I couldn't keep walking towards them, and there was no way I would just run. All I could do was stand there and let them do whatever they wanted to me.

The big guy wasted no time punching me in the face, knocking me to the ground. I didn't stand up, knowing the best I could do now was just take it. Now there were two of them standing above me, kicking and hitting me repeatedly. All Lucas could do was scream in the background, yelling angrily at me though, instead of at them.

"You idiot! Fight back! FIGHT BACK! Forget about me, and protect yourself, damn it!"

Beating after beating, I managed to hold on, wondering if it would just be better to give up and pass out. Maybe then they would stop and leave us alone. I nearly did, when Lucas was suddenly able to slip through the two guys holding him back in order to help me.

It was the last thing I wanted him to do for me. He managed to push one of the guys off of me. The bigger guy didn't hesitate to start beating on him as well. I could take a real beating, but Lucas was smaller and frailer than me, it didn't take much for him to reach his breaking point, and yet he was able to hold his own.

"Leave my boyfriend alone!" Lucas yelled at him, taking one final blow for me.

Lucas fell back, and I used the last bit of my strength to pull him under me. Looking down at his face, his poor, bruised face, it was the final straw. The next kick that was thrown at me, I managed to grab it, yanking hard enough to drop the guy on his back.

He's dead.

He shrieked for help, but it was too late as I punched him in the jaw, knocking out some teeth. I would have done worse to him, had I not been suddenly pulled off of him by Michele. Andrew and Anthony, who appeared shortly after, were able to take on the last few guys still there.

The last thing I remembered before passing out was looking down at Lucas and telling him, "I'm sorry."

He smiled back at me, lightly smacking me on the side of the head. "You idiot."

   

   

Thanks to the guys, Lucas and I had made it out alive, though not entirely uninjured. Poor Lucas had come out of it worse than me, and I had been the one those stupid thugs had come after in the first place. Lucas wasn't too happy with the whole situation, and constantly blamed me for everything when he could. I knew he didn't mean it. I was just relieved he still had that fighting spirit left in him that I loved.

Because of his condition though, I had decided to make it my duty to take care of him. I'd gotten to meet his parents after all, just not the way I would have hoped. Instead of being invited over for a nice dinner like I had imagined, it had been at the hospital, and now at their home whenever I came over to check up on him.

Walking up the stairs to his room, I closed the door behind me while trying not to spill any of the hot soup Lucas's mother had prepared for him.

"You're mom is so nice," I told him, sitting next to him in bed, "she keeps blushing around me. Now, open wide."

He simply glared back at me, arms folded.

"I'm not a baby," he grunted, flicking the spoon back at me, "and I'm not that hurt anymore."

"Really? Prove it."

Sitting up, he suddenly twitched and fell back in pain.

"Its nothing!" He yelled out at me, throwing one of his pillows and spilling some of the soup on my shirt.

"Fuck!" Throwing off my shirt before it burned me anymore, I noticed him staring at me, which actually got me kind of nervous. "What?"

"Nothing," he smirked before reaching out for my arm and pulling me down towards him for a kiss.

I decided to warm myself up by lying next to him under the covers, rolling around, but being careful not to hurt him. It began to get really hot in between us, but then I stopped, knowing we wouldn't be able to do anything, not in his condition he was in, not in his room during the day, and especially not with his parents just down stairs.

"Why'd you stop?" Lucas asked, pulling me back down to snuggle up on. "Too scared to take me on or something?"

"Funny," I replied, savoring the moment. "I just wouldn't want to hurt you."

"Why? Planning on going all the way with me anytime soon?"

"What?" I panicked.

That was definitely not what I was expecting him to say at that moment. It was true, we had yet to really go "all the way" together. I mean, I had never gone "all the way" with anybody before, so honestly I didn't really know how. Lucas had always been the one who took the lead. Although, it did always seem as if I ldid all the work. I would have wanted nothing less than to finally get even closer to him than before.

But were we ready? Was I ready?

"Ha!" He sat up and grabbed the bowl of soup I had set on the counter. "I'm just kidding, dummy. Once I'm feeling better though..."

"WHAT?!"

He sealed that promise with a kiss on my cheek, then continued to eat his soup, while I was left to process my thoughts.

You bastard, I love you so much!

The End...

...for now.