The Chemistry goes on

Chapter Thirty Two "Beauty spot on the a$$"

Chapter 32

Indiana's POV:

After explaining myself to Lucas over the phone the only thing that echoes through the phone was silence. I couldn't exactly look at his facial reaction to assume the way he was feeling. It was much more harder now. I told him everything. From the beginning till the end. I thought it was only fair if he knew.

I told him about Isaac, my pregnancy, my parent not being my real parents, the reason why I was in a mental asylum. Every little detail, which surprisingly wasn't hard. It was easy to tell Lucas because I felt it was only right to open up to him.

It was a little awkward finding out Dean was his brother, he filled me in with his life. I was so shocked and surprised. Who would ever think there related? Other than not noticing they both had "Barrueco" as their last name. I was too stupid to realise. Although they didn't share anything in their features. They were pretty much the opposite.

Dean was a dark tan with bright blue eyes. Lucas was pale with dark mysterious eyes. They were both tall which about the only similarities other than their sexual obsession they both seemed to share.

"Don't hang up"

"I'm not" he simply says

"The Isaac being my ex is the scary bit I know... When I tell people they usually back off" I explain to him

"He doesn't scare me" he admitted "Your life is one hell of a roller coaster" he sighs I imagine him shaking his head

"Can't say your any different" I lightly laughed stretching my legs on the coach I was now sitting on

I looked over and noticed my mum. She had her phone in her hands but she was looking up at me with a smirk. I looked at her and she snapped and her eyes back on the phone acting like she didn't hear anything. I just recently sat down so he didn't hear much anyways.

"Good bye Lucas" I say

"Good bye Indiana"

I hung up the phone dropping my phone on my lap. My mum drops her phone stretching on the coach she sat on.

"Was that the white chocolate hotilicious tasty cookie?" She asks with a smile

"It's Lucas" I dryly answer

"You know when I was your age I loved dark chocolate boys" she randomly told me "But white boys always caught my eyes too" she winks

"I like black boys" I argue back stubbornly "I just... Always seem to fall upon Spanish boys" I mumble noticing

"Fall upon" she repeats laughing like it was some joke

"Whatever mum" I drag rolling my eyes "You wouldn't know your old news now" I joke laughing

She scowls at me suddenly reaching for the nearest mirror. She looks at her face stretching her face and looking at the light wrinkles that were beginning to appear.

I laugh to myself still not understanding the concept of not wanting to grow old. It wasn't something that bothered me. It was just a number. A twenty year old mans abilities didn't stop a fifty year old man from doing them. It was just about the courage. Accepting your age was something adults didn't seem to understand and get over.

And that did bother me. The fact of people not accepting who they are. I accepted my skin colour even though some rude people out there made me feel sometimes uncomfortable under my skin. I accepted my weight. I accepted the fact I was extremely short for an eighteen year old... An adult now.

Maybe the height bit is still an issue.

"So I'm still like full black right?" I ask suddenly remembering since my parents weren't my real parents