The Experiment (Draft)

Counters

Lydia:

After we played basketball for a while, Owen insisted we played football, because Luke was dominating. We each took turns getting in the shower ten used our two hours of alone time to get ready, though I think that the boys got ready for the most part in Owen's room.

I didn't really have time to look at the makeup before lunch, but I did now. It was like walking into Sephora. MAC, Urban Decay, all the name brands, all in my color. I definitely took my time getting ready, full-on contouring, ombre lips, everything. I went to the back of the closet to choose a dress. I had a hard time choosing between a black dress with the back cut out, or a emerald one with long sleeves. It's cold, so I choose the one with long sleeves. I shove my feet in a pair of black kitten heels.

I walk to the kitchen to see Lucas in a tux, with a bowtie. He never wears regular ties. And over his suit is a blue apron, covered in red sauce.

"I thought you could only make mac and cheese." I smirk, sitting on the counter.

"Well, I thought I could boil some spaghetti and heat up some Ragu."

"Well then, that's great."

Luke comes over to me, setting his big hands on my hips, with me sitting on the counter, we sit eye to eye. I make sure to suck in. He turns his head and leans in, and so do I.

"Hey guys, I smell tomatoes. Are we havin-oh, uh, um, sorry guys." Owen stands in the doorway, and Luke and I pull apart.

"It's alright." Luke says. I blush and turn away. He offers me a and down. I take it.

Luke's dinner was actually really good, it just needed a little more thyme. I sat by Luke, across from Owen, admiring Luke's muscular back through his white collared shirt. I reach out to put my arm around him, but stop just before we make contact. Luke didn't notice, but Owen did. He cocked his eyebrows at me.

"I can make some sick waffles, so I guess I got breakfast." Owen offers. 

"That sounds great." I say.

*****

After dinner, I change into a pair of short running shorts and search for a top. I literally have no tee shirt, so I throw on my robe, and head across the hall to Luke's room.

"Hey Luke, um, can I borrow a shirt? I don't any that aren't fancy."

"Yeah, of course." I follow him to his closet, and he gestures to a rack of button ups.

"Um, I was thinking more of a tee shirt?"

"Oh yeah. Sorry." He hands me a white shirt with a Nike swoosh on it. I glare at him, and he laughs. 

"There you go." He smirks.

I continue to glare and walk back to my room. I pull the robe off, and just as I put on his shirt, a hear a knock.

"Come in."

"Oh, uh, hey Lid, it's um, just me, uh, Owen." I cross my arms, hoping that will make him stop staring at my chest.

"Hey Owen, what do you need?"

"Um, I uh, just came in to say goodnight." Well, I guess it helped a little. 

"Of course Owen. Goodnight. Wake me when breakfast is ready."

"Will do." He shut the door behind him. I went into the rec room to get a CD to fall asleep to, and I was surprised with the amount of music that was there. I was reaching for the top shelve, when I feel a pair of hands pick me up by the waist. 

"Oooh!" I shout as I look down and see Luke.

"Well, get the CD!" I reach for "Coco" by Colbie Caillat, and he lets me down and pulls me to him, tight. We stand in silence, staring at each other's eyes, and looking at the blue and gold flecks in his eyes brings bag all of the feelings that I had shoved deep in my heart. For months, I had believed he was too perfect to accept me, too perfect to love me. Now I realized that he felt more than friendship to me. I wasn't sure that this was love to him but it was to him. I feel my body melt into his, my head finding it's way perfectly into his chest, inhaling deeply his spicy yet sweet scent. He princess carries my to my bed, laying me down gently, and putting his warm hand on the back of my cold neck, pulling my face up to his, and he finally kisses me. 

He was so gentle, holding me like I was so fragile.  He pulls away, and looks into my eyes once more before he traces my collarbone with his lips. I run my fingers through his short hair, and we lay like that for a while, I still feel like I'm in a dream. It was like a switch, suddenly he was mine.