Along The Road, I Found You

Pillows, Yankees, And Breakfast

"Lukas Anthony! Wake up! I swear, your snoring could kill the Kracken!", I all but shrieked. Lukas just yawned and rolled over, tugging the pillow out of my hands forcefully, and snuggling with it. He looked so innocent when he was asleep... Almost adorable..

"Ew," I thought to myself, "Sick! He's been your best friend for years. Don't think about him like that! You are so stupid sometimes, Heaven! There's so many boys and yet you choose to go musshhh over your best frie-"

My thought was cut short by a pillow being shoved in my face. I paniced at first, unsure of what exactly was going on until I heard Lukas laughing manically. Before I knew it, bubbly laughter escaped my lips and he tossed the pillow aside, scooping me up into his arms. He embraced me sweetly, hugging me close to his strong, warm chest.

"Heaven. You really oughta quit talking to yourself!", Lukas said, smiling.

The horror ran from the bottom of my spine to my eyes, slowly spreading a deep, icy chill all over me. I'm more than sure the mortification was prominent in my eyes, "Wh-What? I...I said that..out loud?". My voice was shaky and hushed. Now you've done it, Heaven. I thought silently to myself.

Lukas stretched his arms. A happy sigh slid out from behind his lips and he smiled like a little boy in a store full of free candy. "There you go again! Talking to yourself!...In your mind.", he winked. I was so angry! He made me think that I had really said it?! That jerk! I stood up quickly, gathering my overnight bag and my few items that were strewn about the room. My fuzzy house slippers, which were actually Lukas's slippers that I 'borrowed' years ago and just simply never had given back. My toiltetries and a few articles of clothing that I had left out.

I turned around and searched for Lukas. It seemed that he had gone downstairs and then the scent of bacon hit me hard and strong. My mouth watered profusely. I adored bacon. Lukas knew that very well, but he also knew that I was trying very hard to be a vegitarian. It's for my health. I can do this. I want to be healthy. I want to be small. I can do this. I silently repeated my mantra to myself as I gathered my items.

Stealing a glance around the room, I tiptoed over to Lukas's closet and quietly removed his black "TWLOHA" shirt. I smiled to myself and took his Old Spice off of the dresser. After giving his shirt a healthy dose of "Swagger", I slipped his shirt into my bag.

"Jesus Christ, Heaven! Get down stairs and eat this bacon before I make you!", Lukas hollered up the stairs. I laughed softly to myself and grabbed a pair of wrinkled, previously worn skinny jeans. I hurriedly threw them on and slipped on one of my random vintage Yankees jersey.

I lived for vintage clothing. I had several vintage dresses, loads of 80's clothes and jewlery. I was definatly a child of the past. My day and age never really respected my style. Oh well, they were missing out! I tossed my overnight bag down the stairs and hopped down them, trying to slip on my Chuck Taylors at the same time.

"Gooood morning, Parisville! I hope you've had a great time listening to some kickin' tunes with me, your DJ! Don't forget to call in and vote for me, Tucker Andrees, as DJ of the month so that I can keep sending those awesome notes your way!". Lukas clapped at the radio and made some funny "Owwt owt" noises. That was my brother, Tucker, on the radio. It had become a daily ritutal for everyone we knew to listen to the radio every morning.

The smell of bacon wafted toward me, yet again and I could no longer resist. I sank into my chair at the table and propped my feet up on the corner of it. "Waiter! Oh, waiter!", I called out.

"Yes, m'lady?", Lukas asked. He smiled and threw a stained washcloth over his arm. Walking over to me, he kissed me on the forehead and then mashed a pompous look on his face. "I'm sorry madamouiselle, but we do not allow legs on the table until 5 o'clock. It is most clearly still 10 o'clock.", he said with a horrible fake French accent.

I laughed and removed my legs from the table. Lukas smiled and went back to cooking breakfeast. I propped my head up on the palm of my hand and studdied him. It was so weird. I felt like I was watching him through new eyes. All I could see was how handsome he was.

The baby fat that had always stuck to his cheeks as a child had dissolved away, leaving beautiful high cheekbones. He wasn't a athlete for school, but he played every game possible in his spare time. All of that work made his muscles clearly stand out. His skin was smooth with a deep tan over his already naturally tanned skin. I guess working in the yard all day and playing sports outside in the sun for hours on end could do that to a person.

"I love you, Lukas.", I said softly. I startled myself. I said this to him almost daily. Maybe even hourly. He was my best friend. Of course I loved him! Up until recently thought, I thought I had only loved him as I loved Tucker, as my friend and as my brother. But when those words snaked their way past my locked lips I realized that their meaning was nothing at all like what I had thought they had meant.