--= Vikk's + POV =--
Sighing I stared down at my phone. Scanning through all of the contacts I paused as one caught my eye.
'Lachlan ❤ Power️'
Smiling a little at the name tag I clicked on it. Immediately showing our last conversation.
'So how are you feeling Vikk?'
'A little better. Not by much though.'
'Do you still think you can come to Canada?'
'How can I not? You're there. Aren't you?'
'That's my little Vikky Sticky, and yeah, I'm here. To be honest I really need help with Rob. Mitch and Jerome are coming over, you're coming over........ He just needs close friends right now.'
'Yeah, I rate that. Hmm, maybe we should visit Preston's Grave?'
'No. That'll only make him worse. O.O Hey Vikk? I have to go now, I'll talk to you later though. Love you! <3'
'Love you too Lachlan <3. Stay safe!'
Heart warmth bubbling inside my chest I reread the last two texts on the phone..... This looked so different. Yet so.....Normal.
There isn't any flirting, any sexting, just.....Normal. Like the conversation fit perfectly in a puzzle of friendship....... But then why does it feel like something more?
I never used to write I love you to anyone else. Not to Jerome, or Mitch, or Rob.....Not even Preston! The cute Texan I loved so much!
....... The Texan's who's mine now. But.....But it doesn't feel like it. Glowering at the phone I tossed it to the other side of the room.
Landing right next to a photo of the Pack hanging above my bed. Inching my head towards the direction of the frame, I stared.
Jerome was wearing his penguin hat and a black suit with a purple coloured tie. To the right of him was Mitch. Wrapping his arm around Jerome by the waist.
Mitch's eyes twinkled with mischief and excitement, as the red and black checkered hoodie stood out. Making his eyes pop.
To the left of Jerome was Rob. Leaning on Preston's shoulder who was at the end of the chain. And Preston was smiling dreamily back at him.
To the right of Mitch, was me. A light, awkward blush tipped at my cheeks like it always does when I stared into a camera and Lachlan....
Feeling like the breath was knocked out of me I stared even more intensely. Gazing into the photographed Lachlan's face I slowly reached my hand up to touch it.
Lachlan's eyes were a striking electric blue. His hair was scruffy yet neat at the same time. His smile stretched to the tips of his face and it looked as welcoming as his personality.
Lachlan was wearing a red hoodie with jeans. Exactly like his mine craft skin I continued to analyze the Australian........
How could I have not noticed this before? Tracing my hands lightly across the photographed section where Lachlan was poised I smiled as I noticed something.
Lachlan's eyes peeping downwards I followed his eyes. Inching down my vision a little bit I saw him staring at a pair of hands......
Our, Pair of hands.......
