Looking down from heaven

Blonde hair, blue eyes.

Lucas' pov
My mouth pulled me forward like a magnet to Leela's lips.

Nope. I dragged myself away before the predicted happened.

I sat back. Shuffling my ass into my seat. I just had to think about something else.

Chloe.

Her beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes swimming with guilt.

Wait.

That wasn't Chloe...

That was Leela.

Nope. Okay- C.H.L.O.E- Think about Chloe.

C to the E to the E to the L to the A

Shit. I'm not in love with anyone called Ceela?

OK. CHLOE SUMMERS.

Her cute dimples that sunk into her face while she giggled to rom coms.

Chloe hated rom coms! I remember because I accidentally put on 'ten things I hate about you' and she gave me the death stare. But with a cheeky grin that spread across her face.

But I know someone who did love rom coms.

HOW HARD CAN IT GET?
Pretty hard when your watching Jennifer Laurence and Chris Hemsworth make out. It was very... Hypnotic

SHUT UP

Focus on Chloe.

Think of how sexy she looks in a stunning red dress with a matching lipstick, which went oh so perfectly with her twinkling blue eyes.

Chloe has brown eyes. And never wore red because she said it made her look frumpy. She had told me this when we were discussing what she should wear to my party. She told me with her eyebrows knitted together and a deep frown that swept down low and a cute sparkle in her eye. I laughed and she tried to hold it together but ending up giggling with her cheeks blushing a fluorescent pink.

The thing is that was cute and but Leela was sexy and-

My gosh.

I was in love with Leela Honours.

And I was about to ki-

She kissed me first.

Her lips were so tender, warm and soft. Her rosebud lips tasted to heavenly. So...amazing.

SHIT!

What am I doing?

THIS IS MESSED UP!

I can't! Why am I not pulling away?

LUCAS BRINDLEY. STOP KISSING LEELA HONOURS.

Lucas?

LUCAS?

I put my hand on her velvety hair and stroked it and sighed.

She gave wonderful kisses.

She winked at me and licked her lips.

I sighed.

Half of the sigh- in love.

The other half- knowing that this shit was messed up and not knowing what to do.

And before I knew what was happening- I was being pulled away.

By a soft, creamed hand.

The pull however, was not so soft.