Falling for him

{Chapter twenty one}

As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.

-Henry David Thoreau

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After arriving home, I said goodbye to Nathan and he went to his house.  As I began unlocking the front door of my house, Lucas parked his car and approached me; he had a cheesy smile on his face, as usual.

"Hey baby sis. Did it actually take you nearly two hours walking home? My gosh, you're extremely unfit if so." He chuckled as I glared at him then walked into the house, with him following behind.

"No, I actually got a lift."

"Well, we surely don't live that far from school. So I would appreciate an explanation." He narrowed his eyes at me as I plopped down onto the couch.

"I got a lift from Nathan, and on the way home we went to a cafe." I told him.

"Oh okay." He said as he sat down next to me. "Wait, like a date?"

I shook my head, "no we just stopped by for some hot chocolate."

"Hmm okay, you've been spending a lot of time with him recently. Is there something I should know?"

"No, we're just friends." I shrugged.

"I hoped so."

"Anyway, guess what!" I squealed.

"Ouch, my ears." He groaned. "What's up?"

"I applied for a job, and I've got a small interview tomorrow." I grinned but Lucas responded with a small frown. "What?"

"You're getting a job? I mean you don't have to, I'm trying hard to provide enough for both us. I'm sorry, if it's not enough." He added as he flicked the hem of his shirt.

"No, don't apologise. I want to get a job, for experience and it'll help out a little. Also the cafe is a really nice place, I loved it as soon as I walked in." I explained.

"Oh, well that's okay... I guess. I'll take you tomorrow."

"You don't have to take me." I said, making him raise an eyebrow. "I mean, Nathan said that he'll go with me."

"Fine." He shrugged. "Anyway I'm going to make dinner, come help me?" He stood up and began walking towards the kitchen.

"Okay." I muttered as I followed him.

Lucas and I spent the next hour or so making pasta bake, throwing cheese at each other, and dancing around the kitchen with music on extremely loudly until we got a phone call from our neighbours, telling us to be quiet or they'd call the cops. A little extreme, if you ask me.

"This tastes too good, like you and I cooked this and you're the worst cook ever." Lucas spoke as he stuffed his mouth with a fork full of saucy goodness.

"Yeah it actually tastes good, but excuse me, I'm not the worst cook ever." I frowned as I glared at him.

"Yes you are, but if it makes you feel better, there must be someone out there who is worse at cooking." He chuckled.

"You're just plain mean." I shook my head.

"You know I'm joking." He said then threw a piece of pasta at me, making me groan.

"Err, I just got changed after you decided that it'd be funny to throw a bowl full of grated cheese at me, and then you took a picture and put it on Instagram; you're extremely childish not going to lie."