Eccedentesiast || l.r.h.

Chapter 7 - Thoughts

"Hey Azalea, wanna play?" Arzel held up his controller. Sure why not? "Sure why not?" I took the controller and made myself comfortable on the carpeted floor.

"We're gonna beat your ass Luke," Michael, who was beside me, whispered. "I'd like to see you try," I smirked.

3. 2. 1. The race began. I played as Princess Peach. So they could kiss my royal ass when they pass the finish line but already see me standing there, waiting for them.

It was a snowy biome. Hard to see really. But I still made my way to the first, like I promised.

"HAH!" I shouted with such adrenaline pumping through my veins. "DAMMIT!" Michael shouted. Calum and Ashton only laughed in defeat. "HOLY CRAP. DID LUKE LITERALLY BEAT YOU GUYS TO THE FIRST," Luke laughed. I laughed too. "SHUT UP LUKE," Michael shouted, "BOTH LUKES." We all laughed.

"Wait I'm confused," Arzaylea said. "There's two Lukes?" "Yeah, my name also contains Luke, Arzaylea," I droned. She raised an eyebrow in response. "Oh!" She remembered then. "Yeah," I rolled my eyes, "Wouldn't expect you to remember my middle name, out of all people," I said sarcastically.

Technically, she didn't hear me, at least I don't think she did. "That's cute," she said, meaning for it to be a compliment but I'd much rather take it as a mock.

"Dinner's ready," I heard mom's summon. I was the first to stand up and walk over to the dining room.

Mom had prepared a few different cuisines. There was a platter of roast chicken, a bowl of classic Caesar salad, a bowl of mash potatoes with gravy and iced mango juice for everyone. As for dessert, I could smell bread pudding and pumpkin pie still cooking up in the kitchen.

I pulled out a chair where Arzaylea usually sits. At the very end of our rectangular table. That usually seemed to piss her off. But it didn't. Instead, she took a seat next to Luke. Great, so I was stuck at that crappy place right at the end of the table for nothing.

So we ate dinner. No big deal. Just I almost barfed when googly eyes exchanged by Luke and Arzaylea freaking happen and Arzaylea helping Luke cut his chicken. For god's sake just let the boy cut up his own chicken, will you? Also, did I mention I almost barfed?

I was overjoyed when dinner was over. I didn't really stuff myself too much. Then I remembered such thing called dessert existed. I didn't really feel like having any so I excused myself. My parents were wretched because of my excusal, but I told them that it was fine and they should proceed to dessert without me. They then sorrowfully nodded their heads and excused me.

On my way out, I grabbed a notepad and a pencil that was lying around. I always had them around the house. I went outside to the porch of my house. It was already dark and also cooling. I sat on the stair of my porch. The wooden base of it felt damp but it wasn't and it gave a neat effect of a cool seat. I really enjoyed it there rather than the stuffy dining room. I started little random doodles. And by random, I mean what was going on in my head.

I went for a petite little daisy, but I messed up and it became an intense scribble. I let myself breathe.

You're going to have to deal with your sister now. I told myself. But hey, I've been dealing with my sister for years now, what made it different that night. Maybe it's because she's onto something you're chasing as well. And my thoughts stopped. What could what I just said possibly make any sense or mean anything?

What was she chasing, that I was chasing too? I didn't really strain my brain that time for an answer. I wish I did. Would've saved me from the trouble of feeling a lot of feelings at the same time.

I mirrored my thoughts. Nothing. They were all the same. Just questions. Questions of what and why. Then someone intervened my thoughts. Thank goodness, I thought I was going to get lost in my own head. Maybe I already was.

Someone opened the door, walked out of of it, closed it and called my name, "Luke?" I turned around. It was Luke. The porch light was going bad, but it gave out a faint glow. I genuinely smiled at him, genuinely happy he came to join me. "Yeah?"

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked and I felt my face drop, "Are you fUCKING KIDDING ME?" I threw my only pencil at him.