I just have to get out.

Part 9

As I turned back round, I didn't start running again. I felt sure that I had given Ethan the slip. I stopped here and there to peer in the windows, looking at various objects for sale, from new clothes to cutlery and crockery. Shame I didn't bring my money out, I would've walked in there and bought some new items, just to cheer myself up, I thought, sighing along. Continuing on my journey back to the house, I stopped now and then, only to find myself not even caring anymore.

It took a while for me to find my way back, since I had to keep stopping to check in stores and then for me to check if Ethan was behind me but I eventually did make it back. Luca was waiting outside. Uh Oh. Either I was going to be in big trouble or I was going to be fussed over like I had been gone for months.

"Yvonne! Where have you been?! Ethan came back about 5 minutes ago, saying something about you getting lost and separated from him on the way back and he didn't know where you went", Luca fussed, bringing me into his embrace before I could storm inside and just punch Ethan. "I worried.." He mumbled, mostly into my hair. I pulled back, giving Luca a quick look over. Still looking good, nothing was out of place, except for a few stray hairs which I tucked back into place. "I'm back," I muttered, placing my finger on lips so he couldn't give any more reasons to tuck me away into a small corner in his room or have me spied on.

I moved round Luca, into the house. I wanted to avoid Ethan, even if I did mention about wanting to punch him. What was his problem!? Why did he even try anything in the first place? It wasn't something she could explain. I heard Luca step behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. "Aren't you going to tell everyone that I'm not lost or something?" I asked him, wondering if he was just going to keep me a secret for a bit. Just then, on the radio that had gotten turned on in my absence, All American Rejects came on with 'Dirty Little Secret.' How ironic.

Luca chuckled, a deep chuckle that moved throughout his body. "Since when did you become worried with what everyone else was thinking? Hmm?" He mumbled, tightening his grip around my waist and slightly swaying us both in sort of rhythm. I reached up, still letting myself be swayed by Luca, wrapping my arms around his neck and bring his head slightly low so I could reach. But, obviously nothing goes the right way, someone cleared their throat in the doorway.

"Young love may be forever blooming outside, but in this household it's my rules and I say no more than affectionate hugs may be given. Unless, obviously behind closed doors of BEDROOMS," Lucas' mothers stern, yet caring voice carried across to us, emphasizing the word 'Bedroom' as if it was obvious what she was saying. "So, anyway, my lovelies. What's happening now? Are we going to have something to eat or we just going to stand here and 'natter' away like we're having an old mothers meeting?" Her question raised my eyebrows slightly, giving Krissy (that was her name) a slight smile on her lips. I glanced at Luca, to see that he had a similar look to his mothers, though his smile being more than just small.

He looked at me, holding out his arm, in a gentleman-way. "Do thou agree to take my arm and accompany me to the kitchen?" Now this just makes me giggle and get a slight tinge to the cheeks. "I do," was my answer as I took his arm and moved with him out of the front room and into the hallway. It was slightly colder in the hallway, but that was soon forgotten as we moved into the kitchen where a rush of warm air moved to greet us, rushing at us, embracing us with warm open hands. Everyone was already in the kitchen, including Ethan.