One Hope {A Lachlan Fanfic}

Eight

"Pokémon! Stop!" Lachlan yells, and I slam on the breaks.

"What the fuck, Lachlan?!?!" I yell back at him, noticing him glance up from his phone with a trace of a smile laced with amusement. His perfect blue eyes sparkle and he ruffles up my hair.

"It's worth it. It's a dragonite." He responds, stepping out of the car.

I sigh, grabbing the camera and following him. "Remind me why we are doing this at 11 at night?"

"I'll buy you Chinese." He calls back, jogging to the dragonite nearby.

"Oh. Yeah." I reply, remembering. "Let's go find that dragonite!!!" I enthusiastically yell, nearing him.

"You just want Chinese." Lachlan says, throwing a pokeball at the dragonite.

"So what? Chinese is guuuuddddd!" I respond as the dragonite breaks free.

"Dang it!" Lachlan yells, throwing a few more pokeball at it. After a few more attempts, he finally catches it.

We both scream in delight. "YES DRAGONITE!"

"NOW CHINESE!!" I add, shutting off the camera.

Lachlan facepalms. "You're like a pregnant woman but worse."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I ask, getting in the drivers seat.

You see, I lived in England, and the roads and driving style is the same. I mean, it took a couple days to get my license here, but I had no trouble adapting to Australia at all. (A/N: pretty sure it's w couple months but yolo.)

I run a hand through my hair and start the car as Lachlan continued looking for Pokémon on our way to the Chinese place. We stop outside the restaurant twenty minutes later and I parallel park. We step out of the car and Lachlan opens the door for me.

"Thanks." I say, stepping in the small place.

"Yep." Lachlan responds, stepping in beside me. We make our way to the front desk/ menu and I immediately see my favorite order.

"The sesame chicken please." I ask.

"And the sweet and sour chicken for me." Lachlan adds as the woman walks away.

We both banter in the meantime.

She returns a few minutes later with our food in the bag. "Here you go; that'll be $27.89 please (A/N: pretty sure they don't use American dollars but whatever)."

"My wallet." Lachlan whispers, but shuts up from the glare I give him. He sighs, paying the lady while I grab the food.

"Have fun, cute couple!" She says, and I immediately blush 383736383836282929 shades of red.

"Uuhh-u-uuuhhh-uuuhmmmm..... W-we-we're n-not d-d-dating." I stutter out, unable to fathom the idea of Lachlan and I together.

It's just a fantasy; a dream that will never come true.

As soon as I saw him, I realized that he was hot. But his personality makes him a lot more hotter....

I turn to Lachlan, whose ears are tinted slightly red but the blush is evident on his cheeks. "L-lets go, Cait." He says, grabbing my hand, which makes me want to pass out oh my gofhsndbshh, and dragging me out of the shop.

The ride home was slightly awkward.

We get out of the car and walk inside, immediately setting the food out and grabbing the needed utensils. We dig in, sharing some of our food, but devouring it all.

"Let's watch some Pokémon!" I cheer afterwards.

"Woah." Lachlan says, getting close to me and touching my forehead, causing my breathing to hitch.

"What?" I ask him, slightly tilting my head, confused.

"Are you alright?" He asks, moving his hand on my forehead.

I internally squeal. God I'm such a fangirl.

"I don't know." I respond, focusing on him.

"Because you've been spending a lot of time with me and you don't really like Pokémon." Lachlan answers, removing his hand from my forehead and causing my breathing to return to normal.

"What? Can I not watch Pokémon or something?" I ask.

"Well, you can. It's just you don't like it." He repeats.

"Is it wrong to not want to have a 'bonding session' with my friend?" I ask, pouting.

"'Bonding session?'" He asks.

"Yes, bonding session. You know, where we hang out and do stuff?" I respond, causing him to laugh and making a smile form on my face.

Whenever he's happy, I'm happy.

"Let's have a bonding session!" Lachlan says, picking me up in one swift move and slinging me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

"What the fuck!" I giggle, lightly slapping his back.

Internally, I'm a fucking mess. I'm screaming my head off.

"POKÉMOOOONNNNN!!!!!"