Chapter 15: Record Store Day

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Lucy's POV:

"Lucy, wake up. Come on, wake up."

I groaned as I opened my eyes and pain shot through the my head like a spiked bullet. So this is what a hangover felt like. I blinked a couple of times before sitting up. I propped myself up with the pillow and groaned again.

My eyes focused on a dark figure sat in front of me. "Morning Button. Drink this and swallow the pill when you're ready. It should help with your hangover. Breakfast will be downstairs," he said, pushing himself off the bed. I sighed and nodded.

I closed my eyes again and moaned. I took to pain killers and eventually went down stairs to eat breakfast. The aroma of pancakes and waffles cooking filled the room and took over my body like a storm. I smiled at Blake cooking as I sat down at the table. He spun around and flipped some of the pancakes into a plate, drizzled them in syrup, and topped them with fruit.

I stared at the food on the plates hungrily. Blake laughed at my expression. "So, now you know what being hungover feels like," he said, smirking. I rolled my eyes and winced. My head was screaming at me to lie back down.

"Shut up. This is the first and last one until I'm twenty one," I said, shoveling pancake and fruit into my mouth at lightning speed. Blake laughed again. "I was wondering if you wanted to have a chill day. Maybe go to the record store, pick out some classics," Blake said, fiddling with the placemat. I stared at him.

"Record store? They still have those?" I asked. Blake laughed nervously. "Yeah, they do. They've got one near Sweet Tooth actually. If you don't mind going, you can get ready when you want," he said. I nodded slowly.

Blake coughed loudly. I stared at him, surprised by his sudden outburst. He caught me staring and cracked a weak smile, "Wha-"

And he returned to coughing up his lungs. I laughed and him a glass of water. He grabbed from my grasp before chugging it and gasping for air. I chuckled. "Are you okay?"

He nodded curtly. "I'm going to get ready. I haven't been to the record store in forever," I said, finding a pair of his mother's clothes and walking into the restroom to change. I looked at the floor as I passed the mirror. I was getting sick of looking at myself. Judging myself.

I hated it. I wanted to be done with calling my face with makeup to please others, when I really thought I was pleasing myself. I grinned to myself, whispering to myself how strong I was. I slid the baby blue t-shirt over me, pulled on the jeans, sneakers from last night, and a beanie I had stolen from Blake.

I walked out into the living room to see Blake shoving file drawers closed. I ignored it and smiled at him, expectantly. He looked at me and grinned, flashing me his million dollar smile.

"Damn girl, are you a magician? Cause when I look at you, everything else disappears," Blake said, shyly rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at me. I turned red with embarrassment and looked at the floor. I looked up to see him biting his lip. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming at how amazing he looked. But I played it cool....

"....shut up."

Facepalm.

He laughed, throwing his head back as I turned a deeper red because of blushing. I bit my lip as I smiled at him. How was this boy so good to me? What did I do to deserve this?

My phone rang out, interrupting our moment and I fumbled to get it out of my pocket. "Hello?" I asked, motioning Blake to shush. He nodded. "Luce? Hey, just wanted to let you know that the shop is all mine today. I'm having my roommates over for tea and cake. Interrupt us and I might kill you. Just kidding, of course, but still. Love you!"Eve said before hanging up.

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