The Wrong Best Friend

Chapter Two: Hands Down!

        Chapter 2: HANDS DOWN!

"God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you."
- Rascal Flatts.

"Lucas! Come downstairs, we have new neighbours." Marie yells and once again I flinch back. Being small and petite doesn't stop her from having that loud of a voice.

I harmonically tap my fingers thinking that another small kid is going to come running from those stairs. But when my eyes fall on the figure already making his way towards us I straighten up, his countenance knocking the wind out of me.

I don't know if time really slowed down or he was making it more dramatic then it already was, but the way he descended from those stairs made me feel I was casted in a movie where the guy makes his perfect entry.

He ran his hand through his hair as he spoke to my mother with a deep dimple on his right cheek and the whole time I don't dare take my eyes off him even when his eyes flicker to me for a spilt second. I take this as my chance to drink in his appearance.

His dirty blonde hair was swept over above his beautiful pair of hazel eyes veiled by thick black eyelashes. His arms were strong and toned and I had this wierd urge to be held by them. His white tee accentuated his muscular build and I imagined what would it be like if I hold onto them for my dear life.

Get a grip Els! You sound pathetic.

But when his eyes meet mine, my knees almost give out and it takes every ounce of will power not to gasp out loud. Good Lord! I haven't seen eyes like those in my life. His eyes were the color of milk chocolate edged with deep forest-green, both the colors swirling together.

And when he smiled both colors dazzled with a glow, the deep brown and green color dancing around its edge. They were so divine.

"Um Hello?" His voice brings my head out of the clouds and I clear my throat looking around to see everyone already gone.

Wow! I spaced out that bad?

He dramatically bows, holding his hand out, eyes glinting with a hint of mischief,

"Lucas Alexander James. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He says, a charming smile tugging his lips up.

I smile suppressing my chortle and lay my hand on his, playing along as I lift my chin.

"Eleanor Claire Mae Emmerson."

He straightens up grinning like a Cheshire cat and I let my own grin overtake my features.

"So I guess you'd prefer Luke rather than Lucas?" I asked tilting my head to the right studying his tall features.

Soccer? Basketball?

"Oh! Finally Someone." he vigorously shakes my hand and I lower my eyes to our hands.

He didn't let go yet.

He notices this too cause he almost instantly lets go of my hand clearing his throat. My hand limply falls over my side and I bite my lip awkwardly.

"So Luke huh?" I ask initiating a conversation.

"Yep Luke for you, Lucas sounds kinda old." his nose scrunches up and I giggle.