Year 2934

Chapter 2

Lucas's POV

"You are so beautiful. To me. Can't you see!" Weston squeals out the notes. He was off pitch, but it was still entertaining to watch him attempt to sing with a brush as a microphone. "You're everything I hoped for! Everything I need!"

Hayden was joining in the giggle fest. I buried my head into his chest as I laughed.

"You are so beautiful....to me," Weston ends, still completely out of tune with the music.

"Bravo! Encore!" I say, pumping my fist into the air. Weston smiled. He knew he had accomplished what he had been trying to do. I had had a rough day, and an even rougher week. He had went to the trouble of singing, out of tune might I add, to make me feel better.

"You are the bestestestest!" I squeal, jumping up and wrapping my arms around him.

"So I bake you cookies, and all you say is 'thanks.' Then he sings you a song, and you tell him he is the 'bestestestest,' which isn't even a word," Hayden pouts, "Fine, I see where I stand."

Weston and I share glances before we all three burst into a round of laughter. "Hayden, you didn't even make those. Your mom did," I reply, plopping back down in my spot beside him.

"I still brought them to you," he points out, nudging the box with his foot.

"Yeah, and you ate all of them," I answer, lifting the lid where the cookies once stood.

"Okay, I guess I didn't give you cookies, but I still came by to offer moral support," he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

Swatting his arm, I stand and grin happily. Disappearing into the kitchen, I try to hide my little smile that he always unintentionally brings out of me. "Hayden, what would I do without you?" I say as I search the kitchen for a bowl. "Ugh, Weston. Where do you keep your bowls around here?" I complain. I had already opened every cupboard, and the bowls were still a no show.

"Why do you even need a bowl?" he replies, coming up beside me. Raising his brow, he reached over my head and gripped the hollow bowl.

"I am craving chips," I answer. Standing on the tips of my toes, I flail. Unsuccessfully, I ended up on the flats of my feet once more. "Why do you have to be so tall?"

Weston chuckles as he places the bowl onto the counter. "I am not tall. You are just short," he answers with a shrug.

"I am 5'5 thank you. That is average for a girl my age," I snap back. I grab a bag of potato chips and fill the bowl to the brim with the salty, round junk food. I rolled the bag up to conserve the remaining chips inside for later.

Taking the bowl, I returned to the living room with the bowl. Hayden waited only a millisecond before his greedy hands dove for the chips.

Weston takes the last spot on the couch beside me. His arm rests on my shoulders as he turns on the single television in their entire house. It was small, and it had only a few channels, because it was satellite. However, it served its purpose to keep us occupied.

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"It's getting pretty late guys. Maybe we should go home," Hayden suggests, looking to me. I had my head resting on Weston's lap, and Weston had been playing with the frizzy hair.

I glance at the clock and bolt up. My mother would kill me if she knew I was out this late, even if I was at Weston's house. My mom adores Hayden, but she despises Weston. I have never understood why, considering he was one of the only friends I had besides Hayden.

"I can walk her home," Weston offers, half smiling. His blonde hair slightly tousled from the long day.

Hayden looks between Weston and me before he nods. "All right. I am going to head out then. Stay safe, Lu," he states, kissing the top of my head as a friendly gesture. Or, what I consider friendly. He pats Weston on the shoulder before he disappears out the door.