“I held his fucking hand, Laur! I held his hand, not like I held his hand to lead him to his bedroom or something. I actually held his hand,” I ran my hands through my wavy brown hair. Lauren’s here at my house. We were just laughing, eating our breakfast, drinking our coffee before she asked me about Luca. Lauren gasped dramatically, I rolled my eyes.
“You held a guy’s hand, Vic. That’s huge,” she nodded. “I think we both know where this is going, you know. You and Luca . . .” she batted her long eyelashes. I shook my head quickly, no.
“Oh by the way, I think I’m not going to continue the second book for a while,” I bit my lower lip. And when Lauren asked why, I gave her a simple “I don’t know”.
“I think you like Luca. Maybe that’s why you’re always not in the mood to write,” Lauren stated. She held her mug in her hands before she took a big gulp of her coffee.
“What do you mean? I don’t get it,” I made a weird face. I seriously don’t get it.
“You’re too busy with the people around you, for example, Luca. You’re too busy . . . holding his hand,” she winked before she continued. “And, that’s why you’re not focused on your book, you’re focused on Luca.” She raised her eyebrows, setting her mug back onto the coffee table.
“I don’t think so, Laur. Besides, Ryder kissed me a few days ago,” I shrugged. “You know what; I’m going to text him right now. And, I’ll probably have lunch with him later.”
Lauren raised her hands up in the air, “I’m so done with you. Bye.” She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left. I chuckled to myself, oh, Lauren.
I grabbed my phone and sent him a text,
To: Ryder
Hey, want to grab some lunch later? I want sandwich.
I locked my phone and walked to the bathroom and took a shower. When I was done, I walked back to my bedroom and opened my closet. I threw on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I applied a thin coat of mascara and I walked to the living room. I turned the television on and Eat, Pray, Love was on. More like Eat, Sleep, and Sex. I turned the television off and grabbed my phone,
From: Ryder
Sure. I’ll pick you up in a few minutes. I want taco.
I smiled to myself reading the text. I glanced at the clock, 11:57. My phone rang loudly and I rolled my eyes. I picked my phone up, “Hello?”
“Hey, Vic,” it was Luca. “My sister wants to add you on Skype; she wants to video call you later . . . or tonight. I’m going to visit her later so, yeah.”
“Sure, I would love—”
Knock, knock.
I walked towards the door and opened it. Ryder was there wearing a blue t-shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans. His hair was messier than usual. “Luca, I would love to. I can’t later so, tonight. I’m with Ryder right now,” I said to Luca. I smiled at Ryder who was waiting for me to finish the phone call with Luca.
“Um, okay then. Have fun, I guess,” Luca said.
“Thanks. Bye,”
“Bye,” and with that, he hung up. I shoved my phone in the pocket of my shorts. I walked to his car and Ryder walked beside me.
“So, sandwich or taco?” I asked.
*
“Pizza, seriously?” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh, come on. It’s pizza!” he grins.
“Pizza was not in the option, Ryder.” I muttered. Ryder dragged me inside and he sat down on a red colored couch. I sat down in front of him. Ryder called a waitress and we both ordered our food and when the waitress leaves, Ryder looks at me waiting for me to say something.
