"Why all of a sudden are you bringing this up?" I inquired.
"Well, I don't know... I feel like I'm an asshole to you. Am I?" Lucas urged, his tone tensing as if his life depended on my answer.
"I don't think you're a bad person at all. Not one bit," I barked, somewhat angrily. Not sure why he'd even ask. "Listen, you're still drunk. You're probably gonna forget about this anyways." I moved to my bed and sat down.
"Do you have anything I could wear? Y'know for bed?" He twiddled his thumbs, almost nervous and scared.
"Of course. I mean I don't since I'm kinda smaller, but I'm sure my dad will let you borrow something," I reassured him. "Just let me find something. I held out my index finger, giving a 'one second, I'll be right back' motion. I closed the door behind me and opened my parent's bedroom door and walked inside. I wandered over to my father's dresser, opening up to sweatpants and shirts, convenience. "Okay, hmm." I pondered, grabbing grey sweatpants and a black shirt with a few stains every here and there. I walked the clothes back to him.
"Thanks. Hey, you don't mind me changing in here right?" He requested.
"No, I'll just step grab pajamas and get dressed downstairs. Kill two birds with one stone, huh?" I said, giggling awkwardly.
"Okay Mini, you do that," he said softly. He scootched over, allowing me to go through my drawers, finding a tye dye shirt. Yellow and white swarming in a spiral, along with a pair of loose shorts that stemmed up to my upper thighs.
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RomanceWhen 16-year-old Noah Brooks finds out he is leaving his current home to go to a different state, he's distraught and scared. There's nothing fun about moving, there's the new house, having to go to a different school, making new friends... and Luca...
