Lucas

Lucas: Willow

I walked down the hall decorated with 'colourful' (well colourful to the university students.) boards, and a cream waterproof, particularly squishy floor to walk to lunch. That's when I saw her, Willow. Willow was studying for a PHD for a doctorate the same as I, it was our second year here and I'd only had a few conversations with her but she was very nice. At this moment I wasn't paying attention and we collided. "I'm so so sorry!!!!"
I frantically apologised flapping my arms round. "I-it's Ok."
Willow smiled and got up but it wasn't really. "You're Ok right? I mean I crashed into with a lot of speed."
Then she laughed. "I'm fine, are you?"
I was actually engaging in a conversation with her! "O-oh m-me Yeah I'm Fine."
"Ok."
We shared a nervous laugh, then Oliver walked over to me and thank goodness he saved me. "Hey Lucas, and Willow."
"Hi Oliver, how are you?"
Willow beamed at him, a small hinderance of jealousy swirled inside me but I ignored it.
"Oh I'm very good thank you, b-by the way chess club has been moved to a Thursday so I'll see you tomorrow?"
I didn't know Willow did chess.
"Definitely."
"Yay."
Willow had very beautiful blue eyes and silky, brown hair. She was wearing black shorts with a baggy, soft, white jumper t-shirt thing with a What seemed to be a cat kind of thing on it, whatever it was she looked cute in it. "Anyway I'm very hungry so me and Lucas are going to get lunch see you later!"
"Ok see you guys."
Oliver grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the café, might I add his favourite café that he never made me go to another on because it was 'disrespectful' to this café so we never adventured to the other cafés since the first month we were here.

We sat in the café and ate our lunch, I had a simple ham cheese sandwich while Oliver had a salad. "Ok so I think we should have a quiz!"
Oliver gleamed happily.
"Ok about what?"
I look at Oliver he was quite stylish to his own look, he was about an inch or 2 shorter than me and had a sort of brown blonde-y hair he was wearing black skinny jeans with a white t-shirt and a red checked shirt over the top which he pulled off better than most. "So is that a yes?"
Oliver question with a higher pitch at the end. "Ok Fine."
I jokingly groaned. Oliver covered his eyes. "What colour are my eyes?"
"Simple, ur.. Wait.."
"14 years of friendship an-"
"No no i know!!!"
I swear his eyes were blue maybe green... 14 years and I'm struggling with eye colour. "Blue."
I tried to sound confident, even though I wasn't. "Correct! Your turn!"
"Few..."
I actually got that one correct. "How did you not remember." Oliver crossed his arms in a joking way and exclaimed "I don't want to be friends any more."
We both laughed to that response. I covered my eyes to give him a taste of his own medicine. "Ok, What colour are my eyes?"
Instantly Oliver beamed with a smirk. "Hazel they look like brown to some people but they are hazel."
"Urgh... Correct."
"Yay!! Hmm ok favourite colour?"
"I would say red but knowing you it's probably the rainbow."
I joked knowing Oliver would know it was another joke, and so Oliver did with a laugh.
"Correct and, correct how did you know?"
Oliver sarcastically joked.