enemies flames - lrh

eight.

Lennon's POV:

"Have a great day at the foster home sweetie."

Just as I finish putting on my shoes, I turn to see my mom holding a paper brown lunch bag in her hand making me smile. It's still something she does for me if she catches me early enough. I always appreciate her taking the time to make me lunch and never fail to be over the moon appreciative.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it," I say taking the lunch from her as she kisses me on the cheek.

"Anything in the world for you, my beautiful daughter," she says, tucking a strange of my long blonde hair behind my ear and shooting me a smile.

My mom and I have a great relationship as we've always been very close. I'm extremely thankful for this and couldn't imagine a life without her. 

"You have a good day as well," I say to her, straightening out my white ruffle romper I had picked out for today. I matched it with a pair of white sneakers and pulled my hair back with a silk ribbon, leaving a few strands out.

"How's that boy you were telling me about who's volunteering to rebuild the art home?" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee, grabbing my attention before I exit the house completely. 

I shrug my shoulders, not entirely knowing how to explain it, "He's good, I just don't think he's the biggest fan of me."

My mom's eyebrows furrow in confusion as she says, "How could you think that? It's impossible not to like you."

"Apparently it's pretty possible," I say in a joking way with a small laugh. "It's alright though, I think we're just opposites."

My mom sighs, clearly not pleased with the idea of someone not liking me. Then again, she knows I don't have any friends so it can't come as that much of a surprise to her. Why would the new guy at the foster home just magically like me? 

"Just give it time. I'm sure he'll come around."

I nod even though I don't need him to like me but I certainly would like it better if he did. I feel like a bother to him all the time and I just want to make his time there enjoyable like my own. It'd be nice to have a friend there but I think he doesn't care to have any friends there. It seems like he prefers to be more in and out, as opposed to someone who gets to know everyone there. 

"I'm sure too," I say, just to keep her from worrying. I don't want her feeling bad for me because it really isn't a big deal. I've learned that I can't force people to like me and if they don't, that's okay. "Anyway, I'm going to get going. I'll see you when I get home!"

My mom waves goodbye to me, luckily not pushing the conversation further as I hurry outside and spot my bike leaning against the house. I jump on it, gripping onto the handlebars as I admire the light pink, beach cruiser that really is my means of transportation. It's remained perfectly in tact for a long time and I don't know what I'd do without it. 

 Biking out of my driveway, I stay on the sidewalk considering it's a pretty straightforward and quick ride. The home isn't too far from my own and the weather makes it that much easier for me.

I can't help the smile that crosses my lips as I appreciate the beautiful weather surrounding me and look forward to the day to come. I don't know what my day will consist of but I look forward to it regardless. I'm excited to be in a place that makes me so happy and is capable of fulfilling me in the best way possible. 

I'm lucky to be a part of something that's so rewarding and is capable of making me feel really good about myself. It's such a simple way to help out and all the while, goes such a long way. I wonder if Luke feels the same.