His blonde, her brunette, one beautiful mess

[8] Blazing amber

"So you're not trying to jump out of the window?" he asked with a raised brow and came to the table. I took his hand and he helped me get back in.

"I don't think I would have gone through with it," I shrugged and found myself eye to eye with him. "It was a bad idea." 

"What are you doing here?" Lucas asked, confusion written all over his face. "I thought you were flying back to Canada and never wanted to see me again."

"Plans change," I said and leaned back onto the table. He was so close I could almost feel the heat radiating off his body. And his smell... Warm and smokey, intoxicating as hell. 

"You've told him yet?" 

Lucas and I both looked to the door where Ethan's head was peeking in. Seeing them next to each other really made me see their similarities and differences. They had the same face, but the brown of their hair was different and Lucas's eyes were a much more burnt amber colour than Ethan's. And one of Ethan's brow twisted more than the other, while Lucas had a slight scar running over his right brow. 

"Did I ruin your moment?" 

"What the hell is going on?" Lucas looked between me and his brother. "Wait did you..." 

"Dude she's your rebound, not mine." 

"I'm no one's rebound!" 

"What haven't you told me yet?" Lucas's eyes were on me like a seagull's on a fish.

"I'm... it's..." My brain was fumbling for words and I hated not being able to form a sentence

"Oh spit it out already!" Ethan groaned from the door. "She's not Canadian."

"You're not?" Lucas still sounded confused but there was a tinge of something relieved in his voice. "Why would you lie..."

"Because she's an east-sider!" 

I had to remember never to tell Ethan anything from now on, he was like a sifter when it came to keeping secrets. 

"Ethan I thought you had my back," I muttered before looking back at Lucas. 

"Is it true?" His eyes were ablaze. 

"...Kind of.... yes, yes it is." I stood straighter. 

"I should have guessed," he laughed half-heartedly, dragging his hand through that dark brown hair. "You took that buss that mainly goes to the west side."

The buss he'd almost taken the first time we'd met before realizing it was the wrong one.

"I'm so fucking stupid," Lucas groaned and I felt a bit bad about how disappointed he seemed to be about where I was actually from. Then I remembered being from east of the tracks was nothing to be ashamed of, so I held my head high. "I mean it was too good to be... Why did Ethan let you in? Why were you here anyways and why where you trying to jump out of the window?"

"That's a lot of questions," I pointed out and he gave me a 'are you serious right now' look. "You should probably sit down." He didn't move. "Okay then, I'll go sit down." I pushed past him and gave Ethan a glare as I made my way to the couch. That little shit had totally breached my trust. 

Lucas sat down in front of me and crossed his hands over his chest. I mirrored the movement, preferring it over having them awkwardly in my lap. 

"Talk."

"Stop being so bossy," I retorted. 

"I'm sorry did you expect me to be on my knees or something?"