Bus Stops and Coffee

Chapter 8

Lucas' POV

It seemed like a really good idea at the time. She was relaxed, and her lips had looked so inviting. They still did.

"Over here." said Darrel; snapping his fingers in front of my face. He was really pissed, having just caught myself and his sister kissing on the sofa.

The look on her face mirrored mine and her face turned as red as her hair. It hadn't taken long for her to scramble off his lap, and move as far across the room as she could. Darrel had abandoned the groceries by the door and declared that we need to talk. So now we; the offenders were seated on the couch and Darrel was busy pacing the carpet.

"On a good note, I cleaned up the house." I tried to reason. He pinned me with a glare and I instantly shut up.

"Riley, how old are you?" he asked.

"You know how-"

"How old are you?" he asked again; cutting her off.

"16."

"Thats right. Lucas how old are you?"

"Really man?"

"Don't test my patience." I sighed dramatically.

"21." I answered in the exact voice from the video.

"I'm serious here!" Darrel exclaimed. I could see Riley out the corner of my eye, trying to stifle her laughter.

"Riley, I'm not gonna tell you that you can't have a boyfriend till college. That's moms problem, not mine. But I will tell you to be careful." he told her.

A surprised look was on her face.
"And you." he said turning to look at me.

"You hurt my sister and you're dead." he said simply. I stared at him as he moved back to the doorway; surprised by his straightforward and nonchalant attitude.

"Don't just sit there. Help me with these." he demanded. Riley and I exchanged a glance before standing.

"Get the other bag from the trunk he told me." I nodded my head and walked outside. A shiver ran through my body, I could feel the cold but I just wasn't affected by it. I couldn't get sick.
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"Is that it?" I asked my brother.

"Is what it?"

"That's all you have to say? You're not gonna scold me?"

"I already told you no. Do you want me to yell and ground you?" he said giving me an annoyed look.

"No!" I said waving my hands in front of me.

"Then stop asking for it." he moved to the kitchen with two bags in his hands. I picked up mine which was kinda heavy and took it to the kitchen. Lucas came in through the door with the last bag and Darrel held up the car keys; clicking the button to lock the doors.

I reached up into the shelves to put stuff away; having to stand on my tippy toes and stretch. Lucas stood easily behind me and just casually placed the box of Frosted Flakes on the shelf.

"Show off." I muttered.

"Short." he replied, but he didn't move from behind her.

"I guess that little talk we all had means that your brother isn't mad about what he saw." Lucas whispered.

"I guess it does."

"If you guys are gonna get heated again, at least take it outside. Cool yourselves off in the snow." he told us.

"You heard him."

"W-wait!" Lucas didn't listen to me. He hurriedly pulled me to the door and made me put on my coat and boots. He put his coat back on and then ran outside. I watched him throw snow up in the air and push it around like a little child.