Painting a beautiful picture (on hold D': )

Chapter 10

*LUCAS' POV*

Real men don't cry. So suck it up. Fucking suck it up. You're second. Face it. She has a boyfriend. A boyfriend. A guy that will love her, and cherish her. A guy who wants to protect her, and will.

Not me.

She doesn't want me. I'm a when-convenient guy.

These are the words that ran through my head as I drove to Amy's house. As I pulled into her driveway, my eyes landed on a black pickup truck.

Preston?

Of course he would be here the day she was gone. I sighed. She's still my best friend so if it makes her happy, ill let them have their time.

I put my car in reverse, and backed out of her driveway, going home.

*AMYS POV*

"Does that feel nice?" Preston asked me in a cool, soothing tone. As much as my brain was screaming at me to end things here, I nodded and smiled as his chapped lips came in contact with my forehead. "I really do love you Amy. You know I'd never hurt you for fun, right?" Again I nodded silently, afraid if I opened my mouth to give a verbal response, a heart wrenching son would let loose. "You know I love you?"

At that I had to smile. A genuine smile. The boy didn't even have to ask a silly question like that! I loved him so much! I focused my eyes on his face and nodded, pulling a grin from him.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed up, making him stop his treatment to my- now purple- abdomen. Sitting up, I groaned in pain. But an hour or two of Preston's soothing treatment, it was now bearable.

"Of course I know you love me." I croaked out. I cleared my throat of its raspiness and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "As much as I love you." I whispered, looking him straight in the eye.

Something was off. I could feel it. A light pain came from my chest. Not from my physical injuries, but from my heart.

Almost as if it was breaking every time I told him that.

My mind automatically went to Lucas. I hadn't told him I wasn't showing up to school. Suddenly the guilt set in, and I knew how horrible of a best friend I was being.

Lucas and I have been attached to the hip science we first met each other. Ever since I started my relationship with Preston, I had began to see less and less of Lucas. I normally see Lucas at least every day.

I hadn't seen him in almost three days.

He doesn't stay the night anymore. My heart clenched at the thought of Lucas going back to his big house. His empty, big house. He's been living alone for three days now, and I'm just noticing?

But why does it matter if I'm in a relationship? We're still best friends when HE has a girlfriend. Why is it different because its me in a relationship? Granted he would always make time for me, but why?

The answer came full-force at me.

He was jealous.

I'm not spending enough time with him anymore.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Preston, gently stroking my hair.

"What are you thinking about, beautiful?" He asked me in a husky voice. I couldn't say Lucas now could I? So I lied.

"You."

"Funny, I was thinking about you, too."

As much as I love him, I have a duty as a best friend. I have to make this right.

A/n: so... Heh... I got kinda lazy. Sorry:D but guys, I have a problem. I'm really lost. I know what I want to do with this story, but I don't know how to get there. Private message me please, if you have a good idea for the next chapter. Credit will be given to you, but please private message me. You don't want to ruin it for everyone else! Think of it this way. You'll be the only one that knows what's in store next >:) (ill pm you back saying wether I used your idea or not. I may use multiple people's)

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