Sorry,Dad~Chapter Eight~

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Rebeca

"Maybe we're just having to much fun-"

I grabbed my phone and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey,Beca." Luke spoke as I heard a sniffle.

"What's wrong?" I asked him as I sat up on Soph's bed.

"I've got a cold." He sniffled.

"Oh." I sighed and leaned back.

"I was wondering if you could come over and help me with something." He coughed.

"But you're sick." I whined.

"I helped you when you were sick!" He said on the other end.

I smiled.

"I guess.I'll be there in like a while. I'm at Soph's house right now." I said into the phone.

"Oh ok. Tell her I said hi." He said and hung up.

"Luke says Hi and he needs me." I said asI stood up.

"Well,tell him I said hi when you get to him." Soph smiled.

"Are you guys dating yet?" Angel asked.

"No,we're just friends." I said to her.

"That's how Calum and I started." She winked.

"And plus I would never do that to my friend." I said while looking at Jack who was glaring at Angel.

"Welp,bye!" I said and left the house and got in my car and drove to Luke's house.

Luke and I have been best friends since grade 1.

Some people say that a boy and a girl can't be as close as us without falling in love but we showed them.

He's just my best friend,nothing more and nothing less.

After The Drive

I arrived at Luke's house and walked up the steps and walked right in.

I walked up to Luke's room and knocked on his door.

"Come in!" He called hoarsely.

I pushed open his door to see him wrapped in blankets and an untouched bowl of soup sat on his bed side table.

"Luke,you should really eat that." I said to him and pointed at the soup.

"Nuh uh." He said acting like a kid.

"Come on. It'll make you feel better." I said as I sat at the foot of his bed.

"But then I have to go back to school." He groaned.

"You're such a kid Lucas." I said while smiling at him.

"And you're suck an adult."He stuck his tongue out at me and then smiled innocently.

"Can you sing me a song?" He asked me while looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Uh,sure." I said and grabbed his guitar.

I tuned it and then played a couple cords.

"I've gotta couple of things that I'd like to tell,

About a boy who knows me quite very well.

He knows my favorite things,

He knows what makes me sad.

Whenever he's around, oh I'm never mad.

He says the funniest things, he makes me feel alright.

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