Tamed

Chapter 2.

LUCAS

Truth be told, I am not really in for this relationship shit Nancy wants with me. For one, I enjoy the company of the girls. They swoon over me. Secondly, she asked me out and I should have just refused her but I agreed. No big deal about it. In actual sense, I am not the one who instigated the relationship talk, she is.

Despite that, I still don't get why she is not at peace with her step sister who happens to be my bestfriend.

I pick up my phone and notice that she dropped a message for me on whatsapp.

Are you home?
-Marie

Yeah, what's up?
-Me

Nothing. Can I come over?
-Marie

Sure.
-Me

Alright. Be there in ten.
-Marie

W

hen the sound of a bike graces the compound, I needed no one to tell me it's her. She is different from conventional girls which is why I click better with her, even though we have known ourselves since we were younger. Her brunnette hair reminds me of her mother. Rest in Peace, Aunt Becca.

About five minutes after, a knock sounds on my door and I open to see her.

"Hello, Kiddo." I know how much she hates it and I derive pleasure at it because we are almost age mates. I was born in November while she was born in March the following year.

"Shut up, we are age mates." She shoots back.

"No, we aren't." This is always fun. We both burst into laughter and I pick up a pillow to throw at her. Just like that, we start a pillow fight, laughing our hearts out.

•••••

"Good morning, mom." I say, giving her a peck on her cheeks.

"That's my wife, cheeks and hands off." God, this man. Mom's laugh which sounds so pleasing to the ears and like that of an angel resounds in the room, echoing through the house.

"Honey, cut the boy some slack." She voices out.

"When he gets his own wife someday, he'll understand." He slips his hands around her waist and gives her a kiss on her lips. My parents are no respecters of PDA.

"Ewwww, can someone just stop seeing eye damaging things in this house?" Well, that voice belongs to my over exaggerating sister, Gioia. She is two years younger than I am. Dad sends her a glare and I watch her widen her eyes playfully at them. Gioia is a handfull.

"Don't you kids have school to be at?" Dad says, scrunching his face a little, much to our amusement.

"Darling, they need to have breakfast first." She gives him a look which he understand before going to sit at the lone seat reserved for the head of the table. Mom seats by his right, I sit by his left and Gioia sits beside me. That's usually our sitting arrangement.

"Darling, honey. Urghh, all this livey dovey thingz you two do is making me wajt to puke." My sister says, actually making a puking sound. I really don't mind the PDA. I love and respect my parents so much and the love between them is amazing. I just don't see myself in their shoes, though. Not to be mean or something but sometimes mom can be really controlling of Dad and I don't want that situation for myself. It's a good thing my friends also think the same way too, even though not all with the same reason.