'Are you okay?'
'Yeah, obviously. Why would you think I'm not? I have I finish with the lab. I'll meet you back at home.'
'To why I think you're not okay- you tend to get into trouble easily. And stop messing with those tesla coils, will ya. They're dangerous.'
'Its a project, Luke.' I sigh in exasperation. I'm seventeen. I don't need another mother.
I sit at a table in the deli, thinking about all the fun times I've had with Luke. I was his girlfriends' therapist when he broke up with them. Hmm, his recent ex, Carrie, had pretty fantastic remarks about him. He was all tears when I started the conversation. Her emotions and remarks were easy lyrics. Lately in the lab I've found myself trying to make lyrics from her words instead of doing a tesla coil project:
You were a scoundrel, I knew
Yet I found myself falling for you like an idiot
Maybe this is it
Maybe this should be
But it never was.
Then there was way back when we first met- I didn't talk. He was the one who opened me. After witnessing my biological parents brutally murdered in my own house an my first set of foster parents burnt in a fire, I was pretty shaken up. But then the Vivs adopted me, and everything turned out fine- well, almost everything
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The best things in life
JugendliteraturI never needed a friend. Luke was more than enough. We've been friends for 10 years, yet it feels like forever. He managed to open a tough shell, and for that I am in awe if him.
