Define Life.

Ch. 11.

Lucas was singing along to the Dyland Y Lenny song that was on the radio. It was cute, the way he would sing, and then look at me, and continue singing.

I wanted to reach over and pinch his cheeks or pull his hair or something.

"So... Lynne? How have you been?"

He asked, awkwardly reaching over and turning down the radio so the music was just a soft hum in the background.

"Oh you know, the usual, grew up in a bad neighborhood, moved to a better one, got cheated on, came to mexico, met my gorg- old bestfriend.." I finsihed lamely.

Was I about to call him gorgeous just now? I mean, by all means it was true, he had grown into his looks.

The shaggy black hair was still there, although barely reaching his eyes, as were the daring brown eyes I had seen everyday until I was 5. His nose was crooked from when he got into a fist fight with a boy that called me a 'puta', effectively breaking his nose. His eyelashes were long and curled at the top, giving him a seductive, boyish look.

His attitude had changed so much, yet he was still the same boy, my bestfriend. Or... My ex-bestfriend.

He turned, "You had a boyfriend?"

The way he said it like it was the most impossible thing in the world was insulting, to be honest.

I turned, scowling at him and crossing my arms over my chest. "Yes, his name was Jimmy. He cheated on me at a party, though... So I dumped him."

He opened his mouth to say something but I effectivly cut him off.

"And why would it be so unbelieveable that I would have a boyfriend? I'm not THAT ugly."

He shook his head, "No! I didn't mean it like that, It's just that I had always imagined you as the same little girl who hated all boys except me."

He smirked, turning towards me.

"Jerk."

"You know you love me."

"I only love people that don't almost let their friends rape me."

Okay, that was a low blow, but I just never really learned how to keep my big mouth shut.

His knuckles were white, he was clutching the steering wheel so hard.

"You know I wouldn't have let him.. Once I realized it was you..."

He trailed off, looking both hurt and angry.

"I'm sorry.. Its a bad habit, when I'm mad.. I just blurt out hurtful things."

I placed my hand on his arm, feeling really bad about what I had said.

"And, yeah what counts is that you saved me and didn't let him do anything to me."

He nodded, reaching over and turning up the radio.

I sighed, letting my arm hang out of the window and the wind caress my cheeks.

"We're here."

His clipped voice awoke me from my daydream and I looked out the window, seeing his girlfriend, or whore as I liked to call her, waving at him in the sluttiest outfit ever.

I opened the door and walked out confidently, enjoying the confused and then angry glare the whore shot at me.

"What are you looking at?" I snapped at her, walking into the house and making a beeline to Lucas' room.

"Lukey!" I heard her squeal and turned in time to see her throw herself at him, attatching herself to his torso.

I closed the door behind me, making my way up the stairs that led to the generall direction of Lucas' room.

Damn, it's hot. I'm here in some freaking jeans and a comforatable T-Shirt, but I swear it's too hot for this.

I made my way to a room that I was assuming was the closet, and rummaged around for some comfortable clothes.

About ten minutes later, I emerged from the room, with some of Lucas' sweatpants on, nice and baggy and my same comfy shirt.

"Ahhhh" I sighed, plopping onto the couch and grabbing the remote.

My stomach growled and i rubbed it softly, getting up and searching for the kitchen.

"Senora?"

A plump and short man asked me, with an apron and chef hat on.

"Oh my god. You're the chef?"

He looked confused, so I repeated the question in spanish.

"Si, con que te puedo ayudar?"

I smiled, asking him what he can make me.

"Comida, a que quieres."

I asked him to make me some fajitas and tortillas and a whole bunch of other food.

"Si senora."

He smiled and turned to the fridge, quickly pulling out random foods.

"Oh, Lukey." I sighed, mimicking the whore.

I heard the door opening, so I made my way to the couch, watching A boring old movie.

"What are you doing?" Lucas' whore asked, her annoying voice making me want to gag.

"Um, watching tv...?"

"Why are you watching tv in my house?"

I paused, raising my eyebrow at Lucas.

"It's not your house, and she can watch whatever she wants."

The whore turned, her mouth open in a little 'O', shock written over her exaggerated features.

"Thanks, Lukey."

I exaggerated his name again, turning excitedly when the chef arrived with my food.

"Oh, yay, food."

I thankfully grabbed the food from him and started eating, moaning in delight at the bursts or flavor flowing into my mouth.

"Ew, you stupid slut, get out of m- our house!"

I turned towards the whore, laughing and effectivly choking on the food in my mouth.

"How am I a slut? Just asking, because last time I checked, I've only had one boyfriend since I was born."

She smirked, "You are at my Boyfriend's house, acting like you own the place."

Lucas coughed, but I ignored him, angrily snapping at the- the thing. " Bitch calm yourself, if you're so insecure about yourself that you're scared I'M going to steal your boyfriend, you really need to work on a few things."

She sighed angrily, putting her hand on her boney hips "it's obvious you want him!"

I choked on my fajita meat.

Lucas laughed, clutching his sides dramatically.

The slut giggled, placing her hand onto his arm and smiling.

He pulled her hand off of him, wiping under his eye with one swift movement, "Oh, I wasn't laughing at what you said, I was laughing at what Lynne said."

I smiled, slowly picking my taco back up and biting into it.

"Which part?" I ask curiously, although it came out more like 'Whihhart?' With all the food in my mouth.

"The part where you said I was her boyfriend," he chuckled out. "I mean, she was just an easy lay."

I nearly choked on my food.

The slut dived at me, claws extended to fuck up my face.