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She nodded eagerly, nudging her head in that direction. “Let’s go, go, go.” Melina giggled, scurrying over to the closest building.
Lucas hurried inside the coffee shop and was instantly warmed by the smell of coffee. He smiled and turned to look at Melina. “Coffee?” He asked, smiling.
Talia took a deep breath, nodding her head slowly. “Just sitting,” she responded, holding out her hands to indicate her seat on the porch. “Though, I would like to point out that you’ve stopped walking.”
“Yes, it is difficult to talk to someone if you’re walking away from them.” He pointed out simply.
He shifted a little. “Want to walk with me?”
Hearing someone speak, Talia held back a groan as she lifted her eyes to see Lucas. She knew him, vaguely, from her classes and around school. She knew his reputation, mostly; jock, friendly, ‘cute smile’ according to some girls in her fifth period. At least two out of three were confirmed for her now. “Hey,” she responded quietly, sitting up a little straighter. “Did you need help or something?”
Lucas noticed her not-so-welcoming demeanor. He ignored it. He shook his head, “Nah, just- walking.” He said and stopped his walking. “What’re you up to on this fine afternoon?”
She pouted, shaking her head. “I’ve lived here my entire life. And I’m still bitter about it. Every year.” She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest to keep the warmth in .
Lucas chuckled, he could relate to that. “Well we could move inside the building.” He pointed out, nodding in the direction of the warmth.
Poltergeist | Lucas & Mason
Mason watched happily as Lucas quickly ducked into the small opening, he was probably more proficient at climbing the tree outside than even Mason was anymore. He inclined his head as Lucas nodded, supposing maybe he was trying to be quiet for the sake of the rest of the house but they’d tried and tested the sound-proofing from being general loud dickwads nearly every time Lucas stayed over.
Carefully he set down the bag at the foot of his bed, rubbing at his eye with the heel of his palm. He sputtered out a laugh at Lucas deadpan destroying him, looking over to his best friend with a wry grin on his face. “Jeez, thanks. You sure know how to make a girl feel special,” he murmured self consciously patting at his hair and tugging down the sleeve of his shirt to hide the burn scarring.
As if only just remembering the situation Mason practically dived down to the bed and came back up with his array of chips and the jar of salsa along with sour cream and chive. “Dude, you picked a good night to stay over after what was an extremely shitty day for me.” He gestured to the pillow barricade, knowing that Lucas knew those only came out on the worst days “By the time I woke up I thought you would’ve been asleep so I didn’t call.”
Mason frowned then, looking Lucas over contemplatively as his tone dipped toward the end as though he was asking. Why was he over?
Lucas straightened up once he was inside, his eyes glanced around the familiar- messy room and he felt his fears start to fade. There was something about this room, mostly about Mason, that reminded him that he was human. That he was okay, that he was cared for. He wasn’t forgotten here.
Blinking back the threat of tears again he turned to face Mason, forcing on a bit of a smile, but he never had to try hard with Mason. He saw Mason self consciously pat down his hair and tug on his sleeve, so Lucas smirked and re-fluffed up his hair. “I’ve been told.” He answered, without missing a beat.
Lucas watched as Mason disappeared into his bed and came back with food, it caused him to wrinkle his nose in disgust and smile at the same time. He laughed and shook his head, “Dude, I can’t tell if that’s awesome or disgusting.” Lucas gestured that he was fine, and not because the food had come from Mason’s bed, but because he didn’t have much of an appetite.
His eyes noticed the pillow barricade and he frowned some, “What happened?” Lucas looked to his best friend. He would much rather listen to his problems and his concerns than think about his own. When Mason spoke again about why he didn’t call he merely waved his hand. “I was at the Grill late tonight. Don’t worry about it.”
Lucas saw the frown, and the look the followed and he suddenly felt self conscious and relieved. Mason knew him, and that was always a comfort, even if he wanted to hide his feelings for a little while and couldn’t.
Lucas walked towards his bed, gingerly moving the laptop and immersed himself in the pillow barricade. “Tell me about your shitty day.”
“Why does it have to be so cold?” Melina frowned, crossing her arms across her chest to try and keep her warmth in. “It’s only November.”
“It’s cold here by October, and it doesn’t warm back up till June.” Lucas chimed in a little bitterly, he was a summer child through and through.
“Seriously? Come on!”
“Hey.. you need some help with that?”
The sun filtered down, warming Talia’s skin, and she reveled in the feeling as she sat on her porch. It was a nice day; the kind of day that made her feel almost normal. Life worries seemed to fade when the breeze was this cool and the trees around her small trailer came to life with their different shades of green and whispering leaves.
Lucas was walking again, despite making his life busy with school, work and practice- he found himself walking a lot. Anything to stay away from home. He glanced to his right when he noticed someone move, no- it wasn’t someone, it was hair. He blinked the sun out of his eyes and realized he knew the girl who sat on the porch. He smiled and waived, “Hey.” He said, slowing down his walking but not stopping it. If the conversation went awkward fast, he could continue walking, if not- he could stop and continue it. Lucas was always a man with a plan.
The Whisper of Death || Sabrina + Lucas
Sabrina rolled her eyes and focused her attention ahead of her. As they drew closer to the cemetery, a feeling of dread fell over her, the feeling of evil that preceded the voices. Not today. Not now. She looked over at Lucas and shook her head. “No, I haven’t. I prefer to spend my time around the living.”
Lucas saw the eye roll but he shrugged it off, still continuing forward with his usual pep in his step. He turned the corner and saw the cemetery up ahead. His eyes moved from the direction they were walking to Sabrina. “Well, so do I.” He said and shrugged. “I can’t see ghosts, so it’s a pretty one-sided friendship. They bitch and moan and I don’t hear a damn thing.” He joked.
Alice stared at him as he looked around for whoever he thought she was talking about. “I meant you, Lucas. I didn’t realize we weren’t friends.” She shrugged it off, lightly. “But Mason also mentioned going to the game for you, and I thought I’d go too, so I volunteered to write the article for it. Do something interesting for me to work with.“ Alice demanded him.
Lucas smiled sheepishly, “We are friends, I was just curious if you had other friends.” He teased gently. He listened to her and grinned, “I always do something interesting.” Lucas commented. He heard the coach yell out and his head moved from his team to Alice. “Just watch.”
Poltergeist | Lucas & Mason
The day had been tough. Since the terrors had started to tear apart his sleeping pattern he’d tried days of never once laying his head against the pillow, but it was hardly better. AP History was not a great time to sleep, coincidentally even worse to believe that you’re dragging yourself out of a burning car.
Mason’s eyes had snapped open to 28 pairs staring back at him and a roiling sweat streaming down between his shoulder blades. It was even worse that Darcy hadn’t even seemed inclined to punish him for sleeping in class, further proving the fact that everyone knew he looked like utter crap and acting nuttier by the day.
Usually a long, open track was just what Mason needed. To shake and stretch out all the taught muscles of his legs with no clear goal other than to keep his legs moving, keep pushing. His joints had turned to noodles and one lap had him so exhausted that the rest of the team had been swimming in front of his eyes; like cardboard cutouts in a strong wind or a mirage on a particularly hot day.
He’d sat there drinking gulp after gulp of cold, clear water that was the only thing even keeping him upright in his seat on the bleachers. The jog home had been a blur. The habit had stuck with him after the long months, he hated being in cars anymore.
It was just plain dumb to fall asleep in the shower but he’d managed it, the steam filled room and the rhythmic pound of warm water at his back had lulled him like nothing else. Not even the drone of Mr Darcy earlier in the day. Safe to say he’d slept through dinner easily, missing the crisp late fall sunset and plunging straight into darkness. Unconsciousness had been black and heavy, like a thick blanket rather than a net of pain and anguish and it comforted him that if he exhausted himself he could simply switch off for a few hours. Like shutting off a laptop rather than leaving it on hibernate.
Marvel movies queued on Netflix, cheese Doritos and extra-hot salsa in his hand Mason felt the closest to normal for the first time that day. His hair was soft and freshly-showered-fluffy, wearing his oldest flannel pyjama pants with a hole in the knee and pillows piled around him like a fortress.
Just as Thor declared that his mortal form required sustenance, he roused himself from the light open-eyed doze he’d let himself fall into. A familiar noise in the front yard made him perk up slightly and he shifted onto his elbows, scratching his food-bloated stomach with his knuckles. Mason felt it the second he woke up fully, jamming his finger down into the space key and pausing Chris Hemsworth in all his blonde manliness.
“Dude?” He mumbled tiredly, pawing at his eye as the knock finished. Mason stumbled drowsily to the window sill and began to unlock the window with clumsy fingers, eyes raking up to the familiar crooked jaw and dark hair. A lazy grin curled the lower half of his face. Lucas. He used his shoulder to knock against the jam until the stubborn pane swung open, giving his best friend just enough space to crawl on through. Mason stepped to the side to let him in, gesturing as though asking if Luc wanted him to take his bag “Is everything okay?”
Lucas watched as the familiar silhouette came to the window. He felt his body start to relax, his fears fading away. Mason had always been the one to ground him. He leaned on him so much, Lucas was pretty sure Mason had grown so accustomed to the extra weight that he no longer saw it as so.
Lucas licked his lips as his groggy friend used his shoulder to open up the window. It wasn’t a huge opening, but it was enough. He climbed in quickly and turned around to shut the window. Hoping it would block out all the horrible things that had been following him all the way here.
Mason spoke first, asking him a question and scared his voice would give away his true state of mind, he opted to just nod. He glanced at the gesture and then to his bag, he tossed it to him without much care. “Nothin’ important in it.” He said, keeping his voice quiet so that he didn’t wake up any body he didn’t want to. “You look like shit, dude.” Lucas stated, trying to steer the conversation away from himself until he could get his heart rate to calm down.
Lucas let his eyes scan the room, noting all the junk food and movie preference before his eyes landed back on Mason. “Dude, Thor? Without me?”
“Considering you’re about to play a game, I’ll let you keep your ego in tact and let you believe that– Besides, it’s not a secret that I’m here to support a friend.” Alice rolled her eyes, laughing.
Lucas smiled when she gave in and he glanced towards the team. “Which friend?” He asked curiously. Despite being a rather popular kid in school, he knew everyone, but he didn’t bother himself with knowing everyone’s business.
Lies | Haylee & Lucas
Haylee grumbled at Lucas leaning into her, but as much as she tried to push back, she wasn’t strong enough to actually push him off of her. “I was kidding, you know you look perfect in everything,” she rolled her eyes, laughing.
“I don’t really know that much,” she shrugged. “Just stuff I remember from world history. I wish I’d paid more attention, actually. The only other thing I remember from the ancient Egypt chapter is that the royal family would marry their siblings to keep the rule within the family.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m glad that kind of thing isn’t en vogue anymore, and people can be with whoever they want to be with.”
She punctuated the last sentence with a shy glance at Lucas, but snapped her eyes back to the screen before he could notice. Why was she bringing up incest? Not exactly the most romantic topic…
Lucas laughed and grinned, “I have to say, I think you probably look better in dresses than me.” He admitted with a nonchalant shrug.
Lucas crinkled his nose at her mention of incest, “I don’t think they were the only royal family trying to keep bloodlines pure.” He said with a sigh. “I’m glad too.” He said, though his voice didn’t sound all that into it. He thought about his mother, and the man she’d chosen to marry. He wondered if her husband had been chosen for her- that maybe his father would have never left when he was a kid.
Lucas pushed those thoughts aside and finished the last lap of the race, coming in first. He grinned and put his controller down maybe a bit more violently than he intended. “I am the master!”
The Whisper of Death || Sabrina + Lucas
Sabrina looked between the list and Lucas. The weather was cooperating, and they’d spent so much time inside already. “Let’s go to the graveyard first. We’ve been inside so much already. Besides, the sunlight won’t last forever, and I’d much rather visit it int he daylight.”
Lucas smirked a little at Sabrina, “What? You don’t want to go visit a place full of dead people at night?” He teased, starting his walk towards the graveyard. “Have you ever really looked around the cemetery before?” He asked curiously. “Some of the graves are ancient, over a hundred years. It’s pretty cool.”
“Well it’s mostly her recipe…mixed with some of my own secret ingredients. It took years and years of experimenting just to prefect.”
“You’ve worn my down. I’m in.”
“When do you work next? I’m coming for a secret, perfect cup of coffee.”
Lucas did an excited fist pump and grinned. “I’ll see you later tonight, then!”
