Chapter 9

Conor’s with us the whole time but I don’t mind because he’s in a good mood.

We all sit on a separate sofa in the living room and put a cup in the centre of the room. Conor gets a ping pong ball and we all try to get the ball in the cup while sitting on the sofas, just to pass some time while we’re waiting for the pizza to come that we ordered ((picture at the side)).

Jack gets it in after about 30 minutes of trying and starts running around the room like a maniac. I’m literally crying with laughter at him and Conor’s just smirking, but I can tell he wants to laugh. The doorbell rings and Conor’s eyes light up. He walks towards the door and gets the £20 note off the side table. He comes back in the living room with pizza’s and chips and we all silently stuff our faces like we’ve never been fed.

When we’re finished, Jack gets a huge bottle of coke out of the fridge. He gulps down as much as he can and lets out a giant burp, smiling proudly at what he just did. I burst out laughing at him.

“That was shit” Conor frowns, grabbing the bottle of him. He takes a few gulps and lets out a bigger burp that Jack.

“This is disgusting!” I laugh.

“You’re just jealous because you can’t do any better” Conor smirks.

“Oh really?” I raise an eyebrow, grabbing the bottle out of his hand. I take about 4 gulps and let out a small burp. The room’s silent for a bit until Conor and Jack look at each other and fall to the floor in laughter. I start laughing at them rolling around on the floor, holding their stomachs.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Jack shouts.

“I CAN’T BREATHE” Conor laughs.

It takes us about 5 minutes to calm down...

“All that laughing’s made me hungry” Conor moans. Me and Jack both agree before following Conor into the kitchen. We start raiding all the cupboards for any decent food.

Nothing...

“There’s one bag of crisps... In the whole kitchen?” Conor asks, furiously. We stay silent. “Right, come on, we’re going food shopping”

“With what money?” Jack asks.

Before we know it, we’re in their parent’s room, rooting through their drawers for money.

“Conor this is wrong” I sigh.

“Not really. We’re doing them a favour” he shrugs. I look at Jack.

“He has a point” Jack says. I sigh and sit on the end of the bed, waiting for one of them to find their Dad’s ‘emergency stash of money’.

“I GOT IT” Jack shouts, jumping on the bed. We start counting all the notes.

“Five fucking grand” Conor gasps, staring at the money. “Right, let’s just take one hundred and never bring this up again, got it?”

Me and Jack both nod but I know the question was directed at Jack.

When we get to the shop, we get a trolley and get EVERYTHING we want (food wise). It’s quite fun actually. I sit at the end of the trolley, Conor pushes, and Jack throws in anything appetising. Conor keeps spinning round the trolley and pushing me into things, making me laugh.

When we get to the checkout, it comes up as a total of £94.67. Conor gives the cashier the money and we walk out with our food.

“Aren’t you worried?” I ask Conor as we’re walking home with our hands full of bags of food.

“About what?”

“Your parents. You just stole one hundred pounds and went crazy on food”

“They won’t give a shit” Conor shrugs, getting a nod off Jack. “Besides, we bought them some stuff” he adds.

“Conor, you bought your Dad a jar of olives”

“Don’t worry about it. He won’t find out. I’ll just tell my Mum to replace it”

If that was me, I’d probably get grounded for a month but it looks like they boys have it easy... It was a good shop so I don’t care.

We get home and unpack all of the stuff into the fridge and all the cupboards. We sit on the sofa and eat anything we like.

Jack moans, “I can’t move”

“I’m gonna pass out, it’s too hot in here” I say, wafting my hands around my face to get a breeze. “I’m going outside”

“I’ll come” Conor shoots up from the sofa. I see Jack lean over the table and grab his Xbox controller. I’m guessing he’ll be playing while we’re outside.

The cold breeze hits me as soon as I step outside. It’s perfect. My hairs blowing in all different directions so I tie my hair up in a pony tail with the bobble on my wrist. I see Conor staring at me with a smirk.

“What?”

“Nothing” he smirks. “I um. I’m sorry. About the other day”

I don’t know what to say, I don’t want him to think that as soon as he says sorry, everything will be fine. Thankfully, he continues.

“I just didn’t like the idea of you getting hurt over me, so I got angry”

“I didn’t get hur-“

“I’ve been in loads of fights before. I could’ve handled it myself Luce, sorry I was just worried” he says in a relaxing voice. Those god damn butterflies are back again.

He even called me ‘Luce’. No one has ever called me that. Only Conor. And it’s perfect. The way he says it, just everything.

“Lucyyyyyyy” he says, waving his hands in front of my face.

“Yes. Sorry. What?” I say, then remember what he said. “Oh um, thanks”

Thanks? Why did I just say thanks?

I know he knows I was just fanaticising over him because he starts smirking. He walks over to the other end of his garden and picks up a football.

“You playing?” he asks.

“I can’t play football to save my life. I’ll just watch you” I smile.

“I can’t play football on my own” he laughs. “Come on, I’ll teach you”

I sigh and stand up, walking over to him.

“Ok um, try kicking it to the fence” he says, pointing in front of us. He takes a step back and I kick the ball as hard as I can. It ends up going in the complete opposite direction making Conor bite his lip to hold in his laugh. “Um, good. We could improve” he pulls a face and I laugh, pushing his shoulder. It starts to lightly rain but I really don’t want to go back inside. I like the rain...

He puts the ball back in front of my feet and awkwardly coughs. He puts his hands on my waist and I get those butterflies as soon as I feel the touch from his fingers.

“Just um, stand like this” he Mumbles, turning my body to the right slightly and removing his hands. “Try it now. But kick it lightly with the side of your foot” he nods, taking a step back. I take a deep breath and kick the ball. “Perfect!” he smiles and gives me a high-five. “We’ll be having a match soon” he winks, making me laugh.

I look up at him into his beautiful blue eyes. He isn’t clear from the rain getting heavier by the second but right now, the rain is the least of my worries. I put my hand up and gently place it on his cheek. He puts his hands around my waist making my butterflies go crazy. He pulls me closer to close the space in-between us. Our chests our touching and my breathing is getting heavier and heavier. I can’t resist the temptation any longer. I pull his face down to mine and close my eyes as our lips brush together. When we finally kiss, I feel his tongue run over my lips making my stomach flip.

This is perfect. I start to smile into the kiss and I feel him doing the same. We pull away and stare into each other’s eyes as I catch my breath back.

“Have you guys finished out here yet? I’m bored out of my mind” Jack groans, interrupting our moment.

We quickly pull away from each other and nod, walking back inside. Thankfully, I don’t think Jack saw anything.