Chapter 12

Lucy’s POV

Jack walks me home and when I get in, Mum calls me into the living room.

“Did you have fun?” she asks.

“Yeah it was great” I smile and sit down next to her.

“What did you do?”

How do I reply? How do I reply?

“We just um, you know, the usual” I stutter.

“Okay...” she says and continues asking me billions of questions. She’s like the human 20Q.

When she eventually finishes, I go upstairs and change into some sweats and a tank top. I brush my teeth because I didn’t get to do it at Conor’s. I turn on my laptop and Skype Eleanor, my best friend from Cheshire. I tell her that I might be coming down for either Christmas or the October holidays and she seems pretty excited about it. So am I to be honest. I miss her millions. After about 2 hours of Skyping her, I come off and check my phone.

From - Conor: are you going tonight?

To - Conor: I’m not sure, are you?

From - Conor: I don’t know, I have nothing else to do

To - Conor: same...

From - Conor: i’ll pick you up at 6pm and you can come to mine for a bit

I am not turning this down.

To - Conor: ok, sounds good:)

It’s only 3:30pm now but I’m going to start getting ready. I’ve already had a shower at Conor’s so I don’t really need one now. I spend half an hour searching for clothes and finally pick out some high-wasted skinny black jeans and a sweater. I wear my black converse and I put my black leather Jacket on.

I put on some make up and wear a bit more eyeliner than usual to make my eyes stand out. I re-straighten my hair because it’s gone a bit wavy, and look at the time. 5:30pm. Perfect.

To - Conor: ready when you are

From - Conor: ok x

Even the fact he put a kiss on the end of the text made my heart beat faster. I charge my phone up for another 10 minutes until I hear a knock at the door.

“Mum I’m going out” I shout before running to the door.

“Don’t stay out too late” she replies as I open the door to see Conor, smiling down at me.

“I won’t” I reply to my Mum and roll my eyes, making Conor laugh.

“You look um... nice” he smiles, looking at my outfit.

“Thanks. You look nice too” I smirk and he laughs.

“We match” he says, putting his leg up to mine to prove we have matching jeans. He’s wearing his black skinny jeans that make me drool.

“Mine are nicer” I joke.

“Nicer is not a word so ha”

“I think you’ll find it is” I argue.

“I swear it isn’t” he says, typing it into Google on his phone. “Oh” he trails off, reading his phone screen.

“Told you!”

“I already knew it was. I was just testing you”

“Yeah yeah, you’re just jealous because my jeans are better”

“Whatever” he smirks.

He unlocks the door to his house and throws the keys on the side. I see a woman walking towards me.

“Hi! You must be Lucy, I’m Angela, Conor’s Mum” she says, pulling me into a hug.

“Hi, nice to meet you” I smile after the hug.

“Right, Mum, we’ll be upstairs” Conor sighs.

“Ok, Conny” she says in a singing tone, making me laugh.

“Fuck sake Mum” he moans and runs upstairs. I mime ‘sorry’ to her for Conor’s behaviour and she just smiles as if to say ‘don’t worry about it’, so I follow Conor up the stairs. I get to his room and see him flicking through the channels on his TV.

“I’m guessing Jack went out then” I say, sitting on the bed with him.

“Yeah” he sighs, running his fingers through his quiff. He looks hot when he does that. “What shall we do?” he smiles.

“I don’t know. I’m the guest so you’re supposed to entertain me” I say putting my feet up on the bed.

“Well I’m not gonna strip for you or anything,” he winks, making me laugh “but we have alcohol remaining from last night” he smirks, opening the mini fridge full of beer in his room.

My eyes light up and I jump off the bed to get one, making him laugh. I sit on one of the big beanbags in his room and he takes the other one opposite me and we just talk for ages.

3 hours pass and we’re led on the bed on Conor’s laptop, searching random things on the internet. I know I’m drunk. Conor is too but not as bad as me.

“I’m hungry” he moans.

“Let’s get food then”

“Pizza?” he asks.

“Definitely”

We walk downstairs and I sit on the kitchen counter. Conor stumbles to the freezer and gets out a pepperoni pizza. He rips it open and puts it in the oven.

“Did your parents find out about the money?” I ask.

“Nope” he says, popping the ‘p’. “They were confused about how much food was in the house” he laughs. I just smile and look into his eyes. I clear my throat and his phone vibrates, interrupting our silence.

He laughs, “Jack’s pissed”

He shows me the picture Alex sent him of Jack pulling a weird face which makes me laugh.

“Let’s send one back” he smiles. I get into the camera with Conor and we both pull weird faces. I laugh at the picture before sending it to Alex.

About half an hour passes and we start eating the pizza in Conor’s room.

“Why didn’t you listen to me last night?” I frown, unable to stop myself from making a fool out of myself.

“What?”

“I told you how I felt and you blamed it on the alcohol” I snap.

“I-I thought you just said it because you was drunk” he stutters.

“Well I didn’t” I sigh, not being able to think of a better comeback.

“You meant what you said?” he asks but I just look away from him. I feel him move closer to me on the bed. He puts his hands at the back of my neck making me turn to face him and before I know it, his lips come crashing against mine.