Chapter 32

“You have to be silent, ok?”

“Lucy, you’ve said this about fifty times now” he moans.

“Alright. Let’s go” I say, opening my bedroom door and tip toeing downstairs. I turn on the heating as we pass it and go into the kitchen, closing the door behind me. Conor sits on the kitchen side.

“Right, what have you got?” he asks. I open all cupboards and route through my fridge. We have about 4 bottles of beer, a bottle of vodka and a bit of brandy. Conor told me to put all the wine away. “That’ll be fine” he smiles and opens the vodka.

“We need coke” I gasp and get out a 2 litre bottle in my fridge. He laughs and rolls his eyes.

“You're Mum's going to notice” he frowns.

“I'll come up with something” I shrug and sit on the kitchen side opposite him. He pours us both a drink and I take a sip before looking at him. “I love you, you know” I say randomly. I didn’t mean to. It just slipped out. I feel like an idiot.

“I know, I love you too Luce” he smiles slightly and opens his arms, gesturing me to give him a hug. I jump off the counter and walk towards him. He wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on my head. “I’m sorry for everything”

“You’ve not done anything wrong”

“I mean the past. I’m just sorry. I messed up”

“Conor, we’re over that now. Just start a fresh” I say, still not letting him release from the hug. I feel him nod and he pulls away slightly to look at my face.

“What’s brought all this on anyway?” he smirks.

“I don’t know” I giggle.

“Do you want to go back upstairs? We can have all this in bed”

“Yeah ok” I smile. We walk back upstairs with our alcohol and sit on the bed, facing each other with it. “Are we doing anything tomorrow?”

“I don’t know” he shrugs. “We could just chill”

“Chill” I smirk, mocking him. I’ve never used that word in my life...

“Yes, chill” he laughs and rolls his eyes.

“Alright, lets chill” I laugh.

“You’re so weird”

“Shut up” I say, making him laugh. A few beers and shots of vodka’s later, we’re having a serious heart to heart.

“I just feel like you don’t like me and Jack being friends” I sigh.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, you never seem alright with me and him together”

“I am” he shrugs. “I just don’t want you to get too close”

“Falling in love with my best friend, how cliché” I laugh and he just smirks. “But seriously, that won’t happen. That’s like, falling in love with my brother”

“You don’t have a brother” he raises and eyebrow.

“Exactly” I smile. “And I love you. Me and Jack will only ever be friends, that’s it”

“Good” he smiles. “Are you and the girls alright? You’re never with them”

“Yeah, we’re fine. I’m just always with you and Jack”

“Would you rather spend time with them?”

“I love you guys but I like to spend time with them too”

“Yeah, I know. But do they ever upset you?”

“No” I shrug.

“Are you sure? Tell me if they do” he says, concerned.

“Conor they’re fine” I laugh.

“I’m just taking care of you” he puts his hands up in defeat.

“I know!”

“It’s three am, fuck” he slurs. “Time flies when you’re having fun” he says in a weird voice making me laugh really loud. He quickly leans over the bed to put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. “Luce, be quiet, your Mum will go mental” he whispers and I nod. He releases his hand and smirks at me.

“Are you tired?” I ask, shutting my eyes slightly.

“A bit” he yawns. I take the empty bottles off my bed and put them on my dressing table before getting under the covers. Conor does the same and puts his arm around my waist. We stay silent for ages and both drift off to sleep.

The annoying ringing from my alarm wakes me up and I get a small headache, mainly from the amount of alcohol I had last night. I forgot to turn my fucking alarm clock off... Conor makes a moaning noise so I quickly turn it off and put my head back down for another 15 minutes. I hear Mum walk into my room.

“Come on you two, you’re going to be late” she moans. I sit up and stretch.

“But we’re ill” I cough unconvincingly.

“Bet you are, all that alcohol you drank” she sighs. Conor turns over and yawns.

"It wasn't us!" I gasp. "We must've got burgled"

"So this burglar comes into our house over night, drinks all the alcohol but decides to leave the seven hundred pound TV and laptop that are just sitting in the lounge?" she raises her eyebrow.

"I don't know, ask him" I shrug.

"I am" she nods at me. “Don’t get used to this Lucy. Everything’s back to normal when your Dad gets back ok?” she says, walking out of the room.

“Does that mean we get to stay off?” Conor croaks.

“Mhmm” I shut my eyes and go back to sleep.

I slowly open my eyes and try to get my vision back before pressing a button on my phone to check the time. 11:15. I check my texts.

From - Jack: where the fuck are you two?

To - Jack: we woke up late, sorry:((

I realise he must’ve been waiting for us at the shop for ages and I automatically feel guilty for not telling him. I turn around and stare at Conor. He eyes are shut lightly and his breathing is so quiet I can barely hear it.

“Stop staring” he moans and opens his eyes. I look away and start blushing making him let out a quick laugh/moan. I get out of bed and go to the toilet to save myself from embarrassment. I walk back into the room and look at Conor lying on the bed with his eyes shut.

“Lazy shit” I whisper.

“I can hear you” he croaks, making me jump slightly.

“Good” I snap and he sighs.

“Sup with you today?”

“Nothing”

“Stop being grumpy then”

“Get out of bed then” I reply, equally as harsh.

“I am” he moans and sits up. He looks at me with sleepy eyes and smirks. His hair is messed up but still in a quiff from the day before.

“What?” I laugh and he just shakes his head.

“Hungry?” he asks.

“Yep” I say, popping the ‘p’. My stomach rumbles at the thought. We go downstairs and Conor starts looking through the cupboards and the fridge.

“Jesus Christ, you have nothing” he moans. “Pancakes!” he shouts and I start laughing. He empty’s the packet into a bowl and pours in water and eggs to make the mixture. I watch him turn on the pan and start making loads, flipping them and putting them on a plate when they’re done.

I jump off the kitchen counter and start getting out nutella, lemon juice, jam, sugar... the lot. Conor smirks when he sees what I’m doing.

“How many do you want?” Conor asks.

“Um, four please”

“Alright” he says, flips a pancake, puts it on the plate and slides it over to me.

“Thanks baby cakes” I wink.

“What the fuck?” he laughs. “Don’t call me that again”

“Okay baby cakes” I smirk and start putting nutella on my pancakes.

“When does your Dad get home?”

“Tonight, like, early hours” I shrug and he nods, turning off the pan and adding toppings to his pile.

“I have to go at about three o’clock”

“Why?” I moan.

“I have stuff to do” he snaps. I’m really curious about what he’s doing and I really don’t want him to go. It’s ruined my mood slightly. Even the way he said it... “It’s not like I’m never going to see you again” he laughs and I just nod and keep eating my pancakes.

My ringtone fills the awkward silence and I answer it in an unenthusiastic voice.

“Hello?” I sigh.

“Lucy?” Jack shouts.

“Yeah hi”

“Sorry, I’m on the yard” he shouts. “Did you fuck wake up late”

“Um, no... We’re ill” I lie and Conor smiles widely.

“Fucking hell, I wasn’t born yesterday” he laughs. “Miss you”

“Aw miss you too”

“Well I was just checking on you both. Are you alright?”

“Yeah we’re fine”

“Ok good, I’ll see you soon yeah?”

“Yeah! Bye”

“Bye!” he shouts before ending the call.

After spending all day watching High School Musical 1, 2 and 3, it gets to 3:15 and Conor says he has to go. I forced him to watch them with me and he was moaning to whole way through them.

I sigh and get out of bed to see him to the door.

“I’ll see you later baby” he says, kissing my forehead before giving me a long hug. “I love you” he smiles.

“I love you” I smile and watch him walk down my path.

I get back in bed and watch the rest of High School Musical 3 we didn’t get to watch. It gets to 4 o’clock and I’m literally bored shitless. I have nothing to do... I decide to give Jack a call but get interrupted by a text that just came through.

From - Conor: be ready at 6, dress casual x

To - Conor: ok... x

I get in the shower and don’t stop thinking about where we could be going. I’m excited, nervous and scared at the same time and I hate this feeling. I hate not knowing where I’m going and I feel like asking him but I know he won’t tell me.

I get out of the shower and brush my teeth, before spending ages drying and styling my hair. I decide to go back to how I used to style it with waves. I put a braid in a bit of my hair so it doesn’t look too boring, and volumize it with a bit of hairspray.

I put a little bit of makeup on but make my eyes look darker with eyeliner for a change, making them stand out. I look in my wardrobe and think about what I could wear. Dress casual... Those words keep replaying in my mind. Dress casual? What does that even mean? I mentally roll my eyes and put on some black tights to start off my look.

I put on my wine, lace dress and put my usual leather jacket over it. I finish off my look with my comfy black pumps and decide to add my big, grey scarf. I look in the mirror and think I actually look quite nice. It better be suitable for wherever we’re going.

I spray on my favourite perfume and go downstairs for a drink of lemonade. I take my drink upstairs and keep checking my phone every 5 seconds for the time. It’s 5:45 and my nerves are getting the better of me. Why am I so nervous?

I unplug my phone from its charger and sit on the stairs to wait for Conor. I write my Mum a note.

Out with Conor, I’ll be back before 10 x

I leave it on the kitchen side and I hear a knock at the door. Shit... I quickly drink the rest of my lemonade and go to the door.

He stands there with his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor. He raises his head when the door opens and looks me up and down. He’s wearing his usual black jeans and black top with his leather jacket. He looks so good. He runs his fingers through his quiff and licks his lips before speaking, instantly giving me butterflies.

“You look nice” he smirks.

“Thank you” I smile. “Same to you”. I lock the front door and walk down my drive with him. “Where are we going?”

“Can’t tell you” he smirks and I sigh. Our hands touch and our fingers soon intertwine as he guides me to our destination. He makes my whole body heat up and in about 5 minutes, he tells me to shut my eyes.

We walk through what feels like grass and suddenly, he stops.

“Ok, open” he says.

I open my eyes and look at what is in front of me on the perfect field. Laid out on the grass is a blanket with pillows on and Conor’s rucksack in the middle of it. The sun is setting, making everything look even more perfect and the lake next to us has clear, pure blue water that is surrounded with flowers and tall trees. The grass is bright green and reaches half way up my shin, with the autumn leaves spread across the field. The stars are just about to come out making everything look perfect... everything looks so perfect. I fucking love everything about this.