Invisible

Talking

After school, Lucas met me at my locker again.  But this time, I suggested we go to my house.  I felt to good be able to say 'house' and not 'tiny disgusting apartment'.  He carried my books to his car.

"Okay, give me instructions," Lucas said once we were in his car.  

I did, and when my house came into view, Lucas let out a long whistle.

"This place is huge!"  He exclaimed.

"I know," I said proudly.

I led him inside, letting him stop every few seconds to gawk at something (the flatscreen, the bar, the chandellier, the twin staircases). I didn't see Teresa or her fiance so I assumed we were home alone. We finally made it to my room where we worked on the report until it was finished.  Now, we were just sitting on the bed, talking.

"So, what do your parents do for a living?  This place is ridiculously big," he said.

I blushed furiously.  "This place actually belongs to my sister and her fiance,  moved in not to long ago."

"Oh," he said.  "So, um, where are your parents?"  He asked hesitantly.  I could tell he was afraid he would hurt my feelings.

I stared down at my hands.  "Umm..."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me," Lucas said, scooting closer.

I shook my head, still looking down.  "I want to, I just never have before," I took a deep breath.  "My mom is a waitress.  I used to live with her in an apartment with my little sister, but then Teresa-my sister- brought us here."

Lucas nodded.

I took another deep breath.  "And my dad... he, umm," I held back the tears.  "He left when I was three."  Then, a silent tear rolled down my cheek.  I groaned.  "Ugh, I hate crying."

Lucas tucked a peice of hair behind my ear and wiped the tear away with his thumb.  "It's okay to cry."

"But it's so stupid!"  I jumped off the bed, surprising myself.  "Why should I cry over someone who I can barely remember, who left me and my mom and my sister?  He just left!  There one day, gone the next.  With nothing but a note left.  I can't stand the fact that I'm crying over the guy who single handedly managed to destroy my mom-who used to be nice and kind.  She used to cook and smile and sing in the shower.  But then, he just left.  Leaving my mom to care for two-now three-girls.  Teresa had to raise me after she started drinking.  And now, she's all alone in her little apartment, probably drunk out of her mind, while I'm here, in this huge house-"  More tears streamed down my face.

I had never talked about that, with anyone.  But there was something about Lucas that let me know that I could trust him.  

I tried to calm myself down, rubbing my eyes and taking deep breaths.  When I opened my eyes, Lucas was in front of me.  His eyes were thoughtful as he wrapped his arms around my waist.  I was momentarily in shock, but then threw my arms around his neck, loving the way it felt to be held.  I buried my head in his neck and let a few more tears fall.

He whispered in my ear, "Thank you for telling me."

I shrugged.  "I feel like I can trust you."

Something passed through his eyes that I couldn't place a finger on.  Was it fear, a moment of pain?  I couldn't tell, becasue before I could decifer it, he was looking into my eyes with a raging intensity.

Then, we pulled a little farther apart.

And thats when he kissed me.

His lips pressed to mine for just a few seconds, my mind was blank.  

My lips still tingled.  I opened my eyes.  He was looking at me, as if to make sure I wasn't going to run away.

I smiled and pulled him back to me.  

Our lips met again, except this time, I was ready.  My hands caught in his hair, pulling him farther down to me.  His hold on my waist tightned as he pulled me closer.  I felt him move up my shirt just a tiny bit, so he could put his hand on my bare waist.  The kiss was urgent, like someone was going to pull us apart any second.  But then, after awhile, it slowed down.  Becoming a kiss of pure passion.  My hands were now on his chest, his hands were in my hair.  The temperature seemed to have raised in the room.  Lucas pulled away, his kisses trailing from my cheek to my neck and back up.  

For a while, we just stood there, breathing hard, looking into each others eyes.  

He leaned in for one final kiss, then whispered he had to go.  

When he left, I placed my fingers on my lips, still feeling the pressure of his lips on mine.  

I already missed him.

Oh my god.

I had it bad for him.