This last story concerns a certain Luke Reagan. It takes place when I’m 15, and bringing Luke home to meet my family. Lucinda here is 13.
The second he stepped in the I could see Lucy’s cheeks get red. I already knew what was coming. He grinned at her and stuck out his hand.
“Hey, I’m Luke. Have I seen you somewhere before?”
She smiled demurely back and took his hand. Lucy had always been gorgeous, a svelte brunette that I would fully admit was prettier than I.
“I’m Lucy. You’ve probably seen me around with my friends.” He nods at this, staring at her. I frown. This is not how I envisioned my day going.
Thankfully, my parents came in to save the day.
“Hi, Luke! We’ve heard SO much about you! Do you like split-pea soup?” I rolled my eyes. Typical embarrassing parent behavior.
Throughout dinner, Luke and Lucy couldn’t keep their eyes off of each other. I was getting increasingly jealous.
Finally, after we were all fed, I had to shove him out the door from where he was talking to Lucy.
“C’mon Luke, it’s Lucy’s bedtime. I mean she’s only thirteen, and she can’t keep care of herself.” Luke made a face.
“You’re underestimating her, Laura. She’s pretty cool.”
“Yeah, bye.” I said, and closed the door.
He’d sometimes meet up with her, just her, and I’d find myself feeling jealous. I’d calm myself down, but it was all I could do to not confront him about it.
Maybe they were dating all that time and I didn’t know.
Until next time, this is Lollipop, signing off.