Chapter 3 Wendy

 Lucas was a chill guy. I didn’t suspect us to get this along, I thought there would be a few awkward moments. I wanted to ask him why his dad ditched him but then that would be too personal. 

My phone started to ring. When I checked it, my best friend, Amber, was calling me. I answer and ask, “ What do you need?” 

She replies, “I just wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping tomorrow if you’re not busy.“

I let out a sigh, “Sure, anything for you.” I hear a screech on the other side of the phone. 

”Thank you, Wendy! I didn’t want to be alone with Eric. You know how grumpy he can be. The older he gets the grumpier he gets. So I’ll see you tomorrow at 12?”

I giggle, ”Sure. Oh and I’m bringing a new friend of mine. They might need a few things to shop for.” She grasps.

” A new friend!? Is this possible? You made a new friend! I can’t wait to tell Eric! It’s been years since you made a new friend.” 

I roll my eyes.” Yes, Amber, I have made a friend. I can’t spend all my time with you weirdos.”

”I’m not weird! That’s Eric. Weird and grumpy! I’m as normal as a flying donkey.”

I laugh. “Sure whatever you say. I’m going to go now. I have to prepare lunch. Bye.” Before she could say anything I ended the call.

      When I looked to see where Lucas was he was staring at me confused. “Who’s Amber and Eric?” he asks.

”They’re these crazy people who won’t leave me alone for a living.” I respond. 

”Then why are you going with her?” 

I scoff,” I was being sarcastic, doofus.” He walks towards me and questions, ”If you’re planning to bring me then could you at least get me new clothes.” 

I scan him up and down and say, ”I was planning to anyway. But first, go to the bathroom. You smell awful.” I cover my nose and lead him to the bathroom.

           I walked him upstairs since the downstairs was for guests and my brother’s old room. I open the bathroom door and I turn around to look at him, ”I’ll bring you clothes later. Once you’re done scream my name so I can give them to you.” I step aside so he can enter the bathroom. 

”Thank you for your kindness, Wendy.” He closes the door leaving me dumb folded. “And he just closed the door on me. I didn’t even say no problem yet and he closed the door. I can’t believe boys.” I say to myself walking to my parent’s room to give him some clothes.

            I was digging in my dad’s clothes to find something since I’m too lazy to go back downstairs. All I could find was some Queens T-shirts and shirts that say some dumb dad jokes. I swear if my dad could get any more cringe it would be the end of the world. 

           After searching through his whole closet I found something that was suitable. A black shirt with black plaid pajama pants. At least it wouldn’t embarrass anyone. 

Once I was done being proud of the outfit and walked to the bathroom door, where Lucas is taking his sweet time in, and knocked on it. He opened the door a little bit and says,” You got the clothes?” I showed him the clothes and tried to throw them at his face.” You're welcome.” I say walking towards my room to change into something more comfortable.

      Coming out in a new look, new sweatpants, and a hoodie. What else is more comfortable than sweatpants? But to be honest I look like a mom who has to buy food for her family. My hair is in a messy bun and I look tired every day. I’m not even half done with the things I have to do today. If only I didn’t go to college but I gotta have a successful career.

       I opened my door to see Lucas leaning on the wall. ”I was looking for you for a while. It seems like you were taking years to change.” He says, giving me a tired expression. 

“Be grateful. We have to buy clothes for you tomorrow. Unless you want to embarrass yourself for your first day of college then I got you.” I say, smirking. 

”College? Who would accept me? I got kicked out for my grades.” He asked, confused. 

”It’s not like they want you, they just want the money.” I cross my arms and walk out. ”Besides, you’ll be with me the whole time. You’re not leaving my sight any sooner.” I says walking out to show Lucas his new room.

“Welcome to your new room. Right across the bathroom and away from me. My parents decorated it back then but I’ve made some new changes. This room was supposed to be the maid’s room but I let her out early these days because she has a family to take care of. Now that she no longer lives here you have it. She’ll only come once in a while. Take good care of it and make sure it’s always clean,” I check my phone to see the time. ”And since it’s 1:24 I’ll order pizza and you can explore the house. Don’t bother me, I have work to do.”

Time passes by when you have school work. I had piles to do while Lucas was somewhere in the house probably enjoying his new home. It was already 4:17 and I still had much to do. I guess he wouldn’t mind eating some snacks around the house for dinner.

Knock Knock. I turn to see Lucas. ”Your door was opened so I wanted to know if you wanted anything to eat.” He says still in the doorway.

 ”No. It’s okay. You can make something for yourself. I can’t get distracted.” I glanced at him to see him nodding. 

”Okay then. I brought some pizza since you didn’t eat any. I already heated it up. I was planning to make dinner as a thank you, make sure to come down for it.” He says placing the plate and walking away. 

”I shouldn’t trust a stranger in my kitchen, but yet again I’m lazy and I’m already tired out. If he burns down the kitchen it ain’t my fault, but yet again he’s already an adult. He can take care of himself.” I say to myself slowly closing my eyes, making myself comfy.

I woke up finding myself drooling all over my desk. I guess I was too tired to finish homework. It is Spring Break, I can finish it later. 

I checked my phone to see it was 11:32. I missed dinner… I look over and see the cold pizza. Dammit. 

I walk down to microwave the cold pizza, again. I see the food Lucas made on the table. A bowl of alfredo and chicken with cut apple slices as aside. I don’t know if I either had nothing in my cardboards or this is the only thing he can cook.

“Should I eat it now or tomorrow? Pizza or alfredo? We can always eat this tomorrow, none of it is fresh… Do I want to be a good roommate or a bad one? I’m fine with both,” I whispered to myself.

I glance at both of them. “FINE! The alfredo. Pizza can wait a few days,” I yell, forgetting Lucas was alive for a moment.

As I grabbed the bowl of alfredo and threw it in the microwave, I see a shadow creeping towards the kitchen. “Sorry if I woke you up. I usually talk to myself.”

Revealed by the light, a tired Lucas. He yawns and sits on the nearest chair. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? It’s pretty late for food,” he spoke trying to make casual talk.

“It’s my late dinner. I usually eat late,” he nods. The microwaves beep. “You should go back to your room. Don’t need to worry about me.”

Without saying anything he leaves the room. A light sleeper, I should be more careful.

After devouring the meal, I took a quick rinse and prepare for bed. I set my alarm up at 8 to finish my horrid homework. As I slowly drift off to sleep, ready for tomorrow to come.