LOGINHer words were a thorn in his side. Most piercing and constantly echoing in his head like bad lyrics over and over again. The words that were ultimately true. He tried not to let it affect him. But it did. Thinking about how Lucille begged for him desperately because of the promise he'd made... not promise... what he had made her believe. Crap. He was being haunted. His discussion with Wes came back to him. Watching Lucille whisk with Marvin across from her, waiting impatiently for the battery spoon to be handed to him. She was making pancakes. He wasn't just waiting for the spoon, he was watching and Lucille recited to him for the fifteenth time, the recipe she knew he would forget. They didn't need him. They were fine without him and even being in the same room with them, he couldn't help feeling out of place. Perhaps that was all because of Nina's insightful little talk. But it didn't make it any less untrue. They didn't need him. Lucille didn't need him. Why couldn't
Everything was happening around her. Was her sister really going to marry Nick in less than three weeks? She wasn't the only one who didn't like this was she? She seemed to be going mad with her screaming voice only in her head. Because Lucille wouldn't listen to her. Why wouldn't Lucille listen to her? And why wasn't anyone saying anything? Quincy watched his first daughter looking sideways at nothing in particular with a look of anger and something he couldn't quite place. He'd noticed that look on her face at least three times in the last few months. "Hey." He snapped his fingers, sitting forward. "Tell me." The look had vanished once she looked at him. "What?" "What's wrong with you?" She gasped. "Is this really happening? The man who knows everything doesn't know what's wrong with his daughter?" It didn't stop him from looking at her while she looked away. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Nina." She snapped her head in his direction. "You should
Nina's trip took her back home. Lucille practically ambushed her at the door. Lucille's big shirt and shorts made her wonder why she was home. And by home, she was referring to her parents' house. "Where have you been? I've been dying to show this to you." Lucille shoved the diamond ring on her finger in Nina's face. Nina drew back a bit startled. "Wow." It was beautiful. She'll give Nick that much. She blinked a few times her eyes drifting from the rock to the extraordinary smile on Lucille's face. Damn it. "That's quite the ring." How was she going to tell her? "Isn't it?" Lucille knew she was acting like a school girl. Over excited. Even more so when the one person she wanted to share her moment with didn't come home until a week after she'd told her about Nick. "Where were you? You were supposed to be here days ago." She dropped her hand. "Yeah. I uhh..." She flashed a smile. "I followed a crew for a few location scouting and stuff." Lucille gla
-Words escape me every time I'm with you. Including now. I've tried, between perfect and imperfect moments and I always lose the words and the will to express them. My love for you runs deep. Flowing through my veins and making me whole. Making me better than I was. Make me better for you. Be mine forever Lucille Lawes. Say you'll marry me.- Lucille couldn't get the words that echoed in his sweet sweet voice out of her head. She was walking into the Atkins' office building before she knew it. Marvin beside her. Practically being pulled along. "Marvin." Suzanne called out. "Lucille." "Suzy!" Marvin smiled. Lucille stopped right in front of her. "Hi Suzanne." Her half smile was quick. "Hi cutie." She said to Marvin then turned to Lucille. "You look... is something wrong?" "No. But Umm... could you watch Marvin?" "Of course." "I need to speak with Nick." Suzanne nodded. "Go with Suzy okay honeybee?" He nodded vehemently, moving over to Suzanne's
Days of pondering on the words Nick had so abruptly dropped on her in the pool. It was hard not to think about it. And the way he kissed her when she too blurted out the same words. But the pondering came with one question that threatened everything she thought she felt. Geegee opened her door. The first thing out of Lucille's mouth was: "Nick told me he's in love with me." Geegee responded with wide eyes and pulled her friend out of the noon day sun, into the livingroom and sat her down. It happened too quickly. "Tell me everything." Her voice grew high pitched in excitement. Funny how months ago she almost ripped Lucille's arm off when she saw Nick kiss her. Lucille did as she was told. Sparing almost no detail. A fit she was used to. Details were always needed when reporting stories of romance... or feelings. Geegee tilted her head when Lucille was done and she didn't look quite as happy as she would have expected. "So what's the problem?" "I don't know if I
On her way back into the restaurant, too deep in her own head to notice the person storming up to her. Geegee grabbed her arm, forcing her to face her. Quite the glare on her face as well. "Is something wrong with you?" Lucille blinked rapidly, looking away. "Nick? Nick, really?" Lucille's face relaxed as she sighed. "Geegee-""Why? What possible explanation could you have? After everything he did. What he did, hurt you deeply, we watched you. And Wes... Wes held you like his life depended on it-" "It just happened! You think I wanted to feel this way? I tried to get rid of it. But feelings... they're one heck of a pesky thing. And then he... He told me how he felt. And it only made me feel-" She sighed. "You can be mad. And I understand why. I'm not stupid. What I'm doing does not elude me." "Alright. Fine. I don't even want to be here anymore. I'll call you later. After I've tried to make sense of this mess." She let go of Lucille and stormed off. Heels c
She could have just not come, sent a message that she was sick. But it wouldn't change anything. She walked as slowly as she could to her usual class, praying he wouldn't be there. Reaching the door, she peeped in, and was filled with joy at the
Walking into her room she tossed her bag on her bed and went straight to her reading table, eager to write the things that had filled her mind all throughout school. She pulled her chair and took a seat, moving her laptop out of the way she took out a
Her heart beat faster again as she stepped into the class room. Her eyes cast downward while her art teacher re-introduced her to the entire class. She raised her head sharply and spotted dear Jody in the far corner, eyes bent over her note darti
She tapped the door lightly and waited impatiently for whoever was on the other side to open up. With her hands in her pockets her feet tapped the ground, excitement running through her like warm water. The door flew open, and there with a smile







