“No, I don’t want you to have luck,” Lilly said with sassy snark and a pretty pout.
Lucas gaped at her from her computer screen, in the Skype window. He hadn’t expected that kind of an answer from his remark, “Hey, I’m going to go on my date now. Wish me luck!”
Lucas finally said, “I’ve got to go, we’ll continue this later. Goodbye!”
Lilly pressed the “End” button without saying goodbye in return. She grumbled to herself. “That floozy doesn’t deserve him. I don’t want them to have fun and end up together. I want…” She stopped herself.
What did she want? Why did she want this date to fail? “Lucas is my friend,” she said aloud. “I want him to be happy. I want him…to be happy with me! Oh my God I’m jealous!” Her hand flew to her mouth. “I don’t want him to date that other girl, I want him to date me!” After over a year of friendship, she realized that her feelings had grown.
She threw herself down on her bed. “I don’t want to date someone half way across the world!!” Still pouting, she reviewed the past year mentally. How she and Lucas had met on Facebook, in a photography group. How he only ever had nice, upbeat things to say to everyone. How, even when one of the group members was getting on her last nerve and she wanted nothing more than to chew out the nasty SOB, Lucas would listen, calm her down, and handle the matter with class.
Oh boy. She had feelings for him, alright. And it was a big ol’ crush.
She put the pillow over her face and screamed. But then…
Maggie the cat swatted Lilly’s foot with a paw, as if to say, “Hey Human! You alright?”
Or maybe it was, “I’m hungry. Feed me.” That’s usually Maggie’s message.
Lilly sat up so quickly that the cat meowed and skittered under the bed, which displeased the other cat crouching there, who hissed and ran from the room. Their owner ignored them; she had bigger problems than feline sibling rivalry.
“I may have found my soulmate!” she said. “I’ve been looking in all the wrong places: in the Marines, all over Dallas, and now—when I wasn’t even looking!—I found him online. So what if he lives halfway around the world? There’s Skype, and airplanes, and…who wouldn’t move for True Love?!”
Humming to herself, she went back to the computer to continue editing photographs, which is what she was doing before Lucas called.
Suddenly, she stopped. She had been humming one of her favorite songs: Marry Me by Train. “Marry me! Today and every day. Marry me! If I ever get the nerve to say Hello in this café, say you will…mmmm…say you will!”
She laughed at her own subconscious mind. First things first: Lucas would get home in a couple of hours, tell her about his horrible date (well, she could hope that it was horrible, however selfish that was), and they could talk about whether they wanted to take their friendship to another level.
He would. She just knew it.
Smiling, she clicked on the next picture to edit. “Should I call Jules?” she asked Maggie, who had snuck back into the room and was sitting a safe distance away, on the edge of the desk.
“Mrowr,” Maggie answered.
“You’re right,” Lilly said. “I’ll wait. I’ll probably see her on Saturday, anyway. That’s a few days away, will give me time to talk to Lucas and see where this goes.”
She had a feeling that she’d have good news to share with Jules. Yes, she definitely would!
This is a flashback to a couple of years ago. A friend asked me to write more about Lilly and Lucas, and make it into a book. What do you think? Leave me a comment and let me know.
I cancelled my date this week because I was still in mourning. What kind of first date would it be, if I were rambling about Lucas the whole night? I’m sure that would go over well.
“Jules, tell me about yourself,” he’d say.
“Sure,” I’d answer, “I had this friend Lucas…”
“No,” he’d say, “Tell me about you.”
“Well, I’m pretty torn up about Lucas, and the fact that I can’t get to his funeral…”
You can see why this might not be the best First Date convo ever.
My weekend wasn’t a complete bummer. I went to a vineyard with friends yesterday. I’ll tell you all about it, and other California wineries, next week. As for the move, well, that’s still up in the air. I’m estimating a 70% chance that I’ll move in June. Stay tuned for updates as I know more.