@Fraust
Lucas nodded. "I've already got one job, but I don't get paid much… I'll have to get a second job. What with school and all, though, it might be difficult to find time to work. Especially considering baseball."
Lucas nodded. "I've already got one job, but I don't get paid much… I'll have to get a second job. What with school and all, though, it might be difficult to find time to work. Especially considering baseball."
"Then let me get a job first." She hummed, drawing patterns into the sweat of her glass. Mindlessly, she was doodling hearts without a second thought. Not that that was a big deal. "I'll get some money, and we can figure out things from there."
"Alright… maybe I can do commissions in my free time?" He suggested. "If anyone is actually interested in buying my art, that is…"
"Do you have any pictures?" She asked softly, looking up to him. "I want to see your art." Perking up, she leaned on her palms, coming forwards.
"Not on me, sorry… I might be able to grab my sketchbook from my house when we go over later." Lucas leaned back a bit when Melissa leaned forward. "I don't draw anything too interesting… mainly Claus and I, my old dog, and random baseball players I like. Oh! And sunflowers! They were always my mom's favorite."
"Sunflowers?" She asked aloud, keeping that as a mental note. "That's alright you don't have anything, I just wanted to see." She shrugged, scooting back, because clearly he was uncomfortable at being close. It kind of hurt, if she was being honest, but she wouldn't admit that.
"I'll show you later, I promise." Lucas looked up when the waitress returned with the food. Honestly, it wasn't that he was uncomfortable with Melissa being close. Well… kind of, but not necessarily a bad uncomfortable. He was more nervous than anything. Her being so close allowed him to admire her gorgeous features, which always have him some unwanted feelings he knew he needed to suppress.
Thanking the waitress, she pushed the bowl closer to him with a smile. "Eat up Lu." She hummed, a bright expression on her face. So desperately she tried to ignore the feelings rising up, but they kept coming. 'Come on Melissa, you know he wouldn't be interested. So just stop.' She told herself, taking another sip from her water.
"You should eat too, Mel. I can't eat all of this." Lucas took a bite of the pasta and seemed pleased with it. "C'moooon~" He pushed the bowl towards her a bit, smirking. "Tryyyy it~"
"I'm not a baby, I can't be fooled by your attempted trickery." She hummed, ignoring the steaming dish. Slowly she was becoming hungry, but she wasn't about to admit defeat to him. "But thank you for the offer."
"You'll liiiike it~" Lucas grinned a little brighter, his voice a mere silky purr by now. He pushed the bowl a little closer to Melissa. "C'mon, Mel. For me?" He fluttered his eyelashes teasingly. "Just one bite?"
Knowing she would end up eating more in the end, she sighed picking up a fork. "I hate you sometimes." She mumbled, knowing he knew she didn't really. "One bite, no more." She told him, knowing she wasn't being accurate.
"You know you love me~" Lucas grinned and took another bite. "So… do you like it?" He asked, looking up at Melissa again. "Don't tell me all my efforts were futile."
Oh man she did, but she tried so hard not to show it. "It's alright." She hummed, glancing up to him. He would know her actual feelings, and call her out for it, but she wasn't willing to admit she was wrong. "Though this is for you, so I don't want to take your food."
"I can tell you like it, and like I said, there's no way I can finish all this. The portions are massive here." Lucas stuck another bite of pasta in his mouth. "You're welcome to share, Mel. Technically speaking, since you're not allowing me to pay, it's yours anyways."
"Stop it! Your killing me here." She groaned, pressing her hands to her face. "I'm trying so hard not to eat right now, why do you have to be so tempting?" She asked, only sounding fake as she complained.
Lucas froze, processing. "Why are you trying not to eat, Mel? I… it's good for you. Aren't you hungry?" He seemed worried now.
The temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees in the room, and Melissa looked up to him. "Oh it's nothing, just trying to stay a healthy weight." She hummed, trying to relax her nerves.
"You are a healthy weight, Mel. Who put the idea in your head that you aren't?" Lucas set his fork down and watched Melissa with a great deal of concern.
Her stomach churned, and she shook her head slightly. "I said I was just trying to stay a healthy weight." She hummed, smiling to him. "It's really no big deal, why are you worried about this?"
"Because you're stunning, and in no way do you need to lose any weight." He took her hand gently. "I don't want you thinking anything different, okay? I care about your wellbeing a lot."
Face flushing, she replayed his words in her head. 'Because you're stunning…' She repeated, feeling her shoulders relax, and her whole body release the tension from before. "Y-you… alright. If that's what you want me to do, I'll do it." She whispered, looking down at their hands.
Lucas nodded. "I want you to take care of yourself, okay?" He handed her a fork again and continued eating. He allowed their fingers to remain linked together.
Though she still didn't eat. The chills she had gotten from the conversation, made her appetite diminish. "I'm really not hungry though, I promise you I'm not." She whispered, not setting the fork aside.
"Mel, please… just a little bit more?" Lucas pleaded. His cheeks were lightly flushed as well. "You only had one bite…"
Sighing, she nodded softly. She didn't have the energy to argue with him, and never liked to anyways. "I'll eat a little bit." She scooped some up with her fork. "But really, I'm not very hungry."
"Thanks, Mel…" Lucas kept eating, seeming temporarily satisfied with Melissa's answer. At least she was going to eat some. "Where do you want to go after this?"
"I…I don't know. Where do you wanna go?" She asked softly, eating rather slowly, so it seemed as if she was eating more. '19, 20, 21…' She counted her chewing, knowing she needed to stop.
"Um… What time is it?" He asked, eating a bit more of the pasta after he asked. He was starving after the months of hardly eating, and he was definitely willing to eat. He really wanted Melissa to eat too, though.
"Dunno," She hummed, setting her fork aside. She didn't want to let go of his hand, so she used her eating hand to pull her phone from her pocket. "Almost 3 o'clock." Mentioning, she glanced at her lock screen, causing her to smile. It was a picture of her and Lucas a few years ago, when they had gone to the amusement park together. It had been the day she had really fallen for him. The day he first held her hand.
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