Averill left her house in a hurry, scampering out to the big cerulean blue truck in her drive way. She carried her things with her sloppily, her clothes were hanging out of her over night bag as though she had simply tossed them in there and swung the flap closed. She had, to be truthful. She was in a hurry to get out of her house and be free for a few days and she could only do so at Jessca's house.
Averill climbed in the gargantuan truck, taking her place in the back seat and pushing her sloppy bag over to the side as far as she could. "What are we doin' tonight?" She asked immediatly, excited to see what plans that had in store for this Friday night.
Jessca laughed, "In a hurry?" and slammed the truck doors on the passenger side. Her dad pulled out of the drive way and went on his way. Jessca and Averill were conversing at ninety to nothing the entire way there about what they were going to do tonight; and it all started with a trip to star bucks that night.
When Jessca's dad dropped them off, Averill of course left her things in the truck, because she knew they'd be returning to Jessca's house in the countryside of Byhalia later that evening, or the next morning. To these girls, it didn't matter when, as long as they did.
Averill and Jessca socialized the entire night with boys. Not so much to be considered whores, as much as there just weren't any girls there that were to be tolerated, really. They usually just hung around Scott, Michael, and Matthew. There were not many tolerable boys either. Jessca could tolerate being around all of those boys and girls at star bucks, but Averill just absolutely couldn't stand them. When asked why by her best friend, Averill had responded shortly with, "I don't smile at wasting my precious time to hang out with a bunch of girls who act the same but seem to think they are so unique, or guys who act like girls and think it is fun to run around and make loud noises, shoot people with nerf guns, kick tables over, and act like they are still six years old in a fashion that is simply obnoxious."
Jessca had laughed at that, "I don't think those nerf guns are so bad, I think they're kind of cool..."
Averill shook her head, "If one of those ass backwards scene kids shot me with one of those damn things, I'd have to promptly shove it up his or her ass."
The two had shared a good laugh over the conversation about unoriginal teenage children and nerf guns.
Around nine that night, when the two were getting rather exhausted of their surroundings and companions and the heat was getting a bit unbearable, Averill had received a phone call from a male friend of hers. His name was Lucas and he had been friends with Averill for as long as she could remember. They hardly ever hung out though, because he was around twenty and had his older friends; but on this particular night, he seemed to want her company.
Lucas' voice sounded so pleadingly over the phone as he requested Averill's prescence, "I miss you, cutie. I hope you aren't too busy for me on this beautiful Friday night." He had flirted with her. Lucas always flirted with Averill, though she couldn't figure out why. She had always figured she was more his sister than some one he was interested in, though she had crushed on him for as long as she could remember, in her own way.
Averill's heart fluttered at the mere implication that he thought she was cutie, and that he missed her. "Well... If you could come and get my friend Jess and I, we could come home with you I guess."
"I don't want you to just come home with me Averill, we're going to a party!" Lucas exclaimed. Averill grinned, kicking herself that she could get in to trouble again, and trouble was something she didn't want any of after she had actually calmed down so much and made so much progress.
Lucas picked up Averill and Jess around nine thirty; Averill, of course, had shot gun and Jess was in the back. Averill hadn't seen Lucas in almost a year, though they spoke frequently over the phone or on the computer. To her, he was more than cute; he was beautiful. He shines... Averill thought, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. He had his neat mess of shaggy dark brown locks fixed neatly, combed; and he was dressed neatly in a white muscle-shirt, a red plaid flannel shirt over that, and some jeans. His electric blue eyes contrasted so beautifully from his dark skin and hair. Averill melted all over again when he smiled at her.
"So..." Lucas looked at Averill, acknowledged Jess with half-assed nod, then return his gaze to Averill. "You ready to do some partying, sweetheart?" He asked, half-jokingly to which Averill responded with a hell yeah.
That night, the three partied hard. Jess undeniably had a crush on Lucas, that much was clear to Averill. She'd have none of it though; Lucas was one territory that she wouldn't let anyone she knew cross with out a fight. Averill made her territory clear to Jess, who moved on to talk to other cute guys. She ended up talking to one guy the whole night and Averill hoped they'd hit it off.
After everyone had passed out, Averill helped herself to the kitchen. She examined the pantry, scanning the shelves for something tasty. Nothing. She made her way to the fridge, opened the door and found it was stuffed with food. She didn't know where to begin. Before she had the chance though, Lucas entered the kitchen and laughed as soon as he saw her gazing at the wonderfully packed fridge. "Munchies?" He asked.
Averill chuckled to herself and closed the fridge, "No, just bored now that everyone is clocked out, really." She leaned against the counter and smiled at Lucas, who was still, even drunk as anything, beautiful to her. "I think my friend has a crush on you..." She laughed.
"Poor girl." He smirked, leaning on the counter next to Averill. He gave himself the privilege of standing so close to her, their sides touched. "I don't want her though. She's weird looking to me... I like red heads."
Averill kicked herself mentally, because she didn't know what to say or do. This was the most unexpected thing for her, and she didn't know how to handle it. Lucas interested in her, possible? A guy who had never shown any interest, but treated her like a sister.
Lucas studied her for a while, and he could tell exactly what was on her mind. He turned and got in front of her, placing his hands on her waist and circling around to her back, tucking his arms around her tightly. She returned the embrace by squeezing her arms under his and pulling him closer, her hands placed gently between his shoulder blades.
Before either of them knew what was going on, Lucas leaned in and kissed her. An explosion of emotions commenced inside of Averill. Her heart jumped in to her throat, her stomach flipped, and she was excited, nervous, upset, confused, and deliriously happy all at the same time. Maybe this is what is meant by fireworks? She thought.
Averill felt this probably wouldn't go anywhere after tonight, and she was his one night stand; but regardless of her paranoid thought process, Lucas had the same feeling she did. He loved her. He didn't know when it had happened or where, but he did.