“Mmm-hmm… Though, I did hear there was a playhouse around here somewhere,” she says.
“Claudia Lucas, I do believe my crazy family is rubbing off on you.”
“God, I hope so,” she says with a laugh, and I take her hand and lead her away from the crowd. She pulls me toward the small house and I crouch down and go through the door after her.
Crazy family, and the woman of my dreams wearing my ring.
Life is so fucking good, there are no words.
The End.
To my #BB4L: You've kept me going since mom got sick. I have no words to tell you thank you.
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J
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White’s Story
Chapter 1
Kayla
“You’re what?!”
I hold the phone away from my ear, wincing. That man can yell.
“Calm down, White. I said, I’m getting married.”
“Who the fuck to? Kayla, if you’re still seeing that bastard Crenshaw after he…”
“I’m not seeing Bobby.”
“Damn it, that was only a month ago. How are you getting married?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Well, it just so happens I seem to have a lot of free time on my hands, so explain it to me.”
“Yeah, right. Football season starts next week. I may not watch the crap, but I keep up with the MVP in last year’s big game.”
“Obviously not enough or you would know I messed up my fucking shoulder last week in practice. I’m out for six weeks.”
“Oh no, White! I’m so sorry. You didn’t tell me! Why didn’t you text me?”
“You were dealing with enough cleaning Crenshaw out of your life… or at least I thought you were. So come on, Kayla, tell me what’s going on.”
“You’re just going to get mad.”
“Tell me,” he growls and I take a breath to shore up my courage.
I’ve been best friends with White Hall Lucas since I was fifteen years old and his brother Green broke my heart. I was all set to go to the prom with Green, and he stood me up when his girlfriend Cynthia suddenly wanted him back. Green welcomed her back with open arms, even though the bitch only did it because Tommy Haynes, the star football player, hurt his leg and couldn’t dance. Green was kind of an idiot when it came to Cynthia. According to White he still can be, which is just plain sad.
I’ve come to really like the Lucas family, from all of the brothers that their mother Lily named after colors in a crayon box, to his sisters who are all named after flowers. And his mother, despite all of her far-out-there ways of naming her kids and her craziness, is one of the sweetest people you’d ever want to meet. They’re all kind, loving people who make you laugh and open their doors and hearts to you. Above them all, though, is White Hall. White took me to the prom in his brother’s place. He dried my tears as I cried over his brother. He took me fishing and we just sort of began this friendship that’s lasted for twelve years. A friendship I love. A friendship I hate. Hate because, though White may see me as his best friend—and I am, as he is mine—the truth is… I love him. I’m horribly, desperately, and irrevocably in love with White, and he doesn’t have a clue. I can’t tell him because there’s no way I can ruin our friendship. If he knew how much it killed me through the years as he went from one woman to the next, it would change the way he sees me, and I can’t let that happen. White isn’t attracted to me. He never has been. He sees me as a buddy, a pal, and has from day one. It sucks, but I’ve learned to adapt. I’ve had to; it’s the only way I can keep White in my life, and that has been the most important thing.
“Kay? Talk to me,” he says, and the concern in his voice is my undoing, just like always.
“I’m lonely, White.”
“What?”