Late Last Night (Completed) by Kenzie . (that summer book txt) 📕

me up anyhow. After everything this boy has done for me. He could wake me up anytime.

            “Oh, good, because I’m on your porch.” He said. I jumped up from my bed and quickly made my way to the front door, hoping down the steps two at a time.

            “I thought you had your own key.” I said as I reached the front door, the door opened and Lucas grinned at the doorway, phone in one hand holding it to his ear, and the keys in the other.

            “I was trying to be polite.” He said, walking into the foyer. He shut the door with his foot and without hesitation I hugged him around the waist. Lucas startled a little before both of his arms came back around me and he held me close. Hugging Ronnie was comforting and all, but hugging Lucas just gave me chills all the way to my toes.

            I was overcome with these feelings all of a sudden and it was all because of this incredibly annoying boy in my arms. He infuriates me to no end. He is unpredictable, and he literally stole my underwear and saw me naked. But he also cares for me; he was there for me during one of the worst things I think I have ever faced. And he still managed to make me smile now.

            Lucas Daniels was catching my feelings, and I’m not sure I minded anymore. I was tired of fighting it.

            “Hey there Lacy,” he sighed. I pushed away from him and grinned.

            “Hey.”

            “How’s your brother?” Lucas asked. I took his jacket off of him and took his hand. I could tell he was surprised by the gesture. I smiled at him and put him on the couch beside me.

            “Why are you smiling so much?” he asked slowly though narrowed eyes. I laughed and scooted closer to him.

            “No reason.” I said, looking up at him through my lashes. I pushed some of his hair out from his eyes. He looked at me weirdly.

            “No… there is something weird going on here.”

            I sighed, and pulled away. “My brother is fine. I’m fine. Well working on it.” I shrugged. “I can’t be here crying all the time. I haven’t even told Max what happened to our mother yet.”

            “What about…his father?”

            “Oh, I think he wants to be in his life now.” I said, leaning back into the seat of the couch. I folded my hands in my lap and focused on my fingers. “Yeah so we will see how that goes.”

            Lucas nodded a little and then took my hands in his. I smiled back up at him and took a deep breathe. “Lucas.. I know this really is not the best time, but I really need to tell you something.”

            I looked into his mismatched eyes and he smiled back hesitantly.

            “I- uh,” I cleared my throat a little. “I-”

            “Nadya, I need toilet paper for the massive crap I need to take,” Ronnie said. He came rushing down the stairs with only boxers on. “Midnight pasta does not agree with Ronnie’s stomach!”

            Totally not how I imagined this moment. I sighed, and got up. “Ronnie.”

            “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, putting his hands on his hips and smirking in the way I knew he was thinking something dirty. “Are you guys, like about to?” He motioned between us.

            “Well, obviously not now, now are we Ron?” I asked, walking over to him.

            “Wait what?” I heard Lucas say from the background/

            I shoved Ronnie in the direction of the cabinet where I keep all the supplies. “Go it’s in there.” I said. “Now Shoo.”

            “I think I’m missing something.” Lucas said from behind me. I turned around and looked at him. He was standing up now, a confused look on his face and hands in his pockets.

            “Were you about to…” he said slowly. “Um, what were you going to say.”

             I squared my shoulders and made my way over to him. “Okay, no bs-ing this now. I like you Lucas. Your annoying as hell, and I really want to kill you sometimes, but I really really like you.” 

Lucas blinked once. Then twice. I bit my lip as I waited for him to say something. “Say something.” I said.

            “Say that again?” he said slowly. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

            “I know you are not deaf.” I smirked. I held out my hand to touch his hands. “I do like you.”

            Lucas grinned and grabbed me by the waist. “Finally.” My eyes met his and I saw the true joy in his eyes, probably as much as mine. I took Lucas by the cheeks and finally I put my lips on his and a literal shock went through my whole system. I felt it all the way in my toes, his soft lips mingling with mine. Lucas’ arms wrapped around my waist, our bodies flushed together.

            “Well then.”

            We pulled apart, to see Ronnie watching us. “Well final-freakingly.” He clapped. I laughed at that, and Lucas grinned, putting his face in my neck.

            “The ship has cannoned.” Ronnie cheered, lifting his hands in the air. “My life has been fulfilled. This is like Korrasami all over again!”

 

Chapter Twenty – Six

“If you want it, take it I should have said it before. Tried to hide it, fake it. I can’t pretend anymore.”-Break Free- Ariana Grande

Five Years Later

 

            “Max!” I yelled. “Max!”

            “Yes, I’m coming, gosh.” I heard my little brother say. I put my hands on my hips and waited for him to come down the steps. Max finally reached the last step and looked at me with eyes. My mother’s eyes.

            I ignored his puppy brown eyes and pointed to the jacket on the ground.

            “What did I tell you about leaving your things around the house?” I asked. My voice was pretty level if I do say so myself, but I am losing patience and I am losing it fast.

            “To not do it?” he asked. He cocked his head to the side and looked at me in a way that reminded me of when he was just 4 and started living with me.

            “Are you asking or telling?” I countered.

            “Telling!” he said, and I could hear the attitude. He hoped down the last step, something I told him not to do, and then jogged to the jacket. I watched him pick it up, about to make a smart comment on how hard that single movement was when he began to laugh.

            “This isn’t even my jacket,” he smirked.

            “What do you mean?” I asked. Max held the jacket out to me and I snatched it away from him.

            He was right, the jacket was way too big for him. And to think of it, it did look familiar.

            “Lucas!” I yelled.

            Max laughed again and ran away when I glared at him. He was smart too, I thought, looking into Lucas’ jacket pocket for something to throw at him. I came upon a small box, but Max was too far.

            I heard Lucas hopping down the stairs, which I told him not to do either. But he was still as mischievous as ever, I swear he’s more of a 9 year old than Max.

            “Yes, my love.” He said. I looked over at him and even though his blue green eyes, deep voice and sexy smile made me melt, I still was angry.

            “Didn’t I tell you to put away your stuff?” I asked, holding out his jacket. His eyes widened, a little too much for just a jacket.

            “Uh, yeah your right my bad.” He laughed nervously. He walked over to me and attempted to take the jacket.

            “Wait, what’s wrong? What are you hiding?” I finally looked down at the box in my hand.

            “Nothing!” he said, his voice high pitched and his eyes shifty. I’ve known this man for 6 years now and as much as he loves to act like he’s a mystery, I know him pretty well.

            “Lucas.” I said slowly. “What’s in this box?” He didn’t answer, and tried to reach for it, but I kept it out his reach.

            “Come on, either you tell me or I open it.” I declared.

            “Fine! You annoying woman.” He reached further and snatched the box out of my hand. He grudgingly opened it and showed it to me.

            “Are you happy know, you just ruined everything.”

            But I could barely hear him, on account of the humming noise in my head. Wedding bells.

            “You idiot! You got me a ring?” I yelled, yanking the ring out of my boyfriend’s hands. “Holy shit!”

            “This is not how I imagined it.” He groaned. “But I should have known you would ruin it.”

            “Shut up,” I said, but I was smiling. He grinned back at me and leaned down. Our lips touched and I got the same feeling I had from the first time we kissed.

            “Did you just ask me to marry you Lucas Tale?” I smiled when we broke apart. He leaned back and pushed the hair out of my face.

            “Only if you’re saying yes, Nadya Sterling… Lacy?”

            I nodded vigorously, a little bit too much, considering my forehead knocked into his mouth.

            “Ow!” I yelled. “You have a tough mouth!” I grimaced.

            “What and your tough egg head doesn’t hurt?” Lucas snapped.

            We continued to argue just like that for quite a while, ignoring my brother and my best friend shaking their heads at us.

            “Well that was just so romantic,” Ronnie quipped, snapping pictures with his phone.

            “What do you expect?” Max shrugged. “They’re both idiots.”

THE END as of 11:17 8/13/2015

Finally!!

Okay, okay! I have to say a bunch of stuff now.

First,

Thank you for reading my ridiculous story! I love Nadya, especially love Lucas and I’m glad you read this crap in entirety.

Second,

if your reading this, I love you even more! I always need to do a long ass farewell note so here goes!

 

Late Last Night begun because I was bored and there was nothing to watch on Netflix.  I was mad about my drama shows being on haitus for the summer and I started to think, if I was a reader what would shock me the most.

Then I read this book. People ask me where I get my ideas, it’s all inspiration. And no I didn’t copy these ideas, nor did these things happen to me, but I did get the idea from another story. One where the character met a guy, thought he was hot, then found out he was marrying her mother. To be honest I didn’t finish the book, it was really boring. But that one factor stuck out to me. So I was like huh, what if the girl had the guy first and the mom took him away from her. How screwed up would that be!

But wait that’s a partial lie, cause now as I think about it, I really got the idea from Sarah Dessen. Her book Lock and Key which I adore where her mother abanded her! What I did was flesh out that idea more, why did she leave, and what did she do to make her daughter hate her.

Thus, Late Last Night.

Everything else added on were some other ideas I developed over the years.

Things I wish I did better:

1)Make Nadya more flawed. To me she seemed to perfect. Her family life wasn’t perfect but her personality was. She seemed too likeable. I want readers to be able to say “I don't like this” about her. I don't know maybe it's weird but I feel it’s more realistic. Nobody is perfect or completely likeable.

2) Marc more character. He seemed so blah towards the end. I mean I know he wasn’t the key love interest. And I think you as the audience knew this. I wanted it to feel like her choice would genuinely