The soft glow of the television cast flickering shadows across the room as Tyler and Lucas sat side by side, the sound of their favorite series, House MD, filling the comfortable silence.
Tyler, with his legs stretched out on the ottoman, glanced sideways at Lucas, and his lips curled into an amused smile when he noticed that Lucas was once again glancing at the wall clock and his phone as though he was waiting for sothing. Or rather soone.
"Are you going sowhere?" Tyler asked with mock curiosity.
"No. Where would I be going at this ti?" Lucas asked with a frown.
"Then are you waiting for a delivery? Perhaps pizza?" Tyler asked and Lucas scowled at him.
"Why are you asking that?"
Tyler grinned, "You seem to be waiting for sothing. I've noticed you glancing at your phone and the clock a couple of tis now. Wait. Are you waiting for Amy to text or call?" he teased lightly and chuckled when Lucas glared at him, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"No," he muttered defensively, turning his attention back to the television.
But his lie was betrayed almost instantly as his phone buzzed, and he quickly picked it up to check it while Tyler kept watching him.
Lucas' face fell when he saw it was just a spam ssage, and he dropped the phone with a hiss of annoyance.
Tyler chuckled, the sound rich with amusent. "Sure, you're not waiting for Amy to wake up," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Lucas shot him a dark look, feeling the need to defend himself. "How are you so sure it's not Lucy I'm waiting for? Or my parents? Besides, Amy is just my friend."
"Of course, she is," Tyler replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I never said she was anything more," he said, deliberately ignoring his reference to Lucy and his parents.
Lucas's expression softened slightly, but he still felt the need to clarify. "Really, she's just a friend."
Tyler nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Really, I know. By the way, I've noticed you seem more relaxed and happier now than you did when you first got here," he said, changing the subject slightly but keeping the conversation light.
"It's not because of Amy," Lucas said quickly.
Tyler's smile widened. "I never said it was because of Amy. I'm just glad to see you happy. I don't care if it's because of Amy or not. But if Amy is behind it, you should tell so I can thank her for reviving my best friend."
Lucas scoffed, trying to mask his embarrassnt. "You sound like an old man right now."
Tyler laughed. "I am old. We are not getting any younger, you know?" Tyler said and they both returned their attention to the television.
"If you were a character in House MD, do you know who you would be?" Tyler asked after so ti and Lucas shrugged.
"Foreman maybe or Wilson. I love how they both like to stick to the rules…"
"I think you'd be Dr House. You both have a way of denying your feelings. Like you, he keeps hiding his feelings for Cuddy behind the friendship and their very interesting banters," Tyler said and Lucas sighed, exasperated.
"I thought we were done with that subject?" Lucas asked and Tyler chuckled.
"I wasn't done. I will ask you one question, then I'm done," Tyler said and Lucas raised a brow.
"What?"
"Are you going to make Amy your best friend with benefits when you get back to Ludus?" Tyler asked with a grin.
Lucas was taken aback by the question. "Why would you ask that?"
Tyler leaned back, looking relaxed and slightly mischievous. "You ntioned before that you were thinking about having a friend with benefits, rember? (Chapter 800). Now that you have a female friend, I'm just curious if she fits the bill."
"No! Of course, not. Besides, Amy's not that kind of girl," Lucas said, shaking his head.
"What kind of girl is she?" Tyler asked, curious to know what Lucas thought of Amy.
"She's innocent and emotional. She's the kind of girl you date for the long term," he said dismissively.
Tyler resisted the urge to grin, "So you're just going to stay friends with her?"
"Yes," Lucas affird, his voice firm.
"You're not going to date her for the long term?" Tyler asked again.
"No," Lucas said and Tyler nodded.
"Well, good luck with that," he said, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "I'm heading to bed." He said, standing up and stretching.
"Goodnight," Lucas said, relieved that Tyler was leaving and he didn't have to continue with the conversation.
As Tyler walked away, Lucas rose and turned off the television before heading to his bedroom too.
After getting ready for bed, he decided that he has waited long enough and picked up his phone to send Amy a text.
Away from there, Amy woke up to the soft chi of her phone. She reached for it groggily, and a smile spread across her face when she saw the ssage was from Lucas.
[Knock Knock] it read.
She quickly typed back a response. [Who's there?]
[Ion] he replied.
[Ion who?] she texted back.
[Ion know if you're awake, but since you answered I guess you are, so I'm going to call now. Good morning.]
Amy giggled as she read his text, [Sure.] Amy texted back and rose to stretch as she waited for his call.
It was three weeks now since they beca weekend buddies and Lucas never failed to wake her up on Saturdays or talk to her in the morning before she went about her day.
Saturday mornings had beco the highlight of her weeks, and she loved her weekends more now because of their discussions.
Amy received Lucas' call the mont it ca in, and she smiled as his voice filled her speaker.
"Hey, buddy! Slept well?" He asked, and she grinned.
"Yup. I did. How was your day? And how did the presentation go?" Amy asked since Lucas had told her he had a presentation that week, when they spoke over the last weekend.
"It was alright, I guess," Lucas said and Amy raised a brow.
"You guess?" She asked, wondering what happened.
"Yeah. I don't want to talk about it," he said, and sothing in his tone told Amy that he was embarassed about whatever it was that had happened.
She giggled, "Why not? What did you do?"
"I didn't say I did anything," Lucas said and Amy grinned.
"But sothing happened. What happened? Tell ," she urged him.
"No," he said, and Amy laughed.
"You're going to make imagine all sorts of things if you don't tell what happened," she said and Lucas' lips twitched.
"Your imagination is yours. Feel free to imagine whatever you want," Lucas said, since there was no way he was going to tell her that he had done the presentation the whole ti without knowing his zipper was open, and it wasn't until it was ti for questions that one of the ladies in his class had pointed it out to him.
"Are you going out for your gas as usual?" he asked, changing the subject.
Seeing as he really didn't want to tell her about it, she decided not to press, "Yeah. I'm also going to the spa later," she ntioned.
"Alright. Don't forget to send a picture when you're done." Lucas requested.
"I'm always sending you pictures, but you never send any," she pointed out.
"You've never asked for any," he said, and she rolled her eyes.
"Alright. Send one now," she said and Lucas chuckled.
Lucas pulled the phone back and made a silly face as he took a selfie. When he was done, he sent it to her.
"I just sent it," Lucas said, and he grinned when Amy laughed after seeing the picture.
"Can we FaceTi? I'd love to see your face as we talk," she said and Lucas raised a brow.
"Are you not in a hurry to leave for your sports?"
"Seeing your face is worth going late," she assured him, and he chuckled.
"Alright. Are you decent?" He asked, since he knew she just woke up from sleep.
Amy smiled, "Yes. But give a minute," she said and quickly hung up.
While Amy ran into the bathroom to wash her face and put on a bra, Lucas walked over to the mirror to check himself, making sure he looked presentable.
Satisfied, he returned to his phone and called her back but this ti on video call.
The mont the call connected, they both looked at each other with silly grins on their faces.
"You look fine to ," Lucas said, admiring her through the screen. "Why do you need to go to the spa?"
"I need to get my facials, a massage, and do my pedicure and manicure," Amy explained.
Lucas shook his head, rembering that Rachel always did all of that too. "I've never seen the need for all of that. Guys don't do it, and we look just fine."
Amy laughed. "Guys do it. You just don't do it. And don't worry, you will see the need when you see my before and after pictures."
Lucas grinned, recalling the makeover Amy and Miley had done before their date the last ti. "You know what I just rembered?" Lucas asked and Amy shook her head, a smile tugging her lips.
"No. What?"
"The date with You and Miley. You both went to the spa before coming for that date, didn't you?" He asked and Amy laughed.
"Yes. It was Miley's idea. I really don't do this whole spa stuff. Miley is the one always making do it. This will be my first ti doing it without her," she admitted.
"Will you be okay? Want to stay awake and keep you company?" He asked, and she smiled at his thoughtfulness.
"I will be fine. Thanks for offering," she said, and Lucas nodded.
"Alright. Have fun, okay?" He said and Amy nodded.
"Sure. I will."
"And don't forget to send pictures," Lucas reminded her.
"I won't. Goodnight, Lucas," Amy said, her voice warm. "Talk to you later."
They hung up, both feeling a sense of satisfaction from the call. Lucas put his phone down, a smile still lingering on his face as he dozed off.
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