Chapter 917: 918 A One Time Thing

918 A One Time Thing

Amy settled into her seat at the cinema, a grin on her face as the movie began to play. The darkened theater was filled with excited murmurs and the rustling of popcorn bags. Yet, her thoughts were far from the screen.

She replayed her conversation with Lucas in her mind, over and over again. The memory of his voice, the sincerity in his apology, and his unexpected confession sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

As the movie unfolded, Amy found herself barely registering the plot. Her mind was a whirl of emotions. She remembered the initial shock of Lucas's confession, the way her heart had skipped a beat.

His admission that he liked her more than a friend had been unexpected, but it had stirred something within her. She couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and confusion.

The flickering images on the screen were lost on her as she thought about Lucas. She had missed him more than she had realized during the two weeks of silence. Despite the hurt and confusion, the sound of his voice had brought a sense of comfort and familiarity. She couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them.

Suddenly, the lights in the theater came back on, and the credits began to roll. Amy blinked, surprised that the movie was over already.

She hadn't followed it at all, despite having looked forward to it all week. She gathered her belongings and made her way out of the theater, feeling a mix of disappointment at not following the movie and anticipation at talking to Lucas again.

As she stepped outside into the cool night air, she flagged down a cab and the moment she was settled, she pulled out her phone and sent Lucas a text: [Hey, are you up for a phone call?]

Within seconds, her phone rang. She giggled as she saw Lucas's name on the screen. "Hey," she answered, her voice tinged with excitement.

"Hey, Amy," Lucas's voice was warm and relieved. "How was the movie?"

"It was... interesting," she replied, though she couldn't remember a single detail.

"Interesting? What was it about?" Lucas asked, curious.

Shame tinged her cheeks as a laugh bubbled up. "I... well, I didn't really pay attention, I was too distracted," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

"Distracted? By what?" Lucas's tone was teasing.

"By you," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "I couldn't stop thinking about our conversation."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Lucas spoke again. "Can we talk about what I said now?"

"Not right now. I'm still on my way home. I'd like to be settled when we talk about it. I reached out just because I wanted to talk to you while on transit. So, why don't you tell me what I've missed in the last two weeks since we last talked?"

Lucas chuckled, the sound bringing a smile to Amy's face. "I missed the sound of your laughter," Amy said, and Lucas felt a flutter in his chest.

"As I missed yours," he admitted, realizing it had become easier to admit his feelings.

"So? What did I miss?" Amy asked with a grin.

"Well, let me see... There have been a few funny incidents. You have no idea how distracted I have been," he said and her grin widened.

"Tell me one," she urged him.

"Like the time I was so distracted thinking about you that I poured orange juice into my cereal instead of milk," Lucas said, laughing at himself.

Amy burst into laughter, picturing the scene. "Did you actually eat it?"

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Lucas smiled, thinking about the difference between Amy and Rachel. He knew that if it were Rachel, she would have thrown a huge fit. "You're amazing, Amy."

"Thanks," she said softly, "But the fact that I said your lips are yours and that we are not exclusive yet doesn't mean it's okay to keep making out with other. You know that, right?"

Lucas smiled, "Of course, I do. It was a one time thing. I'm not a cheat, I promise."

Amy smiled, "Well, thanks for telling me about it. And you should know this doesn't change how I see you. If anything, it makes me happy that you could open up to me," she said and Lucas let out a relieved sigh.

"I'm glad to hear that. Thank you. It's late. You should go to bed," Lucas said, since it was already past midnight.

"I want to stay up and talk to you," Amy said as she took off her clothes. "You owe me two weeks' worth of conversation. So you better have some good stories."

Lucas laughed, feeling a sense of happiness he hadn't felt in weeks. "Okay."

Lucas launched into a tale about a disastrous cooking attempt, where he had confused sugar with salt and ended up with a horribly inedible dish.

Amy listened, laughing and teasing him. For a while, it felt like old times, and the hurt of the past two weeks began to fade.

When Lucas ran out of stories to tell, he asked, "What about you? What have you been up to?"

Amy sighed. "Not much, really. Just the usual. I spent the weekends mostly worrying and finding things to distract myself."

Lucas's voice softened. "I'm sorry, Amy. I didn't mean to put you through that."

"It's okay," she said. "Just don't do it again."

"I won't," he promised.

As the conversation continued, they talked about everything and nothing, filling the gaps left by the past two weeks. Amy felt a sense of contentment, knowing that their friendship and easy rapport was still in place.

Eventually, Amy's voice grew softer as fatigue set in. "I should let you get some sleep," Lucas said reluctantly.

"Yeah, I guess so," Amy agreed, with a yawn though she didn't want to end the call, "why don't you sing until sleep off?"

She asked and Lucas chuckled, "I don't have a good voice."

"I wasn't asking you to go audition somewhere. I just want to sleep off listening to your voice," Amy said and Lucas sighed.

"Alright," Lucas said as he thought about what song to sing.

After thinking for some time settled for an easy lullaby and as he sang, Amy slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Goodnight, Luca," she whispered sleepily.

"Goodnight, Amy," Lucas said, and waited until he didn't hear anymore sound before hanging up.

As he hung up, Lucas felt a sense of hope. Their friendship had survived a rough patch, and he believed it would only grow stronger from here.

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