"Hey, Lucas?" he heard his mom shout from downstairs. "Lucas?"

He paused his computer game and slowly got up from his computer desk, feeling the blood start rushing back into the leg he had been sitting on for the past hour. Opening the bedroom door, Lucas stuck his head outside of his room and shouted back down a loud: "Yeah?"

"Are you going out tonight, sweetie?" she asked, slowly making her way up the stairs.

"Mom, we've gone over this," Lucas said rolling his eyes. "I, your son, am at the bottom of the popularity food chain. A guppy if you will. You birthed an unpopular guppy, so no, I think I'm going to stay home with my Red Bull and potato chips and savor the few hours of the night where I can be a rich, 6'5 playboy in a Miami mansion."

"You sunburn, though," his mom said. "That's why you're always so pale."

"Thanks for the update, mom," Lucas said with a good natured laugh. "Why are you so interested in my whereabouts?"

"Your dad and I are going out for dinner, and I didn't want you to starve," she replied.

"I've got -"

"Don't say potato chips again. Potato chips are not a dinner food," she said patting the side of his face.

"I wasn't," Lucas said, twirling his doorknob, even though they both know he had been about to. "What I was going to say is that I've got a phonebook, and if I even want to limit my social interaction more, I can order pizza online."

"You need to get out more," his mother said.

"Usually I'd say the same to you, but, well, look at you," he said. "You look really nice, mom."

His mom took his hand and gave a dorky little twirl, her blue dress shimmering under the hallway light. It wasn't very often Dad took her out, being as he was a bit of an introvert like Lucas himself. His mom teetered a little bit in her heels after she finished spinning, trying to regain her balance.

"And people wonder where I get my gracefulness from," he sighed.

"That's your father and his big feet," she said with a dainty shrug. "But you know –"

"Oh God, mom. No. Stop. You already scarred me for life that time I came home early from summer camp, show some mercy."

"Big shoes?"

"Have a nice night, mom," he said closing his door.

"You know, it wouldn't kill you to go outside," his mom shouted through the door.

Maybe she was right, Lucas thought. He had been inside quite a lot lately, and he was sure almost every other kid in Rosewood was out, getting into some kind of trouble. Plus, it was night, so he wouldn't even have to put on sunblock.