So, Kendall/Lucy is actually one of my least favorite couples. But that doesn't mean I don't feel awful for Lucy. I mean, the other guys and Camille were all friends with her too—does nobody care that she was hurt and is now forever gone?! So yes, this is my way of venting. Poor 'lil Lucy.
Lucy's not one for deep thinking, but she does take it up occasionally. And when she does, she sometimes imagines things. She imagines what it would have been like: if he had chosen her.
They could have gone on dates, really, really awesome dates to rock concerts. He might not have liked them so much, but she knew he would have gone because he would have liked her. She could have worn her black boots and her punked-out striped leggings, and maybe she could have talked him into wearing a black blazer for her with some nice jeans. Maybe. And then he would have tried to hold her hand during the songs, which would have been an awful way to spend the concert, and she would have scrunched up her nose at him. But then he would have pressed a kiss to it and entangle their fingers anyway. Because really, he was just as stubborn as her.
They could have done more normal date-y things too though, like go for walks. He would have tried to hold her hand again, but this time, she wouldn't have let him because openly public displays of affection were mushy and gross. She would have worn her really big sunglasses, and that way, he wouldn't have noticed how often she stared at him. She would have always just lied and said she was looking past him and not actually gazing at those pretty green eyes of his, or that mussed head of tousled blonde hair, or those shiny perfect teeth that lit up his smirk. He probably would have bought her a smoothie; he had a thing for buying smoothies. She wasn't really a fan, but she would have put up with them for him. Besides, she didn't look so good sweaty anyway, so what could a cold drink hurt?
Or maybe they could have just done simple, kind of boring things, like hang out in her apartment. Only it wouldn't have been so boring because he would be there. They would have sat on her old couch and just watched TV. He would have tried to snuggle because he was just an obnoxiously cuddly guy, and she would have to remind him that she did not permit any sort of snuggling. But she could have still laid her head on his shoulder, because that didn't really count. And they could have still kissed, because that didn't count either. Plus, he was kind of an amazing kisser, and it wasn't every day that she got kissed. Or even noticed by guys, especially really cool guys like him. She usually had a tendency to scare them away. But he wasn't scared of her; he had actually liked her. He kept chasing her and chasing her and chasing her. So finally, she decided to let him stay.
Lucy touched a finger to her lips, delicately tracing the seam of them. She'd never understand how boys worked really. That was why she wrote that song "Boys Are Stupid and They Suck" on her debut album. Because if she'd known that he'd give her up once he got her, she would have never let him kiss her in that elevator and steal her breath away.
