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Two Halves Make A Whole
"Do you have everything, Luke; Eric is waiting to take you to camp?" Joey Potter called out to her twelve year-old son. Her son called back, "Yeah, I'll be down in a minute."
Lucas James Potter looked around his room, knowing he wasn't going to be sleeping in it for the next six weeks. He was looking forward to going to camp, but was also nervous about it. This would be the first time he was ever truly parted from his mother for a certain length of time. He and his mother were very close.
This tended to happen when you hadn't met nor knew your father. His mother didn't really like to talk about him. All she told him was that he looked like his father. He knew this, considering he had a torn picture of his father.
He often wondered who had been in the other half of the torn picture and when it had been taken.
It was sometimes frustrating not knowing and having his father around, especially when the other children at school would ask where is father was. What was he supposed to say, my mom never talks about him, clams up and gets all quite and distant?
He sighed and grabbed his backpack, before running down stairs. His mother was waiting at the open front door, with a suite case on wheels, containing his clothing and toiletries for the next six weeks.
As soon as he reached his mother, she pulled him into a loving hug. His head just about touch her chest area. He was quite tall for his age. He clung to her; he silently admitted it he was a mama's boy. What did you expect when she was the only parent he had ever known?
As they were pulling away from their embrace, Lucas noticed Eric waiting by a large black limousine outside the large two story house. He nodded to Joey and said to Luke, "Ready to go Luke, we've got a long drive a head of us?" Luke beamed at Eric and nodded.
He was right; they did have a long drive a head of them. It was five thirty in the morning, it was still dark outside. Lucas had to check in at camp at three thirty that afternoon. They had over a ten hour car journey.
Eric Fitzsimmons was a handsome man, similar in age to Joey (Think Brandon Routh). He had been hired by Joey, not long after Luke had turned five. He had been Luke's own personal driver ever since. They were the best of friends and even had their own personal handshake.
Joey kissed her son and the cheek one last time, before he moved towards the limo. Eric put Lucas's suite case in the trunk of the limo. He then went and opened the door for Luke.
Joey waved as the limo pulled out of the beautifully manicured grounds of her home. She waved unknowing that her life as she knew was about to be turned upside down. Unknowing the one man from her past she had never gotten over and most likely never would, was soon to re-enter her life.
They arrived at three thirty on the dot, that afternoon. Eric helped Lucas get his suitcase out of the trunk. Then they shared their own handshake, before Eric told him to enjoy camp and that he would be there to pick him up in six weeks.