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Fae's POV
"Roger, I don't want to talk about it." My voice was shrill even to my own ears. But it worked, at least. I heard the door...window...thing, close behind him, and with that noise came relief. I let the tears stream down my cheeks, and I slammed across the city. Or as much as I could see from The Loft's fire escape, which was a block or two tops.
New York was truly a beautiful city. Dirty, filthy, disgustingly over-populated? Definitely. But more beautiful then I could believe. People milling about, going from A to B, with a point, a purpose...
"Hey." I flinched, and turned towards the voice, but turned away quickly. I couldn't stand Lucas seeing me cry right after our date. Especially after the end of our date.
"Lucas. I'd thought you'd left." I said, after a deep breath as he slipped his arms around me. Then I had a heart-stopping thought. Forcing my voice into nonchalantness (as much, at least, I could since I'd been crying), I asked, "You didn't hear any of that, did you?"
"No." There was a slight pause. "And I hope it wasn't over the...interesting, end to our date." A shock went though my body as he pressed his lips against the back of my neck.
"Of course not." I felt his arms tighten around me. He didn't believe me. "I just...He just...I..." I mumbled the rest. I didn't know what the hell I was trying to say.
"Wanna talk about it?" The concern in his voice made me malt against him a little.
"Not really. I just want...Oh, never mind." I couldn't admit that I wanted to leave. He might take it wrongly. I'd just suffer through it. Anyways, I 'd have to face them again sooner or later.
"Want what?" He pressed, with good intentions, though.
"I want...well, I guess it's more of a don't want, really." I sighed. "I don't want to stay around themfor the entire damn weekend." There was another pause, a little longer then the last one.
"Spend the weekend at my house." I half-turned towards him in shock.
"I-I didn't mean--" He quieted me by slipping a finger over my lips. This was exactly what I hadn't wanted to happen. I didn't want him to think I expected him to offer or anything. Because I honestly hadn't.
"It'll get you away from them. And you can meet my mom." He sounded kind of nervous at the prospect.
"They'll worry when they don't see me for two days. Joanne might call the cops or something."
"You can spend the night at my place, then we can sneak back tomorrow morning before anyone's awake, and you can leave a note saying you're sleeping over at a friend's or something." It...made sense. I wiped my eyes against the back of my hand. They hardly woke up before two, at least since the day after the twins and I had arrived.
"I...I guess...Hold on, though, I have to get another set of clothes."
"Wouldn't that look a little suspicious though? Walking right by..." I felt him turn his head to the glass looking in on the living room and kitchen. Suddenly, I was very grateful the couch was turned away from the windows. But...what if Roger's not on the couch? "What's-his-face...The albino's lover?"
"That door," I said, pointing to the other window...door...thing, leading off the fire escape. "Goes into the bedroom I share with the twins."
"What if you wake them up? Anyways, you can borrow my sister's clothes." He moved his arms away, and took my hand. "Please Fae?" His voice was soft and concerned, and not something I could argue with, so I let him lead me down the stairs.
*****
We went most of the way in silence, until he led me up a few steps into an apartment building. "I live here..." Lucas said, unnecessarily, as he took out a key and unlocked the door leading into a hallway. He held it open as I eased in. It was a brown-reddish hallway, with a bunch of dark wooden doors leading off, shining gold numbers on the doorways. "Ours' is down at the end."
I knew from our conversation at diiner that 'ours'' meant him and his mother. His sister was only there during the summers, since she spent most of the year with their dad. Lucas' mother had full custody over him, since he didn't really...get along with his father.
His mother he didn't really talk about in much detail. I didn't know what to expect. And I was worried...Would she like me?
When he opened the door, I was blinded by...clean. Pure white surfaces gleamed. The front door led straight into the kitchen. A portly lady stood over the sink, muttering to herself. "Doesn't even bother to call to tell me he'd be late! And he just expects..."
"Mom, I'm home." Lucas said, closing the door behind us. The woman whipped around.
"And where have you been? Prancing around all night without so much as a note or a phone call to tell me you were going to be later then you told me! You could have died! You could have been raped!"
"Mom--"
"Did it ever occur to you that I might be worried? No, of course not! I'll just...Who's this?" Lucas' mother's voice softened a bit when she saw me.
"This," Lucas pulled me forward, "Is Fae, the girl I told you about. I...erm...well, she had a bit of trouble at home. That's why I'm late."
"I'm sorry." I mumbled, not looking at his mom, and shifting nervously on the spot, hoping against hope Lucas wasn't going to tell his mother what had happened. He doesn't even know what happened! Not really... But his assumption could only be as bad.
"No need to apologize, dear." She smiled kindly at me. "But Lucas, why--"
"Well, I wanted to know if she could spend the weekend. Because of her problems at home..." He repeated the second part, as though reminding her, and I flinched.
"Of course you can stay the weekend, dear! Just let me get Jamie's room ready. Call me Karen, by the way. And you," She almost growl as she pointed to Lucas. "Dishes. Now." Then she left.
Lucas grumbled, and grabbed the sponge. I quickly grabbed a rag. "I'll dry."
