A/N: I totally apologize! This one is super short! I've been really busy lately, but I wanted to get an update out. Hopefully my next one can be longer to make up for this one!
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"I really don't want to deal with this," I muttered quietly against Lucas' lips. He stifled a laugh and whispered, "We can't just ignore her; she's staring right at us." I knew he was right, but I shot him a pleading look just in case he decided to change his mind. I felt his grip on the back of my legs loosen, so I slid down planting both of my feet on the ground. Finally, we turned towards her. In the most casual voice I could muster, "Hey Meagan, what's up?" Her eyes bulged, "So, what? Are you guys, like, dating now?" "No, of course not!" I answered a little too quickly. She looked over to Lucas, investigating the situation, wanting a better answer. Instead of denying our actions, I felt his elbow discretely nudge into my side. He intentionally started slurring his words, "What? Peyton and me? Are you serious? If she weren't drunk..." he exaggerated a wink towards Meagan and signaled his head in my direction. I finally caught on, acting drunk as well, "Whatever, like anyone will find out!" I dramatically put my finger up to my lips, "Shhh!" "Peyton!" Lucas exclaimed, still pretending to be drunk, "That's Meagan! She'll tell the whole school!" "What's there to tell? Nothing happened. You were just walking me back to the hotel, right?" "Oh, yeah! That's right! Nothing happened. Wait, weren't we fighting? What if she tells people we were fighting?" "Duh, silly! We fight all of the time. I think people know." Turning back to Meagan, pretending as if we didn't just have a conversation about her like she wasn't there, Lucas walked towards her a little, "Thanks for meeting us at the party," he changed to a mock-drunken seductive tone, "I've enjoyed hanging out tonight." Meagan looked totally confused, "What do you mean? I haven't seen you all night!" "Oh, sh/t... Then who was that girl?" Meagan's nose scrunched, "You have got to be kidding me. How drunk are you?" "I don't know, but I think I'm going to be sick." I had to conceal a laugh when I watched Lucas pretend to walk towards Meagan, holding one hand over his mouth and one over his stomach like he was going to throw up all over her.
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"Man, she was totally repulsed by the thought!" We laughed the entire walk back to the hotel. Once there, I collapsed on the bed. Lucas tossed the hotel room key down on the vanity. Inhaling deeply, he breathed out, "I'm tired. It's been a long day." I shifted to lie on my side facing him propping up on one elbow, "So, do you think she'll tell anyone?" He shrugged, "Even if she does, we can just tell people we don't remember because we were drunk." He shrugged again confirming his uncertainty. He started walking towards the bed, when I blurted, "Should we just tell people?" "What would we say?" he laid down on his side facing me, "I mean, what's really going on? If we can't even answer the questions for ourselves, then we definitely won't be able to answer them for others." I closed my eyes and I felt the bed shift as Lucas leaned over to turn the light out. When I opened them, Lucas was sitting up taking his shirt off. His upper body was defined by the streetlight coming through the thin curtain that was covering the window. I had to know. "What is going on here?" He looked down at me, not actually expecting me to ask that question, and laid back down. "I don't know." He revealed honestly. "What do you know?" I joked. "I know that you know me better than anyone and that I love you?" "Even after years of yelling?" "Do you love me?" "Of course." I said not even taking a moment to think about it. "Even after years of yelling?" he countered. "Yes."