Hey! Not much to do with the story happens in this chapter. It focuses on Lucy as she reveals more about herself to Tom. Enjoy!

Lucy's POV

I lay on my bed, clutching onto the stuffed blue nose friends dog Tom gave me for my Thirteenth birthday. Tom. How could he say that to me. I guess I could understand why he wanted more. I was only a girl who had loneliness issues, I could only keep him happy for so long. Like Bethany said, I'm surprised he hasn't run for the hills.

"Lucy? Can I come in now?" I heard him ask through the door. I sniffed loudly as I pulled myself from the bed. I looked at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see that I had only been locked in my room for a few minutes, it felt like hours. Slowly I crossed the room and opened the door. Tom stood there, staring at me but I couldn't look back, it hurt to much to know that the person I loved was bored with my friendship.

"Please let me explain." he said. I smiled weakly before turning away.

"You don't have to explain anything Tom. I get it." I said as I trudged back over to my bed. Tom followed me as I lay back down, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"What?" he asked, looking at me with his gorgeous brown eyes. I shrugged, wishing he would just go away and leave me to wallow in peace.

"I can be a handful to deal with. I can't stand being alone so that leaves you barely anytime to have guy friends. Because of me you've missed out on having someone to talk to about girls, sports or whatever guys like to talk about." I said, feeling a little bit more sick with each word. Tom just kept staring at me, before a smile spread across his face. Slowly he crawled across the bed until he was lying beside me, his arms wrapping around me in a gently but loving hug as he lifted me to lay most of my weight on him, my shoulders against his chest.

I instantly responded, tucking my head under his chin and burying my face in his shoulder. He stroked my hair, running his fingers through the brown locks.

"Lucy, you are all I'll ever need or want in a friend. You're smart, fun, sensitive, beautiful…you know nearly everything about guy stuff and girl stuff, making you the perfect info guide on all things important." I blushed. Tom just called me beautiful. "And I would never trade you for anyone in the whole universe. I need you almost as much as you think you need me." he finished, staring right into my eyes.

"Really? You're really sorry?" I asked. He nodded.

"I am so sorry Lucy. I was so stupid for saying that." he said with complete sincerity. I felt my eyes water again. I quickly hid them as I reached over and grabbed the dog.

"And you're sorry for wrinkles?" I asked. He smiled.

"Yes I'm sorry Wrinkles." he said, leaning down and kissing the top of the stuffed dogs head. I laughed, placing him down on the bedside table.

We stayed there for a few more minutes, comfortable in our embrace. It was a perfect moment to tell Tom how I felt about him. I looked up at him, to see him looking down at me, a small smile on his face. There was something in his eyes that gave me confidence to try.

"Tom…I need to tell you something." I said, reading myself for rejection if he didn't feel the same. He sat up slightly.

"You can tell me anything Lucy." he said, grabbing my hands. I could feel my heart beating nervously, my palms sweating.

"I…I l-lov-" I was cut off by Jake barging into the room.

"Guys. We have to…am I interrupting something?" he asked as he noticed our position on the bed. I jumped away from Tom, blushing furiously.

"No! We were just…nothing we were doing nothing." I said, keeping my eyes down. Jake shrugged.

"Anyway, we have to get rid of our parents for a while."

"How, we can't just make them leave for no reason." I said. I heard Tom stand up from the bed.

"Or maybe we can." he said. "Here's what I want you to do." he said, explaining his plan to Jake.

I stood there, wondering how I could tell Tom how I felt about him now. Jake had completely ruined our mood. It wouldn't have mattered, Tom doesn't feel the same. Soon Jake was rushing off, calling for Hannah and Lee. Tom turned to me and took my hand, leading me out the room.

"Where are we going?" I asked him. He grinned at me.

"Down to the lake." I gulped. There was only one thing Tom didn't know about me. I couldn't swim. Being completely surrounded by cold water was exactly what I felt whenever I was alone, so I never went in water. Tom noticed my hesitant look and stopped at the front door.

"Are you alright?" he asked me, peering at my face. I nodded, noticing Art was waiting outside with the controller in hand.

"Yeah. Come on, Art's waiting." I said, swallowing my fear as I walked out the door.

It didn't take us long to reach the lake, us hiding in the bushes as we watched Bethany and Rickey talk. It was when Rickey lifted Bethany into his arms that Tom decided it was time to end it. With a few flicks of his fingers, Art sent Bethany fling into the water before making Rickey turn and walk off the jetty, splashing wildly as he swam to the shore. We were all laughing hysterically when Bethany resurfaced, shouting after Rickey before she swam for the shore as well.

"Careful, don't break him." Tom warned as Art struggled to get Rickey to stand up. "Grab his shirt too." he instructed. "Ok, now take him back to the house." Tom instructed, turning to go as Art walked off towards the house. I was about to follow, when I remembered seeing Rickey set something down on the jetty.

Quietly I slipped out from our cover and ran towards the jetty, running along it until I reached the end. I felt a little queasy as the wood groaned under my feet.

"Luce! Come back!" I heard Tom shout as he ran to catch up to me. I stopped at the edge of the jetty and picked up what Rickey had dropped. It was what he had taken out of his car. I smirked as I handed it to Tom, who had caught up with me on the jetty.

"Very nice catch." he said, tossing it between his hands before shoving it in his pocket. I smiled, glad for the compliment. "Come on we should get back to the hous-" Tom's words fell away as the wood under my feet cracked, causing me to fall through the jetty and into the water. As soon as I realised what had happened I screamed, feeling the water force its way down my throat and into my lungs. I thrashed furiously in the water, managing to break the surface for a few seconds before I sank back down again.

Why didn't I listen to my gut and stay off the jetty, I could have just told Tom to get the small black thing. I could vaguely hear someone calling my name, but I was far to panicked to try and respond. My lungs were screaming for air and my head was starting to get light. I could feel my movements slowing. That's it, I'm goanna die before I got the chance to tell Tom how I felt.

Suddenly I heard a loud splash and then there was a shape in front of my eyes, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me up towards the light. I knew it, I'm dead. Now the angels will pull me towards the light. My head broke the surface and I found enough energy to suck in a deep breath of air. I felt the arm around my waist tighten while a soft hand turned my face to look into a pair of scared brown eyes.

"Lucy! Oh my god are you ok!" he asked, his legs kicking us back to shore. I couldn't answer, I couldn't move, only have my arms weakly encircle Tom's neck as he managed to get his feet on the ground. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to Rickey and Bethany's laid out towels, laying me down on them. I panted as I stared up at him, his sopping wet hair dripping onto my face as he hovered over me, staring at me worriedly. I could feel his hands on my face, wiping away my hair or water on my cheeks.

"Lucy! Lucy! Say something please." he begged. I coughed, shutting my eyes from the sun behind his head.

"Tom?" I grumbled. "I can't breath." I grumbled. His eyes widened.

"Do you need CPR?" he asked franticly. As much as I wanted to say yes, I shook my head.

"No, just for you to get off my stomach." I grumbled, pushing on his soaked shirt clad chest. He blushed as he backed up.

"Sorry. It's just I was so worried when you didn't resurface and I thought you were drowning and I just panicked." I placed my hand over his mouth, stopping him from passing out from lack of breathing.

"Tom. Even though I was drowning, it's ok. Thanks to you I'm fine." I said, getting my breath back enough to put a stop to his babbling.

"Why didn't you tell me you couldn't swim?" Tom asked, relaxing next to me as my head fell on his shoulder in exhaustion. No matter how awkward we were getting around each other, we had been doing this since we were fourteen. Whenever one of us got upset, we would sit in this position and just talk.

"Because I've already got so much wrong with me that I didn't want to put anymore pressure on you." I mumbled, feeling ashamed. Tom's eyes softened as he looked at me.

"No matter how many things you feel you have to go through, I will always be around to help you. I would never let anything hurt or scare you if I could." he said sincerely. I smiled at him. I've lost count of how many moments we've shared today. Just as I felt myself slipping into a nice little nap, Tom grabbed my arm, hauling me up.

"Come on. Art and the others are waiting for us back at the house." I nodded but stumbled, my legs still shaky. Tom noticed this and smiled.

"Come here." he smiled, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and the other under my knees, lifting me as if I were lighter then a piece of paper.

"Have you been working out?" I asked him as he walked. He smirked.

"Maybe? Like it?" he asked and I felt him flex. I smirked, placing my head on his shoulder and letting my eyes slide shut.

"Maybe. I'll tell you later." I mumbled before I nodded off to sleep.

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