Trying to Score
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Fallon,
I want what we had back,
Love, Lucas
“Wow. No reason beating around the bush, huh Lucas?” Fallon said as she reread the note. Someone had written it for him, probably Levi or maybe even Rob, because Levi would never put hearts around Lucas’ name. Fallon shook her head, dropping the note on her desk.
What the hell was she gonna do with him?
The next day, it wasn’t roses that filled Fallon’s office but white tulips. Lucas sent so many that some had to go out into the waiting room. He also sent a little tree that held all her favorite shades of Chanel's Rouge Double Intensity lip gloss. She didn’t understand his game, how did he remember her favorite lip gloss, or even her favorite flower? It had been seven years! Really?!
The gifts had set Fallon on edge, but the note about sent her over it.
The meaning of tulips is generally perfect love, but the white tulip means forgiveness.
Forgive me Fallon, please.
Love, Lucas
Forgive him?
After everything he did! He wanted her to forgive him, seriously? Was he freaking crazy? And what did he mean by perfect love? Why did he have to put that on there! Was he trying to drive her straight into a mental institution? Fallon reread the note a hundred times before she finally decided that either she was crazy or he was.
How does someone go seven years without seeing a person and after one night of seeing them decide they want the person back! What the hell did Fallon do to cause him to want her back to the point of expensive flowers and lip gloss? Her behavior shouldn’t have been rewarded with amazing gifts, it should have made him want nothing to do with her!
What the hell was going on!?
Fallon sat with her hand in her hair totally dumbfounded as she flicked a tube of lip gloss with her finger. The door open and Audrey stepped in, looking too cute for words in her bright purple sweater dress and thigh high purple boots. Audrey glanced around the room before raising an eyebrow at Fallon.
Fallon didn’t move, she was too confused.
“What’s up with the flowers?”
“Lucas,” Fallon said as if that answered the question perfectly. “What the hell am I gonna do about him?”
“He sent all this? Oooh, lip gloss,” Audrey gushed as she came to the desk, looking at all the shades that hung from different branches. Fallon swore Audrey had ADD or something. The girl couldn’t focus for shit.
“Audrey! Focus!” Audrey looked up and smiled.
“I like lip gloss, especially this kind.”
Fallon let out an aggravated sigh before letting her head fall into her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Tell him to leave you alone.”
“I did, he ignored me.”
“You told him, ‘Lucas do not talk to me anymore, I don’t want your gifts’.”
Fallon thought for a moment. “Well no, but I thought he would get the hint with how rude I’ve been.”
“Oh my gosh, you want the gifts!” Audrey accused as she pointed her finger at Fallon, “If you didn’t, you would tell him to leave you alone!”
“Whatever! I don’t want none of it!” Fallon yelled back. She looked around the room, looking for the piece of paper that held Lucas’ number. When she found it she dialed the number quickly as Audrey watched her.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling him!” Fallon exclaimed just as he picked up.
“I knew the lip gloss tree would get you,” he said in his egotistical way.
Ah! He drove her crazy!
“I do not want your gifts, stop with them, and stop talking to me!”
Fallon slammed the phone down and crossed her arms.
“See,” Fallon said, only inches away from sticking her tongue out at her sister.
“Oh my beautiful sister dear, all I see is a very confused woman that not only likes the gifts but still likes the guy that sent them to her.”
Before Fallon could say anything, Audrey was out the door with nothing but a wave. Fallon looked down at her desk, scared out of her mind as the tears welled up in her eyes.
Because Audrey was probably right.
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Lucas smiled like a Cheshire cat as the line went dead after Fallon hung up on him. He was getting to her, and it had only been two days.
Damn he was good.
“What’s that smile about?”
Lucas looked up as his mom laid a big plate of food in front of him. She smiled down at him and he smiled back before saying, “I’m just looking forward to something.”
Molly smile stayed in place as she sat across from him. Her bright blue eyes locked on his as she said, “About?”
Lucas smiled as he looked across the table that held the woman that he loved more than life. Molly hadn’t changed at all over the years. She was a little heavier, and wrinkles lined her eyes but to Lucas she was still the most beautiful woman on earth. Her brown hair fell bone straight along her shoulders with only a piece pulled up in a barrette. Her smile was still as bright as the sun, as Lucas’ dad, James, would always say. Lucas couldn’t have felt more loved then he did when he was under her gaze.
But how was he going to tell her about Fallon?
“Um, well, I saw someone from my past.”
“Who?” Molly said as she picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite. “Do I know them?”
“Yeah, you do.”
Molly raised an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Fallon,” Lucas said quietly. Molly’s face changed from happy to worried within a second.
I want what we had back,
Love, Lucas
“Wow. No reason beating around the bush, huh Lucas?” Fallon said as she reread the note. Someone had written it for him, probably Levi or maybe even Rob, because Levi would never put hearts around Lucas’ name. Fallon shook her head, dropping the note on her desk.
What the hell was she gonna do with him?
The next day, it wasn’t roses that filled Fallon’s office but white tulips. Lucas sent so many that some had to go out into the waiting room. He also sent a little tree that held all her favorite shades of Chanel's Rouge Double Intensity lip gloss. She didn’t understand his game, how did he remember her favorite lip gloss, or even her favorite flower? It had been seven years! Really?!
The gifts had set Fallon on edge, but the note about sent her over it.
The meaning of tulips is generally perfect love, but the white tulip means forgiveness.
Forgive me Fallon, please.
Love, Lucas
Forgive him?
After everything he did! He wanted her to forgive him, seriously? Was he freaking crazy? And what did he mean by perfect love? Why did he have to put that on there! Was he trying to drive her straight into a mental institution? Fallon reread the note a hundred times before she finally decided that either she was crazy or he was.
How does someone go seven years without seeing a person and after one night of seeing them decide they want the person back! What the hell did Fallon do to cause him to want her back to the point of expensive flowers and lip gloss? Her behavior shouldn’t have been rewarded with amazing gifts, it should have made him want nothing to do with her!
What the hell was going on!?
Fallon sat with her hand in her hair totally dumbfounded as she flicked a tube of lip gloss with her finger. The door open and Audrey stepped in, looking too cute for words in her bright purple sweater dress and thigh high purple boots. Audrey glanced around the room before raising an eyebrow at Fallon.
Fallon didn’t move, she was too confused.
“What’s up with the flowers?”
“Lucas,” Fallon said as if that answered the question perfectly. “What the hell am I gonna do about him?”
“He sent all this? Oooh, lip gloss,” Audrey gushed as she came to the desk, looking at all the shades that hung from different branches. Fallon swore Audrey had ADD or something. The girl couldn’t focus for shit.
“Audrey! Focus!” Audrey looked up and smiled.
“I like lip gloss, especially this kind.”
Fallon let out an aggravated sigh before letting her head fall into her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Tell him to leave you alone.”
“I did, he ignored me.”
“You told him, ‘Lucas do not talk to me anymore, I don’t want your gifts’.”
Fallon thought for a moment. “Well no, but I thought he would get the hint with how rude I’ve been.”
“Oh my gosh, you want the gifts!” Audrey accused as she pointed her finger at Fallon, “If you didn’t, you would tell him to leave you alone!”
“Whatever! I don’t want none of it!” Fallon yelled back. She looked around the room, looking for the piece of paper that held Lucas’ number. When she found it she dialed the number quickly as Audrey watched her.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling him!” Fallon exclaimed just as he picked up.
“I knew the lip gloss tree would get you,” he said in his egotistical way.
Ah! He drove her crazy!
“I do not want your gifts, stop with them, and stop talking to me!”
Fallon slammed the phone down and crossed her arms.
“See,” Fallon said, only inches away from sticking her tongue out at her sister.
“Oh my beautiful sister dear, all I see is a very confused woman that not only likes the gifts but still likes the guy that sent them to her.”
Before Fallon could say anything, Audrey was out the door with nothing but a wave. Fallon looked down at her desk, scared out of her mind as the tears welled up in her eyes.
Because Audrey was probably right.
*****************************************
Lucas smiled like a Cheshire cat as the line went dead after Fallon hung up on him. He was getting to her, and it had only been two days.
Damn he was good.
“What’s that smile about?”
Lucas looked up as his mom laid a big plate of food in front of him. She smiled down at him and he smiled back before saying, “I’m just looking forward to something.”
Molly smile stayed in place as she sat across from him. Her bright blue eyes locked on his as she said, “About?”
Lucas smiled as he looked across the table that held the woman that he loved more than life. Molly hadn’t changed at all over the years. She was a little heavier, and wrinkles lined her eyes but to Lucas she was still the most beautiful woman on earth. Her brown hair fell bone straight along her shoulders with only a piece pulled up in a barrette. Her smile was still as bright as the sun, as Lucas’ dad, James, would always say. Lucas couldn’t have felt more loved then he did when he was under her gaze.
But how was he going to tell her about Fallon?
“Um, well, I saw someone from my past.”
“Who?” Molly said as she picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite. “Do I know them?”
“Yeah, you do.”
Molly raised an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Fallon,” Lucas said quietly. Molly’s face changed from happy to worried within a second.
