My Salvation

08.

I also get informed about how "disgustingly loud Lucas and Blair are when they're banging" by Charlie. I blocked my ears for the rest of his rant.

The rest of the week wasn't nearly interesting, the only things that happened was Blair spilling her water on my shirt 'accidentally' at school, and surprisingly having a super enjoyable time working at Jess' restaurant with Lydia.

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Just like that, it's Saturday once again, and Lucas is back. I saw him arriving back home when I was playing catch in the front yard with Carlos and Maria. I noticed his eyes flicker towards mine for a moment, but they looked somber, and focused on something else.

I'm now curled up on my bed, sketching something random, my eyes pry away from my sketch book when I noticed Lucas' blinds shut swiftly, and aggressively. I don't think anything of it, and go down to the kitchen for a snack. Mark and Jess are sitting in the kitchen, with a freshly baked batch of chocolate chip cookies, neatly wrapped up in plastic wrap, with a little red bow.

"Who's this for?" I ask, inhaling deeply, the delicious scent wafting through the air.

A saddened expression falls upon both of their faces before Mark speaks up, "Are you friends with Lucas Jones?"

"I know him, yeah, I wouldn't say we're friends though," I respond, my eyebrows furrowing in utter confusion.

"Could you please drop these cookies off at his house, we were going to do it, but he might appreciate you doing it instead," Jess said, I didn't really understand why, but I agree anyways.

As I arrive at his door, I knock three times but there's no answer, although, before I left, Mark said that if no one answered, I can just go in because it's probably unlocked. It feels kind of wrong, but I do so anyways.

There's definitely no one home, I'm about to just drop the cookies off and leave, but then I see a note placed on the kitchen counter.

Dad I'm at the graveyard,
you don't need to call the cops
because I'm not missing.
-Lucas

Curiosity sparks in my brain. Is that why I'm giving him cookies right now? Who's grave? What is happening? I know I probably shouldn't disturb him, but I'm already intrigued as to why he's there, so I pick up the cookies, and run back home.

"Jess, can I please use your car?" I ask, she eyes me suspiciously, but then grabs her keys.

"You're going to find Lucas aren't you," Jess says with a twinkle in her eyes.

Shrugging my shoulders, I grab the keys, and to my surprise, she swiftly scribbles down an address and hands it to me. It's the location of the grave that he's at. "Tell him Mark and I say hi."

I nod, and head off.

Twenty minutes later, I'm walking through the gravesite with the bundle of cookies rested in my hand when I see a certain brunette haired boy sitting down by one. As I get closer and closer, the sniffling and bloodshot eyes from crying become more prominent. So does the bottle of alcohol next to him.

Lucas' head jolts towards my direction as I arrive next to him, he looks at me up and down before turning his head to the grass beneath us. He takes of swig of his beverage before speaking up, "What are you doing here?" He questions, I simply sit next to him and place the cookies between us.

I'm still beyond pissed off at everything he's done, but nobody deserves to lose a loved one. I keep my eyes away from the grave out of respect, he doesn't have to tell me if he doesn't want to.