Lost but Loved

Chapter Two: Cayden is a Nice Boy

Jane and Lucy left the ball and started walking down the street to Jane's house. The night was quiet and dark, the moon hiding behind clouds. A sense of forebroding came upon them and they walked faster. Their dresses swished with every movement.

"Jane? I like you and all, but why did you have to take to me the ball?"

Jane cast a glance at Lucy, raising her eyebrows as if to say, duh you stupid girl! You know why! "Because, Lucy," she started slowly. "Unlike you, I want to have a boyfriend. So I went to the ball because maybe, just maybe I could see Lancaster." She gave a sigh and slowed down.

"Jane?" Lucy said, trying to hide her giggles, "You and Lancaster? Are you serious? He's like, the royal's most trusted person or whatever. Do you really think-"

"Shut up, Lucy!" Jane glared at her friend, wishing she hadn't told her. To Lucy, it looked like Jane was about to take her head off her shoulders.

"Let's just stay calm and go to your house."

Jane hmphed and crossed her skinny arms but started walking. Lucy gave out a sigh of relief.

They reached Jane's house, a tall white house with a neat little garden against the porch, when the moon cast its full light on them. They entered the perfect kept lawn and walked up the steps. The front door creaked open to reveal blue eyes.

"Who be there?" a raspy voice asked. The girls rolled their eyes and continued to the door. "I said, who be there?"

Lucy reached the door, yanked it open and smacked the owner of the voice. "Ow!" it exclaimed in a not so raspy voice.

"Cayden, what are you doing?" Jane asked as she too, smacked him.

"Ow! Girls please calm down!" He looked up and flipped his long brown bangs back from his blue eyes. He stood up all the way, tall as Lucy, a very tall girl for her age, 5'11. He was slim like his sister but had a better attitude. At most times.

"Oh, hello, Lucy. Why are you here?"

"Because my uncle can't come into town until tomorrow. Is that alright with you?" She poked him in the chest with a finger and walked on down the bright hallway. The tapestries had been dusted earlier that day by the servants and showed the many battles the royals had been in. Pounding footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs from the second floor. A head with slicked back black hair and dark green eyes looked over the banister.

"Lucy! Woo hoo!" The person continued on running down the stairs.

Lucy turned, furious, towards Cayden. "Why didn't you tell me Thomas was here?" Thomas reached the bottom of the stairs and tackled Lucy in a hug.

He was taller than anybody in the town, smart and could win in any fight you put him in. His shoulders were broad and his arms thick with muscles. Pretty much all the girls around 13 through 21 were crazy about him. He could be an absolute jerk but had a heart at times. From jerk to sweet in minutes.

"I guess it must've slipped my mind. Sorry, Lucy," Cayden said with a shrug. Jane gave a sad little smile then hopped to the stairs.

Cayden grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going? Father's mad that you invited Lucy here for the ball. He said Lucy was to never go to another one with you after the last one!"

"Yeah but who's gonna tell him?"

"Please put me down!" Lucy yelled. Thomas dropped her and took her hand in his.

"My, Lucy. You look pretty tonight."

"Get lost, Thomas." Lucy pulled her hand away and stomped over to Cayden and Jane. "I'm furious with you Cayden but I'm too tired to deal with you now. And Jane, if your dad didn't want me going with you, I would have been perfectly happy at Uncle's." She trudged up the stairs to what used to be the guest room but was now considered her room, where she stayed any time she was there.