SAMUEL
I went home at a calm but somewhat fast pace at times, I couldn't hide my eagerness to arrive and find out what was happening at my house.
Having Lucas by my side, observing everything I was doing, didn't help my nerves much.
"Why are you staring at me so much?" I ask him irritably, not taking my eyes off the road. I don't need to have an accident right now because of my nerves and anxiety.
"Can't I look at my handsome best friend?" he says with his characteristic playful attitude. I roll my eyes.
"i***t," I tell him, and he smiles mischievously.
"No, maybe I'm looking at you so much because you look... different," he says, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
"I think you're seeing things that aren't there," I tell him, and he just nods his head and falls silent.
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