Lukas
I stand in the kitchen with my Mother, discussing what we should have for lunch.
“I can make us some beans? Grandma’s famous barbecue beans?” She suggests, flipping through her homemade cookbook.
“Doesn’t it take like eleven hours to cook?” I say, ripping a small piece of paper towel off the roll.
She hums in response and sighs, “I don’t know Lukas,” Her eyes look at the clock and her lips pucker in thought, “It’s getting a little late for lunch.”
“If you want, we could treat you to dinner,” Mason and Adrian walk into the kitchen and nearly scare the living crap out of my Mom and I, “Sorry, the front door was open,” Adrian smiles sheepishly.
Mason nods,“That’s right, Adrian owes us big time. My team won a bet and Lukas is luckily apart of it. So, Mrs. Carson, if you’d like, cho
