It's been a while and...in between that all I have finally started to watch the 100 and...Pillow Talk? Yes. Yes, Zayn Malik Yes. BUT ANYWAY here you go:

Chapter Fourteen: "Making Babies."

IT WAS A FUCKING BLUR.

The entire dance; the deafening sound as we ended, my hand on Isaac's face. The loud applause after the whistle I heard from Greg made me think that kid was probably one of my favorite Cahill's from this day on.

But yeah I swear I didn't even remember it. I remembered the dance but after it was over I forgot every single thing. It was one of those moments.

I walked off the stage. I did. The second the curtain went off, I had dropped my hand from Isaac's face and quickly rushed past him towards my friends. Mary Anne put her phone in her pocket, giving me a bear crushing hug along with Octavia and Kim. "You were amazing."

"Who knew you could dance like that, Siddy?" Eduardo said, giving me a short hug.

I stared at him. "You did. I mean I'm doing a dance with you idiot."

"Well someone is being a bitch." Eduardo muttered, playfully knocking me in the shoulder.

I caught my breath, holding a hand to my chest and letting out a breathless laugh. "I learnt from the best."

"I have more to teach you my protégée." Octavia grinned, slinging an arm around me as we made our way further backstage.

"What happened between you and Jack?" Kim asked, locking her arm through mine.

Octavia's eyes flickered around the room as she let go of me and looked down at the ground. "I-I don't know. We talked. For a bit. He wants to talk right now actually and..."

"Oh my God." Mary Anne groaned, closing her eyes before opening them and staring at Octavia with disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"What do you mean 'are you serious'?"

"You're going to take him back aren't you?"

"I didn't say I would. I just don't know." She said each word distinctively, pulling away from us and backing away to probably find him.

I caught Lucas and Devin chatting, Devin fixing his suit that he was wearing and Lucas was fixing Devin's bowtie. Devin held that walking stick he had and Lucas put a hat on his head.

"You know for a fashion designer and model's son you really don't have any fashion taste." I said with small smile.

Lucas looked over at me, shooting me a fake glare. "I have fashion taste." He argued, grinning slightly.

"No you don't." Devin and I said at the same time.

Lucas whipped his head to face Devin and now he was scowling. "You can't even see what I putting on you!"

"I can sense that you gave me a very ugly hat." Devin muttered, "Now give me my show glasses."

Lucas snorted, shaking his head as he went over to a table and placed sun glasses on Devin's outstretched hand. Devin took of his glasses and for the first time I saw his eyes.

They were kind of cross-eyed and stared into the distance but he probably one the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen in my life. They were a pale blue. The rare kind of pale blue not a dark blue or regular 'oh your eyes are blue that's cool'. No his eyes were like the lightest shade of blue that you rarely ever see these days.

"Whoa." I said, staring at them.

Devin laughed. "I know. I'm very attractive aren't I?"

I laughed along with him, taking the ugly hat Lucas had put on him and throwing it to the side. "Now you look very attractive."

Lucas crossed his arms, taking the other glasses from Devin's hands. "Okay, okay, you're very attractive now that you don't have the hat. I get it!"

Devin grinned, carefully putting the glasses on and hiding his blank eyes. "Time to work the magic."

"You always say that."

"It's my catchphrase I'm supposed to say it."

"You don't have a catchphrase. It's not even catchy like McDonald's-"

"Ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I'm loving it!" Devin sang and I held in laughter at the two.

"Or like Harvey's-"

"Harvey's makes your hamburger a beautiful thing." Devin ended that off with jazz hands that made me laugh even more.

"Or like Wal-Mart."

I turned to Devin who was already shrugging. "I have nothing to say for that one. All I remember is that they have low prices so Lucas doesn't go there."

"I go to Wal-Mart!" Lucas badly defended.

"I swear you haven't even stepped foot inside a grocery store." Devin muttered.

"Yes I have. Devin I swear on my life if you tell Sydney another lie I will-"

Lucas' possibly empty threat was cut off by someone tapped Devin on the shoulder. "Devin? You're on in thirty."

Devin nodded, reaching a hand out. Lucas placed his walking stick in it and the person helped Devin go towards the front. I took a seat in my old chair, considering I had a little bit of time before I had to change. Lucas stood in front of me and a grin actually made its way to my face. "Have you actually been inside a grocery store?"

Lucas' brown eyes almost bulged out of his head making me start to laugh even more. "As matter of fact I have stepped inside a grocery store. I may come from a wealthy family that some people think everything is handed to me on a silver platter but I do normal things. I'm not like Joey."

"I know," I mumbled, turning around in my chair to face the mirror and started taking out the ponytail in my hair and the bobby pins that had been put in there. I looked at Lucas in the mirror to already find him staring right back at me. Even with the speed of my heart picking up unnaturally I managed to put it past me and ask him a question. "Speaking of your brother where is he? I have thankfully managed not to see him all night."

A sly grin made its way to Lucas' face at my sentence. "According to tonight since we have three showcases throughout the year, my wonderful brother decided that he was going to stay hidden for part of the night. So he gave the tech crew the music he had blended to play in between the acts and said that he would stay in the background of it all and they can expect him for the spring showcase. That means that he is probably somewhere in the school making babies with Lydia."

"You know something?"

"What?"

"I'm kind of glad you didn't get the conceited gene when you were in the womb with your brother."

Lucas took the seat next to me, making sure it was right beside me as he reached up and helped me pull a bobby pin near my ear. I froze as he chuckled deeply. "Yeah, nine months with him and everyone thinks he got the looks."

"He didn't." I told him, glancing at Lucas out of the corner of my eye. Wait why did I say that out loud?

"If I'm uncertain I might think you were flirting with me Canada girl."

"Think whatever you want Turtle."

"I'm going to hate that nickname forever. I'm pretty sure you already changed my contact name with a turtle emoji."

I scoffed. "On my shit Blackberry? I don't even think someone can visibly see an emoji on this thing."

"You have an iPod?"

"Yeah." I almost laughed but I barely carried it around. My dad had got it for me claiming that I should at least have one Apple product in my life but I don't really use it anymore. I'm pretty sure it is still in one of those boxes in my tiny closet.

He reached into the back of his pocket and pulled out an iPhone 5. He started tapping on the screen near me and already pulled up my contact name. "See? I even included the Canada flag in your name. This standardizes our friendship."

I couldn't help but smile at him especially when his beanie almost slipped off his head and he caught it, putting it on the table. He gave me a lopsided smile back. "You nervous around me anymore?"

I inhaled softly. "No not really."

"Good. I like this side of you," He said and I think he would have said more if the sound of a piano playing hadn't echoed through the place. "Devin's playing."

Lucas and I sat at a distance of the screen where most people were crowded and I could clearly see the camera on the screen pan out as it fully showed Devin skillfully playing the piano. Lucas fished his glasses out, placing them on his face as he watched his best friend play that piano like it was the last time he would ever play.

I didn't recognize the song but it sounded amazing and Devin-the guy could play at like a orchestra level. "How long has he been playing piano?"

"Since he was eight."

"He's really good."

"He wants to be the next Stevie Wonder," Lucas shook his head in disbelief and even though the tone in his voice had a slight jeer, he clearly wanted his friend to live out that dream. "When he's not at school, or eating or learning something, he's always playing the piano."

I didn't say anything as we watched Devin play some classical music and people crowded around to watch. When he was over, I noticed his hands hovered over the keys for a brief moment and I could see his lips move as he whispered to himself. The camera panned out to the audience as they clapped for him and most people in the audience stood.

Lucas let out a deep breath beside me and I turned to him as the someone helped Devin backstage. "You really love that guy don't you? Like a brother."

Lucas looked over at me. "Devin's different. He's a great friend."

"You didn't answer my question." I mentioned.

"Yeah I love the guy," Lucas rolled his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But if you tell him Sydney, I might have to kill you."

"If you kill me, Wesley is going to find a way to kill you and send your remains to another country." I told him, hands behind my back.

"Wesley?"

"My best friend back home."

"Oh."

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and it was Eduardo who was already changed into his next wardrobe for the group number. "We have to get ready."

I nodded and looked back to Lucas who was already staring at down at me. "I-uh have to go. I'll see you later?"

"Yeah."

I turned around to follow Eduardo when Lucas had grabbed me by the wrist gently. "Wait." I gave him a confused look before coming across the sight of where his hand was holding my wrist. I could feel the coolness from his sliver ring on his middle finger and a red watch on the said wrist. My skin buzzed at the feel of his closeness.

"What?"

"I forgot to tell you that you did great. Amazing actually."

I stared at him for a couple of seconds. If I did any longer I wouldn't be surprised if he thought I was a freak and didn't talk to me after but I embraced this moment.

"Thanks." I replied as he let go and Eduardo had pulled me away.

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"O SAY CAN YOU SEE? BY THE DAWN EARLY LIGHT-"

"Shut up." I told Wesley on Sunday night who was grinning at me on the computer.

Wesley stared at me, leaning closer so I could see the pixilated zit on his forehead. "What's wrong with you? You always join in whenever we sing the American National Anthem. I feel like you're about to throw a bitch fit any second."

"Firstly, back away from the camera I don't want to see...all that. And second, I'm not going to throw a bitch fit. I'm just tired, I have homework I need to finish and I currently hate my life."

"Aw...is someone on their period?" Wesley asked, faking sympathy.

I shot him a dry look. Why is it that whenever a girl just happens to be annoyed or do something out of place, people immediately refer to their menstrual cycle? "No."

"Where's your phone? Like I was trying to text you a half an hour ago and you didn't reply."

"Mom. She wanted to check my text messages to see if I have been doing anything wrong."

"She's going to check all the stuff I've been sending you which includes swearing and-"

"No. I deleted those stuff the second you send it to me. I just didn't get the chance to reply."

"Sneaky."

"Does she ever check your iPod?"

I glanced up at him and put my pencil down. "I don't even use it, why would she check it?"

"So that I can tell you everything I need you to know on your iPod...duh." I suddenly remembered Lucas asking me about my iPod and Wesley must've noticed it too because he got excited. "Whoa...something happened and you didn't tell me."

"As long as you tell me what is going on with you and my cousin."

Wesley huffed. "Nothing. I'm not lying to you. Now tell me what is going on with you instead. No wait let me guess...did you get a car?"

"No." Because that would totally happen. I deadpanned to myself.

"Did you get a dog?"

"No. I've never been allowed to have one and I'm not that big a fan of dogs anyway."

"Is it a guy?"

I didn't say anything. I looked down at my work and started to pick up my writing. "Holy shit it is a guy! Who? Tell me who."

Wesley currently looked like a puppy expecting a treat. I hated telling him certain things sometimes because he was the type to tease you constantly but he wouldn't tell anyone. "His name is Lucas. Lucas Cahill."

Wesley eyes narrowed before his eyes widened. "Oh shit I think I know who you're talking about. He's part of that family right? The one with the rich dad and knockout mom? Aren't you like working with their youngest?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

Wesley fished his phone out from his pocket and I could see him tapping furiously on the screen. "I swear I follow him on Instagram. Yeah here."

The screen of Wesley's phone took up the entire screen and he backed it away a little so I could see Lucas' feed. "Damn." It was literally artwork upon artwork. Most people's feed would be photographs in a certain filter but his was paintings, drawings all laid out on an open account for people to see. Clearly his name was at the top Lucas Cahill and his bio said 'I imagine' but his profile picture was nothing but a black screen.

"He has over 40k followers?" I asked Wesley as he pulled the phone back.

"Yeah. His family was in Forbes magazine and he's kind of famous due to his ancestor and talent." Wesley's jaw dropped for a second. "And you like this guy?"

"Yes," I sighed. "Wesley I like the guy who has 40 thousand followers on Instagram, whose family is rich and famous and loves art more than the next person. I like that guy."

"Good choice." Wesley muttered, locking his phone.

"It wasn't really a choice it kind of just happened..."

"Uh-huh," Out of nowhere a bag of popcorn was in his lap and he was shoving it in his mouth. "Explain everything I've missed since we've last properly talked." He demanded.

"You know Isaac-"

"Isaac- blond, brown eyed, likes you but you're not interested in him."

"Yeah for some reason some people thought I would go for him but then there is Lucas who's just different you know?"

"No. No I don't know because YOU ARE NOT PROPERLY EXPLAINING!"

I shushed him, glancing over at my open door and I began to whisper. "You need to shut up. Anyway, Lucas is more reserved, private in his life-"

"Ah so he keeps things lowkey." I could clearly see some of the popcorn fall out of his mouth as he talked.

My eyes flickered up to the ceiling in annoyance of his word choice but I agreed nevertheless. "Yes he keeps things lowkey. He quotes random things and I don't actually know how he memorizes them. His best friend is this funny guy who he is deprived of having the sense of sight but that doesn't change anything and the fact that Lucas can see that makes him all the more better and-"

"This should make me puke," Wesley admitted shifting on his bed and putting the bag of popcorn away only to be replaced by a lollypop. "Like you're talking about a guy you like should make me puke."

"You telling me about whose boobs are the biggest last year and actually making a list for every single girl in our grade in class with Timothy made me puke at how much time you spend looking at women's chest."

"It was a self-proclaimed project." Wesley defended.

"You can't call it a 'self proclaimed project'. It was called 'being a pervert'."

"Call it what you want. But back to your boyfriend-"

"He's not my boyfriend-"

"Yet," Wesley interrupted and I turned back to my homework half listening to him. "You have to be optimistic Sydney!"

"I'm being realistic and he wouldn't want to go out with me anyway." Not that he really could anyway.

"No now you're being pessimistic. I don't like it. You know what you should do every morning to build up confidence? You need to look at yourself in the mirror and say 'I am a beautiful person inside and out'. You need to say it."

"What do you say?" I asked, knowing that he probably did the same thing every morning.

"I look in the mirror, size myself up and say 'Wow you're a handsome devil' then go to school."

A grin makes its way to my face and I hold back in laughter. "But how is school?"

Wesley bit his lip, his head moving side to side as he contemplates. "It's been almost a month since school started Sydney. It's okay but it's not the same without you."

"I'm sure you're fine."

"Nah. Without you here Michelle has gotten a hell lot more clingy and it's annoying." He dragged out the word and I laughed knowing he was joking.

Just then I heard footsteps approach and I put my finger on lips to tell Wesley to shut up. My mom walked into the room handing me my phone and I gave her a hidden smile as I got it back and she walked out without a word.

I take my phone off airplane mode and watch as multiple text messages from Mary Anne floods my phone along with Octavia's and one from Eduardo. "This is one is Lucas?"

He held his phone up to the screen and I squinted my eyes staring at a picture of the Cahill family. I spotted Liz, Phillip, Greg, Christian, Ivan, that Toby guy from the other day then a couple of other boys.

A person that struck out the most was clearly the father of the family. The other thing was that one of his sons looked like a younger handsomer version of him with green striking eyes and a smirk on his face as my eyes drifted past him.

My vision landed on Joey and Lucas who were standing beside on another. Joey planted a smug smile on his face. Mental ugh.

I stuck my eyes on Lucas who was wearing his glasses at the time and his hair style was different and down instead of gelled into spikes. He didn't look happy, he didn't smile or smirk like members in his family or have a full out grin like Phillip did. "Yeah the one with glasses is Lucas."

Wesley pulled the phone back, looking down at it before glancing back at me. "do you have his number."

"Yes."

"Text him."

"What? No!"

"Sydney text him."

"I'm not going to do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to and I'm pretty sure even over text I will manage to make a fool out of myself."

"More than you already do?" Wesley muttered and I glared at him.

"I heard that jackass."

"Whatever."

"And I'll see him tomorrow anyway. He's in my third period."

"But I'm pretty sure you won't talk to him," Wesley said. "All you'll do is gaze at him from afar."

He dramatically sighed and I stared at him with narrowed eyes. "I'm going to hang up on you."

"No don't! I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"Okay I'm not because I'm right."

"Bye Wesley." I told him sardonically, rolling my eyes.

"Bye!"

I ended the video chat and closed my laptop. My feet shuffled against the floor as I went over to my closet where some of my old trophies were stuck in a box behind the clothes in my closet. I looked through another box to find my iPod underneath it all along with my charger and earphones. I almost laughed at the sight when I turned it on. The lock screen picture was of Wesley and I when we had been forced to go on a school trip to the Royal Ontario Museum. We had posed in front of a statue and Wesley pulled his pant leg up, exposing his shins.

I shook my head at the sight. My best friend had problems but I still loved him.