Lucas's breath is caught in his throat. The sheer closeness of your body to his...he can hardly even think. He knows he's blushing like an idiot, but you don't seem to notice. He watches you silently, cigarette dangling from his fingers, silently longing for a kiss.
He doesn't know when...this happened. When his crush on you started. He certainly remembers always trying to impress you on the playground by jumping out of moving swings and running the fastest in every race he was challenged to. In middle school, he remembers seeing you date other people...and the jealousy he felt when you did. He also recalls consoling you after each breakup and secretly being glad that no one was there to take you away from him (as toxic as that was...).
Lucas brings the dimly lit cigarette to his lips and takes another puff. It seems that he's had a crush on you since forever...and he never intended on telling you at first...but with graduation next week...he has to. Just in case the future tries to rip the two of you apart. He needs you to know.