you’re on facetime with your best friend, whom of which has no idea you have a boyfriend.

at the moment, you’re laying on your back, giggling with your best friend as you hold the phone over your face.

you almost drop it onto your face when you feel warm arms slither around your waist, lucas’ face burying into your chest. you angle the camera so his hair isn’t showing, an annoyed expression spreading to your face.

he wants attention - that’s clear, but you aren’t going to satisfy his needs.