Snippet #1691780

Lucas grinned at her new nickname for him. "Mr. Confident." He liked it. It made him feel even more relaxed, though he supposed that the beer had the same effect. He wondered if it bother her that he was drinking, but didn't ask. If she really hated it, she wouldn't have stayed with him on the log near the fire. Lucas kept his marshmallow near the fire and looked up at the sky. The smoke and the light of the fire kept the stars from his view, but somehow it still looked pretty. He tore his eyes away and blinked away the light tears that the smoke had caused.

Once they were gone, he looked back to Tor. He wouldn't lie; he was hoping he looked as good to her as she did to him. She was a very attractive girl, and he found himself staring into her brown eyes. It was weird of Lucas. He never felt comfortable making eye contact with people he didn't know very well.

He never got her last name, which disappointed him a bit. He still didn't know who was throwing this party, but he was sure that they were on his street. He wondered if she was a guest, or related to the hosts. He let it go for a minute and gave her his information. "Lucas, also 17. I work with cars. And I happen to love frisbee as well," he smiled. "Maybe in a little bit, we could find one to toss back and forth.

"Uh-oh," he said suddenly. He brought the flaming marshmallow to his mouth to blow out the fire that had started. What was left was a burnt crust. He usually preferred a golden color to a black burned marshmallow, but this would have to do. Then again... He laughed. "Want a burnt marshmallow?" He offered. He knew some people preferred it. If she didn't want it, he'd simply have to be brave and man himself up to impress her by eating a food he'd made disgusting.