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Chapter Fifty-Nine: "In This Household We Speak English."

MY MOM AND I were sitting down across one another eating our dessert at a restaurant. I heard my phone buzz in my pocket again, knowing my friends were at some graduation party but I didn't care at the moment. I was right here where I wanted to be with my mom.

We had graduated today. We graduated together and although I had ended my grade twelve year with people I didn't expect I was happy to end it with them. Especially with Octavia there since she was the ultimate hype person because when they called my name the girl proceeded to scream as loud as she could for me and if she had the option of bringing a confetti cannon I was certain she would have done so.

My family which extended from Michelle's to Wesley, including my dad, had been with me throughout the entire day but as the day started to fade, they all had to drive back to Toronto leaving me and my mom together. Despite my dad and my mom's situation, they had managed not to say anything negative to one another for the sake of my day and that put a huge smile on my face. 

My mom looked at me several times as if she didn't know how to start the next conversation. Eventually, she gave up and spoke. "How is Lucas?"

I almost snorted, taking a small nibble of the cheesecake on my plate. When I put my fork down, my fingers couldn't help but go to the earrings that my dad had given to me as a present right before he left. "No offence, but I didn't think you'd want to ask that."

"You're my daughter."

A smile came to my face at that response and I pushed my dessert away, not feeling the sweet stuff anyway. "Um, he's doing good. I mean we're finally done school so he's happy about that."

"He is also moving?" She asked me, her eyes looking at the ring on my finger he had given me for my birthday.

I took it off for her to inspect, nodding. "He's moving to Japan for an art program."

"Wow," She said looking at the diamond before handing it back to me without another word about it. "That boy can draw, huh?"

I nodded, taking out something he had given me today. "Yeah. Look at this. He drew this before the ceremony today."

I slid it over to my mom and I watched her examine it. Her index finger brushing over the page with the drawing of me with a black graduation cap on my head. "This is you."

"Yeah." I don't bother mentioning how many times Lucas has drawn me to the point where he could probably do it with like ketchup or something.

"Wow." She slid it back to me. "He's talented."

"That's Lucas for you." I said.

My phone buzzed again and my mom glanced down at it as I quickly put it on silent mode. "Who is that? Him?"

"No. Lucas is with his family celebrating him and Joey's graduation. That was just Octavia." I answered, sliding my phone into my purse.

"Octavia," A smile came to my mom's face. "She's an interesting one."

"You only say that because the first thing she did when she came up to you was hug and you and greet you like you were suddenly part of her family. She called you aunty, mom."

"She is a good friend for you." My mother commented.

I laughed before it slipped off my face at the thought of another friend. "What about Zen?"

"Zen," My mom looked confused for a moment before her eyes gleamed with realization. "Was he the boy who won that technology award?" I nodded. "He has the piercings, yes?"

"Yeah." I said. "He is, uh, a really good friend of mine."

And for the first time in my life, my mother shrugged. I expected her to say something about that. The last time I had brought up Zen, she made it clear with her facial expression that she didn't like him based on his appearance. But this? This was some type of progress. I decided to change the topic past my friends. "How's Nick?"

"I feel like that is the same to me asking you about Lucas." She tried hiding an obvious smile, eating a part of her cheesecake.

"I won't ask again." I laughed. "But you're happy, right? With him? 'Cause that's all that really matters."

"Yes," She reached over the table, cupping my cheek with her small hand. "Look at you. You're moving away in less than a week, Sydney. You're leaving me."

"I'm sorry, mom." I said in a half laugh because tears were already starting to form in my eyes. I didn't truly want to imagine leaving my 'overprotective' mother. I wasn't even sure how she was allowing me to live somewhere else that wasn't even in her city nor was it in her country.

"I'm sorry, I'm still sorry I had to move you away from everyone-"

"It's okay." I assured her, a smile breaking through the tears that were starting to fall on my face. I mentally questioned why the hell I was already getting emotional especially in public but I pushed that thought away.

"Was it really? Especially when you were so settled there-"

"I'm happy you did it. I'm happy we moved."

"Really?"

"Yeah because in the end it benefited not just you-I mean you're with Nick now-but me too. I'm happy about it."

"You're going to do well in New York." She patted my hand and I knew she would see the anxiousness in my face. Because moving wasn't always going to be easy. Leaving wasn't going to be easy either. She knew that better than I did.

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"Why did you want to go to Wal-mart?" Lucas asked me when I had given him the cart to hold and steady.

I climbed into the cart with his help. "Don't question anything just push the cart, you doof."

"You aren't going to explain to me what we're doing here, Sydney?" Lucas asked curiously. I tell him not to question what we are doing and he completely does the opposite. Of course.

Well, I would be curious too. I told him I'd want to go to the art tunnel and even though that is fun and everyone I really wanted to do something else for our second last day together. I paused for a moment, taking in that last thought before shaking my head. So when he parked his car at the Walmart beside the tunnel, I steered him in the direction of the store.

"Go to aisle five." I told him.

Lucas steered us in the direction of the aisle, taking his earphones out of his ears and hanging them over instead. "Your wish is my command."

I smiled as we got to the aisle and pointed at a sack of flour. "Take that and put it in the cart."

Lucas did as I asked, still looking confused. "We came here to buy ingredients for something? Syd, we have this all at my house. You know that, right?"

I waved a hand in dismissal. "Yes, I know that but look at this from my perspective. We could go into your pantry and take all of our ingredients or even better go buy the ingredients together."

"We'd still be doing those things together." Lucas blinked, looking genuinely confused.

Oh God, it's a good thing he's cute.

"But did we drive and sing random songs together going to the pantry?"

"We could've walked throughout the house and sung random songs together, Canada girl."

"Lucas," I deadpanned. "Take me to where the eggs are before I jump out of this cart and-"

My sentence was cut off quickly by Lucas pushing the cart as quickly as he could and I let out a little scream at how unexpected his action was. I let out another scream when Lucas almost rammed into the side of another aisle almost dropping the packs of gum hanging. He stopped right before he crashed, letting out a shaky breath and fixing the beanie on his head. "Shit."

"How is it that you can push a cart fast but drive so slow?" I questioned.

"I drive slow to not cause any accidents, Sydney. We've been over this." He muttered, grabbed a carton of eggs and putting them in the cart. "Wait, are we making a cake?"

"Yup."

"Can I decide on what kind of cake we're going to make since you already decided that we're going to make a cake anyway?"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

Lucas gave me a mocking smile. "That's my girl. Always willing to compromise."

"Shut up." I muttered and he proceeded to almost ram his cart into another section of the aisle and almost hit a person. This is why he drove his car slow. Because he was still uncoordinated.

I sat on the counter when we were back at the Cahill house, watching Lucas do his thing, His glasses were on his face and his expression was focused. He glanced at me after a while of just watching him with the music being played on the speaker in the room. "Having fun?"

"Watching you bake while I get to sing my favorite songs without you criticizing me. I'm absolutely elated."

Lucas rolled his eyes. "You could help, you know?"

I looked over at him, giving him a stare. "I did help. I cracked eggs."

"You cracked one egg."

"I still did something," I assured, getting off the counter and hugging him behind. "Plus, you were already doing such a good job."

"You literally just put everything we bought on the counter, hooked your phone up to the aux cord and sat down, Canada girl." When my hands moved up to his chest I felt his voice vibrate within his chest.

"Because you were acting like a huge macho man and you were like 'I got this baby girl, don't worry'"

"I didn't say baby girl." He countered.

"You say it like every day and every time you say it you make it seem like you never said it." I said to him.

Lucas continued what he was doing, not looking at me but keeping a hand on my arms around him. "I don't say it every day."

The door to the kitchen opened and I spotted my supposed favorite Cahill among the people that walked into the room. "Sydney."

I smiled at Greg, letting go of Lucas and stopping the music that had been playing throughout the room. "Hey."

Phillip took a seat on a chair, looking at what Lucas was doing. "Are you making a cake?"

Lucas nodded, glancing at his brother before continuing what he was doing. The other Cahill in the room looked at me with his sharp blue eyes. "Hi Sydney."

I tried not to get timid. I've seen this same Cahill brother many times but for some reason he was one of the Cahills, like their dad, that made me feel completely intimidated. I didn't know whether it was because of his eyes or his height. "Hi."

"You remember my name?"

"Toby." I said slowly.

"I knew I liked you." He said, sitting next to Phillip and taking a grape from the bowl in the center of the island.

"So, Lucas..." Greg trailed off.

Lucas didn't even have to glance up as he poured the cake batter into the pan. "No, the cake isn't for you. It's for me and Sydney."

"How are you going to finish that full cake all at once, Luke?" Toby asked, looking a little snarky. "How?"

"We'll give you cake after." I promised.

Lucas stared at me. "We? I think we established that this is my cake right now."

"Excuse me," I stopped him from saying another sentence getting right in his face since he was slightly leaning on the counter. "But did I not buy all the ingredients?"

"That's only because you wouldn't let me pay."

"Because I didn't want you to," I confirmed. "Besides, it was my idea to make a cake so basically it's my cake."

"But I'm the one making it," Lucas stood up straight, leaning forward to try and seem intimidating but it was obvious he was only trying to mock me. "Try again Sydney."

"I don't have to try again. The cake is mine and you're simply making it for me. You're acting like I didn't even contribute to the cake."

Lucas grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him. He looked down at me with a smile that immediately gone due to his next words. "I hate to break it to you but you cracking one egg is not contribution. Try again. Maybe next time your point may actually be valid."

Fuck. I looked into his brown eyes and I wanted to kiss him but I had to remember that there was a child in the room.

Greg let out a cough at our argument. "Are you guys done?

I leaned back from Lucas, smiling at Greg. "Okay, it's official. You are definitely my favorite Cahill."

Lucas rolled his eyes but there was a faint smile on his face. "Rude."

"Put the cake in the oven." I demanded, taking my hone out to see a message from Octavia.

He did as I asked and I heard Toby snigger. "Lucas, she made you her bitch."

Lucas rolled his eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

"He's always been her bitch. You're just late." Greg said.

"What do you mean that he's her bitch?" Phillip curiously inquired.

I paused, almost forgetting that the kid was in the room. I put my hand on his shoulder. "It means nothing, buddy."

"If Lucas is your bitch, can Toby be mine?"

Greg and Lucas immediately started laughing. I held in my own laughter especially when Toby shouted a huge, "NO!" that got everyone cracking up.

Phillip looked unfazed but then a smirk came onto his face and he looked back at me. "Can Greg be mine then?"

That's when my laughter came out full force as did Toby's and Lucas' and Greg immediately started cursing, "Phillip, shut up you-"

Phillip started laughing and I hugged the kid towards me, my hand combing through his wavy, almost curly. "I'm going to miss you, PJ."

"Can't you stay longer?" He asked, tilting his head up to look at me with his big eyes.

"Oh yeah, you got into Julliard, right?" Toby asked me.

"Yeah, she did," Phillip answered for me. "She's going to be the best dancer ever."

I looked down at him, a heartful smile coming to my face. "Thanks kiddo. That means a lot."

"I really wish you could stay longer. Dad was going to get a trampoline installed and I wanted to show you what I learned at gymnastics the other day too."

"Maybe you can send me a video when I'm in New York. I'll call you too, okay?"

Phillip nodded. "Okay. I'm going outside. Can you tell me when the cake is ready?"

"Sure." Phillip disappeared through the doors and I let out a sigh.

Toby glanced down at me. "How does it feel? Moving, I mean. I remember the first time I left home for a while it was kind of hard."

"I moved from Toronto to here. I mean, I think I might be okay. My mom on the other hand is freaking out about me being away from her I can already tell."

"What is she going to do?"

"She's moving back to Toronto to be with family after getting me settled and after that she may go back to Dominican."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she's always talked about going back to where she was born and I had a feeling the second I was out of the house she would move right back there."

"Well, Julliard is an amazing opportunity. Congrats."

"Thanks." I said with a smile.

His eyes flickered to Lucas, pointing a finger. "Oh, yeah, you too Lucas."

"Wow thanks Toby, I can sense your pride in me." Lucas said sarcastically.

"I'm serious you twat," My eyes raised at that interesting insult but I didn't make a comment. "You're moving to Japan. When you come back, remember that in this household we speak English not Japanese."

"I'll be able to insult you in a whole other language." Lucas told him.

"You can barely insult me properly in English. What difference would another language make?"

"Shut up. Go back to Boston, you were less annoying there." Lucas mumbled just when someone else entered the room when Toby chuckled.

Their dad, Vince Cahill walked into the room and he glanced at the large bowl that was empty. "Lucas."

I'd probably only spoken to Mr. Cahill four in the times I have known Lucas and every time we spoke it was short and completely formal. It was different then talking to Liz, Lucas' mother, because she made you feel so at home. Mr. Cahill on the other hand will always make me feel like I have to ask to do everything in this house for fear of breaking a rule. Lucas took his glasses off, staring at his dad. "Yeah?"

There was a moment of silence in the room before Mr. Cahill spoke. "What are you making?"

"Cake."

"Interesting." He commented, straightening the jacket of his suit before glancing at Toby. "Tobias. Office."

Toby nodded, not really paying attention since he had averted his attention to his phone as he exited the room. Mr. Cahill looked at me, nodding in acknowledgment like Joey would. "Hello Sydney."

Here is where the intimidation factor came in. "Hi." I said, realizing the Lucas' hand was still in mine and he squeezed for assurance.

"I heard you're moving to New York. Dance program."

"Yes," I said slowly looking up at him. He had a two dimples etched into the sides of his cheek just like Lucas. "I am."

"What kind of dancer are you?"

"Ballet and contemporary."

"Really?" For the first time, his voice sounded like he was actually interested in something. So when my eyebrows raised in slight shock, my reaction was not truly surprising.  "That's fascinating."

Lucas looked confused. "How is that fascinating in any way?"

"Because believe it or not Lucas, your grandmother, my mother, had been a ballet dancer when she was a teen but she never got the chance to have a future with it. Sydney here has that chance." Mr Cahill took a grape from the bowl in the center of the counter, eating one.

"Really?" I couldn't help but inquire, taking a seat.

He nodded, "But she married my father, had kids and died before she had the chance to fulfill her dream. I may not see you before you leave but I want to wish you luck Sydney."

A small smile came to my face at the word's of Lucas' dad. "Thank you."

He nodded, exiting the room. I heard an exhale come from Lucas and he still looked confused. I came to a point where he shook his head frantically. "Okay, that was so weird."

"How?"

"Haven't you noticed? My dad may be a businessman but he's not the world's biggest conversationalist unless you're making some type of business plan with him. Anyway, want to watch a movie in the theater room?"

"What movie?" I asked as he steered me out of the kitchen.

"Any movie you want." He told me, patting my shoulders.

We entered the theater room where the giant screen was on one side and a bunch of seats and sofas made to look comfortable were on the other. On one side of the room,there were DVD's of movie, all set up and organized. This was definitely and always will be one of my favorite places in this giant house.

"Um, is there a sort of drift between your dad and your eldest brother?" I ask, referring to Toby.

Lucas and I walked over to the DVD's as he responded. "Last year, Toby came out as gay to our dad and dad didn't take it well. He didn't understand it. He didn't get it. Especially since Toby told him that he definitely did not want to take over the company. But after a really serious talk that took like five months they're okay again but it's just not the same father-son relationship that they had before, you know?"

I picked out a movie, handing it to Lucas.