Slice (The Elledge Family #1) Read Online Free

myself. I can’t find myself while being with him.”
    “Nice,” he jotted down some notes.
    “What about your mom? How did she die?”
    “Lou Gehrig’s,” he said. “She fought hard and that was all we could ask.”
    “Your story is profound, one line is circling around my head, I really can’t stop it… “ Even the skies cried for her,” I paused. “Wow,” I said.
    “Thanks, I thought that when she died. Usually it rains quite often in England, but the time that she was dying it was dry and it was nice. She enjoyed it and then when she took her last breath the sky started to cry and so did I. My mum was a doll.  So let me see the revised copy of the Summer in Paradise.”
    I reached into the backpack and grabbed the notebook. “Be honest, okay.”
    My revision was nice; it was still garbage though. I could not find anything more than this asshole to write about anymore.
    I watched him read and twiddled my fingers and rolled my eyes at the length of time he was taking. He shifted in his seat and placed the paper down. “Nice, I like it.”
    He was lying, I had not known him long but I could tell. “Be honest please!”
    Lucas smiled. “Okay, look everyone has their summer drama and people care but readers won’t. Paradise… what did you hate the utter most about him?”
    I stuttered, “I, uh… I couldn’t breathe.”
    “Okay, he was smothering.” He jotted the words down and looked up. “A smothered paradise, perfect all you do is take that feeling in your gut and put it here.” He slid the notebook over to me. Writing is the expression of you and this is a cliché. I don’t think your cliché. Granted, I don’t know you and I could be wrong, but I feel like there is nothing from here.” He touched his chest. “On here,” he pointed to the paper.
    “Okay… well, I am not used to be prompted something to write. I just usually write and go on about my life.
    “Don’t think about the concept of paradise. It’s fucking you up. What happened this summer?”
    “I dumped him.”’
    “You freed yourself.” He smiled. “You were suffocating in a smoldering, smothering paradise and you freed yourself. It’s all about the concept of how you think. You are happier now, correct?”
    “Yes,” I said.  “Well, put that shit on paper.” He jotted more notes down in his notebook. “I added some new things to mine. I’ll let you read it and tell me some mean words to get back at me being mean to you.”
    I knew that my work was less than perfect. “You weren't meant to me, you were honest.”
    “I was and I would like to make it up you… do you have supper plans for next Friday?” Everything about him was perfect. His smile, his dimples the way he blinked was even perfect. And I had always had a weakness for men with long hair.
    Next Friday? I barely knew what I was wearing the next day yet alone eating?  “None at all,” I said as I mentally cancelled plans to decorate my apartment.
    “Perfect, we should go to this place called The Summit, I own it; I know you will like it. You can be my date if that’s okay. I think the guys think I’m gay.” There was a hint of humor as he smirked at me.
    “Are you not?” There were so many rumors about him that floated around campus. He was like a mystery.
    “Well, damn it, no.” he burst into laughter. “Cypress I just asked you out. I am completely straight and completely impressed that you didn’t slap the shit out of me for talking about your work. I took some writing classes under my aunt one summer and she taught me to be harsh when critiquing. It lights fires that can’t easily be put out.”
    Every word out of his mouth was damned poem. “A date sounds like a great way to start off the year.”
    “Great,” Lucas slid me his notebook and I read over the words. I had a date with Mr. Literary genius and then my life was getting better immediately.
     
     

Chapter Two
    Cypress
    Colorado Springs had gone from strange to perfect