Luckily mom had talked dad out of being too angry and just told us to go home. I hurried Lucas out so fast without looking back.
The walk back to his house was excruciatingly awkward. We walked side by side but at least a foot of distance between us, like we were two strangers navigating a minefield. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was heavy, filled with the weight of my dad's rage and my own terrified realization.
"Does your family actually have to be involved in all this?" Lucas asked me.
"Yes," I said. "It's non negotiable."
"Your dad is never going to like me, you know," Lucas said.
"Probably not but he'll get used to you," I smiled, trying to mask the nerves eating away at my stomach.
"What was he mad at? I even offered to marry you," Lucas groaned. Yeah and that took me a bit by surprise.
"Did you actually mean that?" I asked.
He looked at me incredulously. "Why did you think I tried proposing before?"
"You were drunk?"
