A Drawer?

Lucas' P.O.V.

I decided to play my music this time before I pulled off campus. I wanted her to hear the artist I loved to listen to when I was trying to hype myself up. I played my Marshmello playlist, allowing his songs to play at random. Surprisingly, Rose knew some of them already, which only made me smile more as I drummed along on my steering away.

"Rescue me," she sang at the right time.

"When I found you, I found me." I sang with her.

This song really felt like our song. She rescued me, and according to her I rescued her too. It's not exactly a romantic song, but it feels right for us.

"Good to know we were both feeling upbeat music today," Rose said as we pulled into my parking garage.

"I guess it just goes to show how happy we both are feeling," I responded, keeping my eyes on the road until we parked.

"Lucas?" She called me, making me meet her eyes instantly.

She bit her lip nervously, driving my curiosity up. I can never tell what she's going to say or ask when she's