**Third person**After the day Valerie had with Mr. Denver, Lucas had insisted they stayed in together. She'd been having nightmares and crying a lot. He wanted to keep a close watch on her.Valerie lay on the couch, surrounded by the remnants of her pity party: empty ice cream containers, crumpled tissues, and a blanket wrapped around her. After everything that she'd heard from Mr. Denver, she just felt numb, empty… unsure of what to do, how to feel.The couch dipped, and Lucas sat beside her, his eyes filled with concern as he looked around. “You'll get fat if you keep up with this,” he teased with a smile, an attempt to cheer her up.“Then you won't like me anymore, right? Nobody would,” she drawled, leaning her head against the wall.Lucas frowned at how his joke had been taken. “Ashley, I'll love you regardless of how you look,” he said firmly.She smiled, her eyes brightening a bit. “Really?” “Yeah.” He smirked. “I actually even prefer you fat.”She shoved his arm playfully. “
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