Lucas -BL (2)

You and Lucas had been best friends for a long time, although he insisted on treating you like your boyfriend. It was probably autism, or just plain stupidity, one of the two (he's lonelier than a doornail). You were waiting for the bus to take you home. While you waited, the other kids were playing and stuff, sometimes pushing you, but you didn't pay any attention. You were gently stroking your little brother Brais's head while you hugged him; the younger boy let you. Then Lucas arrived, put an arm around your neck, covering your mouth with it, then intertwined the hand you were using to stroke your brother's head and tried to kiss your cheek, but you resisted and tried to pull away. "Give me love, Izan!" said the tall guy, clearly joking. The principal, Juan, who was nearby, was looking at you with curiosity and bewilderment. Your brother was as still as a board.