I let out a laugh and shook my head at her words of wisdom "He is not my man."

My whole face grew red, and my mouth twitched upwards as I looked down at the ground.

I found myself always wanting to discuss Stone and I with Lana. I needed someone to share it all with, but I did not want to hurt her. She was going through a lot with Brennan, and I still did not want to bombard her with stuff that she did not need to be worrying about.

Lana hummed in agreement with her mother "You should see them at school. The sexual tension is out of this world."

My response to her comment was to stick my finger in the butter and smear it on her nose. That resulted in her squealing before wiping it away.

“Mrs Armstrong, you know what I’m like with guys. I have horrible taste.” I blurted out before realising what I had said “No offense.”

The woman waved me off “I know what my son is like.”

My relationship or my not-so-existence relationship since he moved to Australia with his band with the elder Armstrong sibling was a taboo subject.

We carried the plates and the cold food to the wooden table outside where the boys sat.

Brennan seemed to be making small talk with Lana's dad and surprisingly Stone was listening intently to Charlie talking about his explanation of Superman's powers.

Stone then startled talking back to him which earned a laugh from the little boy. I watched them in awe as they conversed, and I was also in awe that the infamous silent giant had spoken to him.

Both the large male and the small troublemaker lowered their voice as I reached the table and placed the buttered rolls in the middle of the table.

There was not even a single thought behind my action. It was all instinctual of me to automatically go and it myself down in the seat by Stone.

The dark eyes turned to me as soon as I sat down. I smiled at him as he put a hand on my leg under the table.

It never failed to make me laugh how he was a little too big for everything. Stone looked too big for the seat with his wide shoulders. His knees had hit the bottom of the wooden table also.

Charlie walked over me with two of his action figures in hand and jumped on my lap. He swivelled his legs so he could sit and face me with a smile

"Stone is a friendly giant, Drizzy." The young chaos causer announced loudly while patting my head "No wonder you really, really, really, really like him."

"I’m never telling you anything again." I whispered down to the little traitor "And you can forget about me taking you for ice cream when I babysit you next."

Charlie looked up and pouted but there was nothing apologetic about the action.