I understood then what he was trying to do

"Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes. To twinkle in their spheres till they return." Brennan continued reading from his phone "What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars."

"Can you believe him?" Lana's tone went all dreamy when she admired him.

"Yeah." I deadpanned while sticking my head out of the window so that he would hear my comment too "He just skipped a massive part."

Brennan ignored my criticism and called up to Lana "I needed evidence that I was like Romeo for my English essay."

Lana's blue eyes went glazed over in admiration as she peered down at him.

Nobody had ever turned up to her garden and re-enacted Shakespeare before. Not even me.

"So, what now then?" She shouted down to him "We drink poison and die together?"

"That is not quite what—" I started to argue but I got cut off by the sound of the front door opening.

Lana's mother was outside, and she was practically sprinting towards the boys.

"Hello, Mrs Armstrong." Brennan did not look fazed at all when he spoke to Lana's mother "I'm Brennan, Lana's friend."

Mrs Armstrong wrapped her arms around him to welcome him. She also gave him a kiss on the cheek as she hugged him tight.

Lana was staring out the window with a dropped jaw.

I was too busy laughing to show any sympathy towards her.

"I haven't even kissed him yet." Lana muttered under breath.

Laughing evilly like an animated villain, I patted her back "Don't worry. There is plenty time for kissing after he meets his new in-laws."

She shushed me before peering out the window and watching the rest of the scene unfold.

"It is so nice to meet you, Brennan." Mrs Armstrong declared enthusiastically, waving her arms around in the air "Do you like macaroni?"

"I love macaroni." Brennan answered, shooting a grin up at us.

"You must come in for dinner." Lana's mother insisted and then her attention went to the large man standing by the black truck as she added "Invite your friend too."

"I will go and get him, Mrs Armstrong." Brennan told her with a friendly smile "Stone is not a talker."

Mrs Armstrong did not hug Stone on arrival, and I could not blame her for that. I could not imagine hugging him. He would squash me like a bug.

Both men walked over to the house and followed Mrs Armstrong into the house.

I snapped out of watching them and grinned at Lana while taunting "Looks like dinner has got a bit more interesting with your loverboy."

"You will have to spend more time with Stone." She rebutted.

My grin fell.

"Does that mean less macaroni?" I cried.

She brushed off my concern for the food and pointed down to herself before asking "Do I look okay?"