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Right now he is renting a place with Q for the summer and I added a section to my Pintrest board for Lucas here you can check out that has probably what things would look like more now at this apartment (I think it’s an apartment) he has with Q for the time being.

SIGNIFICANT ITEMS

1.  NEWS ARTICLES.  When I say news articles I mean news articles about him. I imagine that Lucas has been features in the local Elmridge papers a few times through his life. During Science fairs, and other events similar to that. Maybe something to do with Baseball though he was certainly never great at it, but you know it might have gotten his picture in the paper sometime. Even now into his college years he still collects things like that. He wants to chronicle his success. Who can blame him for that? But there is certainly a giant collection of news articles that he keeps with him in a photo album. Maybe when he gets a real place of his own - not just a temporary one - he’ll put them all up on the wall or something. 

2.  A QUILTED BLANKET.  While his mom was pregnant with him, her and a few friends around Marigold Park quilted a blanket that he has been using since he was a child. It’s not like ... tacky or anything. It’s just a regular sort of quilt. Do you know how much bedding costs? A fuck ton. If he has a perfectly usable blanket he’s going to use it. It’s absolutely not for the sentimental value. Please... He loves his mom and he loves her blanket she made for him okay leave him alone.

3.  SCIENCE EQUIPMENT.  These aren’t necessarily something he’s been carrying around with him since he was a child. They get updated, changed out, new flasks and beakers and what have you are brought in. But Lucas has amassed a significant amount of science equipment from his first kindling of an interest in it until now. A lot is sealed away in boxes unless he knows he’s going to need it. Especially expensive things like microscopes, or dangerous things like burners. As much as I joke he doesn’t actually have those out laying around unless he’s going to be using them. Safety first okay. Anyway, if you ever are tasked with helping him move please move things very carefully you are probably lugging around a shit ton of very breakable material and he will be very upset if he loses something. 

THE GARRIDO TRAILER (imagine it’s in a trailer park with other ones that I didn’t want to have to build just to give off the illusion)

The Kitchen. 

The Living room. 

Lucas’s bedroom with his desk, and a lot of shit under it. Some posters and such on the wall. I imagine he would sit on his bed to use the desk. 

The other side of his room featuring some news articles and some art I imagine Jaime drew for him, that he put up on his wall.

you  close  the  door  behind  you ,  noticing  a  mirror  hanging  on  the  inner  wood  of  her  door.  you  wonder  how  many  outfits  she’s  tried  on  in  front  of  this  mirror.  to  the  right  of  her  bedroom  door  is  another  door  --  you  open  it  to  see  that  it’s  her  closet  door.  it’s  full  of  different  items  of  clothing.  dresses,  shirts,  pants,  accessories,  a  stuffed  animal  ...  wait.  you  pick  up  a  medium  sized , elephant  shaped  stuffed  animal.  the  side  of  your  lip  pulls  into  a  half-assed  smile.  you  know  exactly  why  this  is  in  here  and  not  showcased  like  the  rest  of  her  stuffies.

this  was  the  stuffie  her  father  had  won  her  at  a  carnival.  she’d  always  wanted  to  win  something  from  a  carnival  and  was  over  the  moon  about  it  when  he  showed  it  to  her.  she  decided  to  name  the  stuffed  animal  v  ..  short  for  victor,  her  father’s  name. it’s  one  of  her  best  memories  with  her  father.  but  it  was  shortly  after  that  that  she  caught  her  father  in  a  lie  of  a  lifetime  ;  a  lie  she  could  never  forgive  him  for.  she  stuffed  little  v  into  her  closet  and  hasn’t  looked  at  him  since.

you  toss  v  back  in  and  close  the  closet  door.  you  glance  around  and  immediately  notice  the  acoustic  guitar  that’s  hanging  next  to  yet  another  mirror.  “ i need to see how i look from different angles! ”  was  the  reasoning  her  parents  got  when  they  asked  her  why  she  needed  more  than  one.  your  eyebrows  furrow  slightly  as  you  remember  just  how  badly  she  wanted  to  learn  how  to  play.

“ promise you’ll teach me? ” mandy  asked  her  father  with  her  pinky  finger  raised.  he  laughed ,  hooking  his  pinky  around  hers. “ i promise , sweat pea. ”  teaching  her  how  to  play  guitar  was  his  last  resort  to  making  up  with  his  daughter  and  finally  starting  the  forgiveness  stage.  and  it  would’ve  worked  --  but  he  didn’t  live  long  enough  to  see  that  day.

her blankie. a gift from her nana, presley’s blankie is made of knitted giraffes and she’s slept with it nearly every night since she was three months old. she keeps it bunched up under her pillow. it’s her most important comfort object.

third grade class photo. it sits in the paper folder it comes in on her dresser, and it includes all of the big fish. that was the year presley had managed to become friends with almost all of them, and the first year in school she really felt like she fit in. sure, that feeling began to fade, but… but she still keeps the photograph. it reminds her of being home.

her first code book. it’s from the fifth grade so it’s basically falling apart, but it’s full of her very first notes on javascript, including her first successful program. every time she looks at it, she remembers what it was like when she first learned to program, how her mind was alight with possibility. it always inspires her to get back to work, to do what she always wanted to do.