By the time I got back to my house it was nearly three. I had lots of time to get ready, so I, being the genius that I was, decided to take a nap to help myself forget about all the uncharacteristic angst-like emotions that had plagued me ever since the party.
When I woke up I saw that it was 4:45. Liam was going to come and pick me up in fifteen minutes and I wasn't even close to being ready. I jumped up from bed with speed that I never possess upon just waking up. I ran over and surveyed myself in my floor length mirror on the back of my closet door before deciding that I didn't need a shower, just a change of clothes and hair and make-up…which were going to take me at least half an hour. Shit.
I ran in to my closet and quickly began sorting through my clothes at a super-human pace. I found a clingy red t-shirt that I knew looked great on me while trying to think of where I'd put my tight black pants. I remembered putting them in the wash, so they probably weren't clean yet. I let out a low growl, trying to think of what else to wear.
I ended up settling for a plain pair of skinny jeans that made my legs look nice. I also had some red flats that would undoubtedly look good with the outfit…
With that I ran in to my bathroom and began to quickly sort out my hair. Curling it would take too long, so I just brushed it and smoothed it over with my straightening iron. It didn't look amazing, but it was good enough.
I heard the doorbell ring downstairs. Damn. My dad had gone out, so I was home alone seeing as Pat was still at Seamus' house. I applied eyeliner and mascara as fast as I could, opting to go without eye shadow or foundation. I grabbed my lip-gloss and ran down the stairs to get the door.
I yanked it open to see Liam with his hand raised about to ring the doorbell again. I smiled at him.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little behind schedule," I apologized.
"Hello to you too," he greeted, returning my smile.
"Here, come in… I'll just be a second," I told him, leading him into the house. "You can look around or whatever, I just have to find my shoes…"
He nodded in reply, but I was too busy looking around for my shoes to really notice his action. Where could they be?
"Where's your room?" Liam asked, smirking a little.
I laughed. "It's upstairs, I'll show you… I think my shoes are up there, anyway."
I started up the stairs and lead Liam to my bedroom. It was a mess, especially since I'd just been throwing clothes all over the place, but I didn't really care. Despite the incredibly messy state of my room, I knew where things were. I could find anything in my room if I looked hard enough, and that was good enough for me. Besides, I found it was cozy, better than any of that super-clean Martha Stewart décor anyway.
"Don't clean much, do you?" Liam teased, looking around the room. His eyes lingered on a bra hanging off of one of my lamps.
"There's no point," I told him, amused. "It's just going to get dirty again anyway. What can I say? I'm a teenager."
He laughed. "I agree. My mom doesn't, though."
I grinned in agreement. My mother always wanted my room clean when she was home. I supposed it was one of the benefits of having her away often.
Then I saw a gleam of red out of the corner of my eye and let out a triumphant squeal. I dashed over to that part of my room and brought up my red flats that had been so elusive. I smiled at my victory, while Liam was just shaking his head. I slipped them on my feet and walked over to Liam.
"Okay, now we can go," I told him.
He didn't reply, but smiled and tilted my chin up, slowly bringing his lips down to cover mine.
"I think you're supposed to wait till the end of a first date to take a kiss," I scolded him, but I was pleased nonetheless.
He laughed, his warm breath tickling my face as it was still very near his. I started to lean in to him again, when I heard voices downstairs. I pulled back a little, my face scrunched in confusion. Liam raised a brow himself.
"Who's that?" he asked me, voicing my own thoughts.
"I don't know… I expected everyone to be out for a while."
He shrugged, and then took my hand. "Ready to go?" he asked, and upon my nod began to lead me back downstairs.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs I felt my stomach sink a little. Seamus and Pat were seated on the couch in the living room, playing video games.
"Hey, Addy," I heard Pat greet without looking up at me. He was clearly unaware that Liam was with me. I saw Seamus glance up at my footsteps and saw whatever emotions he was dealing with falter when he saw Liam and I holding hands. Pat distracted him by then killing his character in their game. "Hahaha, you suck, Seams," he quipped. Then he looked up and even his jolly teasing look faltered at the sight before him. "Hey, Liam."
"Hey," Liam replied awkwardly, sensing the tension in the air. I noticed he was also carefully avoiding Seamus' gaze. It wasn't that hard to do as Seamus himself seemed dead set on looking at anything but us.
"Where are you guys going?" my brother asked us hesitantly.
"Out," I replied, my tone extremely annoyed. I felt my good mood dwindling. I saw Seamus roll his eyes, and felt myself glaring at him. He glared at a spot on the wall rather than at me, but I got the message.
"We thought you were still out," Pat told me. "Since there was no car in the driveway and all."
I snorted. "Too bad, huh? Maybe then we could have avoided this entire excuse for a conversation," I shot coldly, mostly directing my words and the now glasses-clad boy sitting in my living room.
His glare suddenly redirected itself in my direction. "Christ, Addy, just get over yourself already," he fumed at me.
Pat looked shocked, but did nothing to defend me. I felt Liam grab a tighter hold on my hand, and when I looked over at him he was glaring at Seamus.
I think that if looks could kill, Seamus would be dead. I was incredibly angry with him at the moment. I'd never been this angry towards him, but, God, I felt as though he deserved it.
"You son of a bitch!" I snarled at him, wrenching my hand out of Liam's grasp as Seamus stood up. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
He rolled his eyes once again. "Why do you keep accusing me of that? We already went through this, Addy. Just go on your stupid fucking date, okay?"
With that, he walked out of the room. I glared at his back for a couple seconds, then turned around and stalked out of the house, furious. I climbed quickly in to Liam's car and waited for nearly a minute before he slipped into the seat beside me. I said nothing to him, and he returned the favor. It wasn't until we were nearly ten minutes away from my house that he broke the silence.
"So what was that about?" he asked quietly, as if he were trying to avoid my anger.
I snorted. "Fuck if I know. Seamus and I had a huge fight this morning and I don't even know what it was about," I told him, which was mostly the truth. I left out the fact that I had almost kissed my brother's best friend, though.
When I looked over at Liam, I saw his brow raised a bit. "You two looked like you were about to either rip each others throats out or have sex."
I sputtered. "What—I—you must have gotten the wrong idea! Me? Have sex with Seamus?" I asked, as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Liam looked at me wryly. "I didn't say you were sleeping with him, Addy; I just said that's what it looked like," he told me, amused.
"Right," I answered, turning away from him.
He sighed. "So where do you want to go to eat?"
I was thankful for the change of subject. "Let's get Italian," I suggested, craving pasta, while scolding myself for remembering that it was Seamus' favorite kind of food.
After dinner at a nice Italian restaurant, Liam took me to a nearby waterfront where we walked along the beach, just talking. We hadn't really had much time to ourselves to get to know each other, so we took this opportunity gratefully.
"Favorite color?" I asked, we were now just shooting questions at each other.
"Blue. Favorite hot drink?"
"Tea," I replied. "Favorite song?"
"The Seduction by He Is Legend," he told me. "Favorite… um… Pokémon?"
I laughed. "You're really running out of ideas aren't you?" I couldn't blame him; we'd exhausted most of the typical questions already. "Ditto."
"Why Ditto?" he asked with raised brows.
I smirked at him, "I believe it was my turn to ask a question?" he just looked at me, waiting for my to answer despite the rules of the game. "Fine," I sighed. "Because it can transform in to any Pokémon. I get the best of everything. Now you, favorite language?"
He laughed. "Swahili."
I stared at him. "That is the most random language ever."
He grinned, and pulled me to a stop. "Favorite place to be kissed?" he asked huskily, leaning down to me.
I smiled, "It's not so much a matter of where as it is by whom," I purred. His grin widened as he touched his lips to mine. It was a feeling I was sure I wouldn't soon tire of.
Seamus and I hadn't spoken at all since Saturday. Neither of us had even tried to initiate contact with the other. We were both stubborn, but we also both knew that I was more so. I was a little surprised he hadn't caved in yet. I wondered briefly if I'd underestimated his anger, but then shooed the thought away. He and Pat were still hanging around our house. If he had been really furious he wouldn't even be there.
So when it was time to head back to school, I did it without talking to Seamus, and him without talking to me. Truth be told, I was getting kind of annoyed at the whole situation. And, though I didn't want to admit it, I also felt a little… lonely.
I saw Pete and Eileen sitting by a tree when I got to school. I hadn't talked to either of them all weekend and needed their opinions on what was going on.
"Hey, Addy," Pete greeted me warmly. I smiled tentatively back at him.
When I turned to look at Eileen, I saw her regarding me suspiciously. "Okay, spill. Now," she ordered.
I grinned in full then. She could always tell when something was bothering me. The only person who had more of a sense of me than her was the very person who was causing me all this trouble.
I quickly progressed into telling them about everything that had happened since Friday night, about Liam and Seamus. I decided not to tell them about what had nearly happened at the end of my first fight with Seamus, instead just saying that Pat had come in and I had decided to leave.
When I was done, Pete was laughing at all the drama I'd cooked up. "Geez, Addy, you can't go very long without theatrics, can you?"
Eileen on the other hand, smacked me in the back of the head. "You're such an idiot, Addy!" she chastised. "Go find him and apologize right now!"
"What for?" I demanded, my pride hurt. "I did nothing wrong!"
She rolled her eyes. "You were both being idiots. But Addy, Seamus means a lot to you and this is a stupid thing to get worked up over. Just go and apologize before this permanently damages your friendship with the guy."
I knew Eileen was right, but my pride didn't want to apologize. It still felt as though I had done nothing wrong and was perfectly fine with waiting for Seamus to come groveling at my feet. I just didn't know how long that would take, and like Eileen had said, I didn't want any permanent damage to my relationship with him.
I never really thought about how close Seamus and I had become until we weren't talking. I had even contemplated it the night before, but Eileen's words brought the thoughts back to me. Yeah, he was my brother's best friend, but he was one of mine, too. I told him things I didn't even tell Pete or Eileen or Pat. I didn't feel as though I had to hide anything from him, be it something I'd done or some personality trait that others found undesirable. Whether I liked it or not, Seamus was a huge part of my life and I needed to make sure it stayed that way.
Luckily for me, I didn't have time to talk to him in the morning. Or at break, not even at lunch. In fact, it would seem as though Seamus was actively ignoring me.
The thought sparked my anger once more. I was trying to apologize to the damned fool and he had the nerve to run away. Whenever I'd caught sight of him, he quickly vanished in to the crowd. The fact annoyed me to no end.
I couldn't find him after school either, so I just decided to head home and hope he was there.
When I got there, though, his car wasn't in the driveway and when I'd asked Pat where he was the only reply I received was "he said he had some stuff do to and couldn't come over." Stuff to do my ass. Now I knew for sure he was avoiding me. I wanted to yell and scream and break things in my frustration. The one time in my life I decide to be mature and own up to my actions and say sorry to somebody, and that somebody just keeps away from me. He was being incredibly childish about the entire situation.
When I got back up to my room, I let myself fall on my bed and sighed. I would find him tomorrow, I told myself. If he still avoided me, I'd go to his house again, only this time I wouldn't make things worse. I'd make him see that I meant my apology, and he'd forgive me and things would be normal again. Everything would be fine. He and I would still be best friends, or something of the sort, and I would be able to do away with the clenching feeling my stomach had taken to ever since the previous Friday.
It was those thoughts, that led me slowly in to an uneasy sleep.
AN: Sorry for the longish update. I've been really busy lately...It's funny how I do nothing my entire summer but as soon as August rolls around I'm really busy. So yes...
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