For the rest of her weekend, Lyla could not stop thinking about the song and Liam. She swore that he'd looked at her in a special way when he crooned out 'Coffee Eyes' but, of course still wasn't sure. She'd remembered how Becky had come up to him…and that he'd blown her off.

He's got to be over her. He just has to be! He didn't even want to talk to her at the café that night!

She decided to ask Freya about it to get some advice, knowing that Charlie would most likely not want to hear about his daughter's love life. Freya, queen of dating and men in general, was stumped.

"Sweetheart, I don't know what to tell you. He's being weird, and men don't think with their brains, Lyls, they think with their dicks."

"Ah! Freya! You didn't have to put it that way!"

That's not to say that Liam hadn't tried calling, in fact he had called several times over the course of the weekend. Lyla hadn't answered a single call or any of his Facebook wall posts. When they went back to school on Monday, he was hoping to see her, but luckily, Lyla had had a dentist appointment that day and did not show up to class. Freya had influenced her to play hooky for the rest of the day, resulting in the two of them heading to the Manchester Arndale to do some serious shopping…even though Freya ended up buying much more than Lyla could even fathom.

On Tuesday, they'd started reviewing for a physics test that Friday and when Liam tried to talk in their math class, she told him she was trying to focus on her work and didn't feel like talking. Wednesday was the same.

"What do you mean you haven't talked to Liam?" groaned Rachel as she and Lyla set up the Harrison's dining room table with plates and forks. She and Rachel had been studying for physics after school on that Wednesday and were helping her parents get situated for dinner. Luckily, thought Lyla, it would only be the four of them, for Marianne was in London and would not be back until her winter recess began.

"I haven't talked to Liam. That's what it means, Rach."

"But, but…why? Oh my god, you two hate each other again? And just when I thought we were all friends…"

"No, Rach, we don't hate each other. It's just, I…well, I like him, okay?"

"You mean, like making kissy faces to each other while the rest of us gag at your excessive cuteness?"

Lyla rolled her eyes. "Yes, Rachel. I'm starting to feel that way, at least. And, shut up. You're the one who still won't make it official with Jerry yet. So, when we were at the café on Friday, he started saying how he wrote that song, 'Coffee Eyes' for some girl that he "knows." He didn't say who, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't about me."

"It's a pretty song. But are you sure it wasn't about you? Because all Liam's done is just talk about how much fun the two of you have. He's never mentioned another girl, Lyls. So it has to be about you. Besides, Cee's got black eyes, Sara's got greenish ones, and mine are grayish, so hmm…you're the only one out of the four of us that has eyes that could be described as 'coffee,' so it has to be you."

"It could be any girl with brown eyes."

"Well, Becky's aren't."


"I say you make the first move. Really, it's the 21st century; women can make the first move if they really want the boy. So c'mon. Go get the boy!" Lyla looked at Rachel skeptically and sighed. Rachel's mother came out with a hot, fresh casserole and placed it on the table. It smelled like heaven.

"Can I at least eat dinner first?"


Lyla bravely knocked on Liam's front door, but to her surprise, it wasn't him that answered. Whom she presumed to be his father, however, did. Tall, old, and defeated described him well, but his physical features were all premature. If anything, Lyla pegged him to be at least thirty-five, for he and Liam's mum had had him when he was but eighteen years old. Lyla also now knew where Liam got his eyes from.

"Hi…uh, is Liam here?"

The man smiled. "Yes, he's in his room. You must be Lyla. He keeps mentioning the American girl that he's become friends with, only he hasn't actually introduced me to you. So, I'm Dave."

"I am Lyla. Lyla Summers. It's really nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand out. Unlike his son upon their first meeting, Dave accepted the hand and told her that he was up in his room. Lyla knocked on the door and heard a faint 'come in,' from Liam. He looked at her in surprise when he turned around to see who it was.


"Hi. Bad time?"

He looked down at his desk, all scattered with papers and a few pens and pencils.

" Never a bad time for you. Just finishing off some homework. I'm glad you stopped by though. Why haven't you talked to me lately? Did I say something to upset you?"

"Oh, no! No, not at all. I don't know; I just haven't really been in the mood for talking," she said, lying as best as she could.

Should I tell him? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!

"You doing okay? Lyls, what's going on?" he asked, automatically placing his hands on her forearms.


"You're lying! Lyla, just tell me, okay? I'm sure it's—"

"I like you!"

"Uh, I like you too, Lyls. We are friends, I mean, it's kind of obvious that we do like each other, or else we would not be friends."

"You idiot, I don't mean it like that! I mean, I like you as in, right now, I'd really like to kiss you, depending on whether or not you wanted to, of course."

Oh my god, she likes me. And she wants to kiss me, eh? Well, I wasn't expecting her to say that.

"I, uh, Lyla…are you even sure?"

"Can I ask you something?"


"Who did you write that song for? I want an actual name because you were so vague and right now, I don't want vagueness. Tell me the truth, Liam!"

You, Little Mouse. I wrote it about you!

"It was about you. And look, to be honest, I do like you too. Really. But right now, I'm not looking for a relationship. With anybody. Becky put me through hell and while I think that you're bloody brilliant, I don't want to be with you. I'd much rather be friends right now."

"I have to go."

"Lyls, wait, don't—"

"I'm not mad. Really. I get it, okay?"

"But I do like you, Lyla! I wouldn't have been able to write that song if I didn't like you, because that song was all about you. You're so pretty…and amazing. I'm not ready to date you. I think you're right; that there are still lingering feelings for Becky, and not because I like her, but only because she and I were well, 'together,' for a long, long time. I wish I didn't feel anything for her! I hate her and I want her out of my life, but for some reason, I'll think about her every now and then. It isn't fair to you if we start dating if I'm not fully over her yet."

He lied to me. He told me he was over her. Oh god, I'm so stupid!

He was looking at her carefully, but she couldn't bear to even look at him. His gaze was too much for her to handle and she finally was able to say what she had been thinking.

"You lied to me. And now I feel like an idiot for telling you how I feel! Here I am thinking, oh, he likes me, he wrote that beautiful song for me…but you still like her too!"


"You just admitted it, Liam! And I have a feeling you'll never 'get over her.' You want to be friends, but I can't be friends with you anymore. I shouldn't have said anything to you, but this is what I get for listening to Rachel."

"Little Mouse, please! Just listen to me."

"I really don't feel like talking to you right now. At all. I was right. You're always going to put her first, just like you did when you wanted to go out with her for coffee that day."

"Little Mouse!"

"Don't call me that!" she screamed, pushing his hands off of her arms. She ran out of his bedroom and out the door, not saying a word to Dave, who looked up from his newspaper as her figure flew past him. Moments later, Liam was down in the kitchen and Dave looked up again.

"What happened, son?"

Liam glared at Dave and said nothing as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went back to his room. A few minutes after he'd gone back up, Dave heard angry guitar chords echoing downstairs and a string of curse words coming out of his son's mouth. He sighed, took a sip from his tea and went back to reading his newspaper.


Lyla, not feeling up to going home and in desperate need of girl talk, headed over to the Phoenix. She'd mentioned to Freya about what Liam had talked about; that the owner was in need of another bartender and her interview had been that evening. Much to her surprise, her aunt was behind the bar pouring out a beer for a man that had at the minimum, six empty mugs in front of him.


"Hi, Aunt Freya."

"Sit down, dear. What happened?"

"I told Liam everything. And well, he told me there were some lingering feelings for Becky, even though he apparently does like me, which right now, I find hard to believe. He doesn't want a relationship right now." Freya looked at her niece in total concern and poured out a soda for her.

"Don't worry; I won't make you pay for it. Oh Lyla, he's missing out then. He's missing out on you and I say that you find a really hot guy, get him to date you and make Liam jealous." Lyla, at her aunt's advice, began to cry.

"What did I say?"

"I don't want another guy! I thought I'd found a really good guy but I guess I was wrong! And now I have to see him in class every single day, Freya!"

"Okay, that's true. But, Lyla Summers, you're my niece for god's sake! Be strong and don't let it look like if he's affecting you. That's the only way you'll make it. And he'll regret telling you that he doesn't want you. When that boy ditched you for homecoming, you were a god awful wreck at school. That isn't going to be you this time around. Cry all you want at home, but at school, you'll be confident and act like if you don't give a shit about him."

"All I can do is try."

"And that's all I ask you to do, niece."

"So…you're behind the counter? Did you tell Michael about your extreme clumsiness?"

Freya laughed. "Oh believe me, Lyls, he knows. I've knocked over two beers and a basketful of peanuts. All he does is glare at me, but I think I've won him over, actually. You should see the tips I've gotten so far!" Freya showed Lyla the wad of pound notes, mostly consisting of tens, fives and an odd twenty.

"Big time alcoholics in here, kid. I'm telling you now; I don't want you getting wasted whenever you're eighteen."

"Please, like you didn't do it."

"I might have dabbled when I was at Bryn Mawr, but I was hardly an alcoholic, Lyla Nicole Summers. Get your facts straight. I do, however, promise to let you get totally drunk when you turn eighteen, but just the one time, okay?"

"Sure, Aunt Freya," said Lyla, rolling her eyes. Freya looked at her and reached across the bar, engulfing Lyla in a tender hug.

"It's going to be okay, niece. I promise."

"I believe you."


Why is it such a problem
to recognize that I'm here?
I'm falling slowly further
Just give me a minute or two
It would mean so much, my dear
My heart is slowly breakin'
I've got a question
Was it you or was it me?
Don't pretend that you can't see me
It seems you're not bothered
Should I move on and let you be?
How do you get up so easily

Can't you see I'm waiting
for your Love (for your love)
Can't you see I'm waiting
for your Love (for your love)
Can't you see I'm waiting
for your Love (for your love)

Appleton: "Waiting for Your Love"


Again, another chapter that really doesn't mean much…we've just got to get these two kids together and fast! I'm trying to get as much out as possible before I head back to school! I hope you liked it! Constructive reviews are welcomed!