better than you think, Katy. Come on,” he says, tossing his head toward my door. I open my door gently, walking down slowly; we tiptoe outside toward the hammock. The sky is dark, but there are streetlights positioned around the back of my house.
I sit down on the hammock, awkwardly; swinging when Liam sits down beside me. “So,” I whisper.
“I want to find my mom,” he says.
Oh. This isn’t what I’m expecting. “Well, we should do it.”
“Now?”
“No, it’s one in the morning. In the next few days. I’ll help you look.”
“I’m scared,” he whispers. “She might be dead…or hate me…or not want to see me. What if she has an entire new family somewhere?”
I touch his hand, he doesn’t move. “I’ll help you. We’ll find her, I promise,” I say. He nods and lies back on his back. I lay beside him. I don’t know how long we lie there.
“Katy,” he mumbles.
“Hmm.”
“Thank you.”
“That’s what girlfriends do. Pretend or not.” I don’t remember falling asleep, but soon I’m deep in a Liam filled sleep.
When I wake up, Liam is gone. I have his hoodie draped over my legs and I’m grateful. It has to be around six in the morning. The sun is barely shining over our little house. The light in the kitchen isn’t on, so I race upstairs to my bedroom before Mom gets up.
“Mom do I look okay?” I ask.
She smiles, her eyes crinkling around the corners. “Of course you do, sweetheart. You look, beautiful.” She pushes my long curl behind my shoulder. “Liam is a lucky guy.”
Too bad we’re pretending. Last night has been replaying in my mind all day today. Liam didn’t act any different today at school. He picked me up, ate lunch with me, but didn’t mention the ‘bed’ incident or the hammock. He did say I snored, but that was it.
“Here stand over there; I promised your father I would take pictures.”
I try to smile. She shouldn’t have to take pictures, he should be here. “Okay,” I say. I stand next to the front door and smile. Mom takes several different pictures before the doorbell rings. My hands begin to sweat. I wipe them on the bottom of my dress. Jeez, get a grip, Katy. It’s just Liam.
Mom giggles like a school girl. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her. She seems more excited than I am. “I’ll get it, ” she yells. I hurry to the living room and take a deep breath. “You look great, Liam.” I head Mom shut the door. I hear Liam mumble something to Mom, but I can’t make it out. She giggles.
I take a few steps and watch as Liam walks into the living room. My breath catches. Liam is always so grungy, with combat boots, t-shirts and ripped jeans. This is…different. A greatly hottish different. The dance is semi casual. The girls wear suitable dresses and the boys dress up, no suites. I feel a blush riding on my cheeks, I look down, determined not to let Liam see me blush. It’s the first time I’ve seen him dressed up and it makes my stomach tingle . All the distance that he had at the beginning of the week has vanished. He seems so close to me even standing a few feet away.
He clears his throat. “You look…great,” he says, his eyes travel down to my bare legs, then back up to the skin of my side. “Beautiful.”
I watch him tug on his button down black shirt. “So, do you,” I say. “Um,” I shake my head, “I mean handsome, you look handsome.”
Liam takes a step closer and smiles. “I knew what you meant.”
“Picture time ! Pictures, pictures! ” Mom yells. “Get together,” she says, motioning us together. I walk carefully, not to fall in my heels that Jen insisted I wear, over toward Logan.
He is warm. All the heat in the world transports to the one spot where his hand rest on my side. I regret getting this dress, with any other one; I wouldn’t be able to feel his calloused hand on my bare waist. I stiffen. He is smiling. “You look good enough to eat,” he mumbles at my ear. There is the real Liam.
I sit down on the hammock, awkwardly; swinging when Liam sits down beside me. “So,” I whisper.
“I want to find my mom,” he says.
Oh. This isn’t what I’m expecting. “Well, we should do it.”
“Now?”
“No, it’s one in the morning. In the next few days. I’ll help you look.”
“I’m scared,” he whispers. “She might be dead…or hate me…or not want to see me. What if she has an entire new family somewhere?”
I touch his hand, he doesn’t move. “I’ll help you. We’ll find her, I promise,” I say. He nods and lies back on his back. I lay beside him. I don’t know how long we lie there.
“Katy,” he mumbles.
“Hmm.”
“Thank you.”
“That’s what girlfriends do. Pretend or not.” I don’t remember falling asleep, but soon I’m deep in a Liam filled sleep.
When I wake up, Liam is gone. I have his hoodie draped over my legs and I’m grateful. It has to be around six in the morning. The sun is barely shining over our little house. The light in the kitchen isn’t on, so I race upstairs to my bedroom before Mom gets up.
“Mom do I look okay?” I ask.
She smiles, her eyes crinkling around the corners. “Of course you do, sweetheart. You look, beautiful.” She pushes my long curl behind my shoulder. “Liam is a lucky guy.”
Too bad we’re pretending. Last night has been replaying in my mind all day today. Liam didn’t act any different today at school. He picked me up, ate lunch with me, but didn’t mention the ‘bed’ incident or the hammock. He did say I snored, but that was it.
“Here stand over there; I promised your father I would take pictures.”
I try to smile. She shouldn’t have to take pictures, he should be here. “Okay,” I say. I stand next to the front door and smile. Mom takes several different pictures before the doorbell rings. My hands begin to sweat. I wipe them on the bottom of my dress. Jeez, get a grip, Katy. It’s just Liam.
Mom giggles like a school girl. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her. She seems more excited than I am. “I’ll get it, ” she yells. I hurry to the living room and take a deep breath. “You look great, Liam.” I head Mom shut the door. I hear Liam mumble something to Mom, but I can’t make it out. She giggles.
I take a few steps and watch as Liam walks into the living room. My breath catches. Liam is always so grungy, with combat boots, t-shirts and ripped jeans. This is…different. A greatly hottish different. The dance is semi casual. The girls wear suitable dresses and the boys dress up, no suites. I feel a blush riding on my cheeks, I look down, determined not to let Liam see me blush. It’s the first time I’ve seen him dressed up and it makes my stomach tingle . All the distance that he had at the beginning of the week has vanished. He seems so close to me even standing a few feet away.
He clears his throat. “You look…great,” he says, his eyes travel down to my bare legs, then back up to the skin of my side. “Beautiful.”
I watch him tug on his button down black shirt. “So, do you,” I say. “Um,” I shake my head, “I mean handsome, you look handsome.”
Liam takes a step closer and smiles. “I knew what you meant.”
“Picture time ! Pictures, pictures! ” Mom yells. “Get together,” she says, motioning us together. I walk carefully, not to fall in my heels that Jen insisted I wear, over toward Logan.
He is warm. All the heat in the world transports to the one spot where his hand rest on my side. I regret getting this dress, with any other one; I wouldn’t be able to feel his calloused hand on my bare waist. I stiffen. He is smiling. “You look good enough to eat,” he mumbles at my ear. There is the real Liam.
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