Luka
Let's say Liya's birthday was not going as planned because when she blew the candles off her cake, Chase pulled the candles out and dragged her face through the icing.
At first, it was hilarious because normally I would smudge some icing on Liya's nose or cheeks. But this time Liya had taken what Chase did to heart and had slapped him right across the face.
"What the fuck! Isn't that what people do on birthdays?" he raises his voice.
"No, they don't you moron!" Liya yelled replying back to his tone.
"God, you're such a sulk sometimes," Chase goes forward with an annoyed expression.
"Enough, the both of you. At least spare the fights today," I scolded them both.
Grabbing some tissues off the table I started wiping the cream of her face.
"I want him out of here right now," she says, surprising me too with her words.
"This is my best friend's house, you can't just tell me to get out of it," he chuckles with a challenge.
"Then I'll leave," she sways her head with an egoistic attitude.
"Stop, both of you!" I cut the fight again.
They both stare at each other like they're ready to cut each other open and feed each other to the animals.
"Chase, leave," I hesitantly order.
I had a lot of things planned for Liya today. She and Chase never got along so it would be useless to have him around her today. Besides, I don't know how to end these fights between them. It's mission impossible.
"Seriously," his eyebrows raise as if he has been so offended.
"Then apologise," I give another option to which another argument starts.
He holds his ego and says he's done nothing wrong whilst Liya rejects the thought of an apology, so far from getting one out of his mouth.
In the end, Chase barged out of my house, angry and probably mad at me. Liya had rushed up to her room to get herself clean and changed for the evening. I was left to clean this horrendous mess.
"It's like dealing with two little kids," Mira laughed awkwardly.
"Honestly. When will they both grow up?" I rolled my eyes.
Once the cleaning was done I went up and got dressed in a white shirt and black pants. The shirt was untucked and half unbuttoned at the first two buttons. I hadn't planned anything formal for Liya.
Just a small, original thing. She had come down the stairs a while later in her white casual dress. The mood wreck was still on her face.
"Come on, it's alright," I comforted taking my shoulder around her.
She breathed out and nodded yes. We headed out to the car where I held the door open for her. I was the one driving us there. Liya has never ever had proper dates with anyone. Neither with her ex-boyfriend.
She's been getting comfortable with me and our physical touch was getting better. I felt relaxed knowing me touching her wouldn't scare her anymore. We arrived at our destination shortly. The beach. I had specially booked it out for tonight months ago.
I come out of the driver's seat to open her door. The view of her eyes sparkling along with the golden lights set up around the small picnic area I had set up along with the piano was glamorous.
"Luka," she breathed out, instantly walking ahead of me to the venue.
I slowly walked behind her, then beside her to the picnic mat where I had cooked her the cake again. Paired with drinks.
"How is it?" I asked.
"Did you do all of this? For me?" she self-sabotaged quietly.
"I don't see why anyone wouldn't," I responded with a small smile.
I took the time to look at her properly. She didn't have any makeup on. Her eyes were brighter from the golden lights. More beautiful at this time too. She comes in to hug me herself. So softly that I felt like I would melt into her arms and stick to her forever.
"This is beautiful. Really beautiful," she smiles softly looking at the setup again.
"So are you," I compliment, seeing the flush of red appear along her freckles beautifully.
She escaped my warmth and turned away from me, shyly. I sat down on the picnic mat and so did she.
"Now let's do this again," I said handing her the knife.
As she took it to the middle of the cake, my voice started singing for her beautifully. She adored it, I could tell that she did. I watched her cut the cake and take the piece to my mouth for a bite. Gently, I took it after her hands and gave her a bite of it.
"Happy birthday, darling," I wished once again.
"Thank you, darling," she laughs cutely with a smile.
She picks up the strawberry cut in half on the cake and hands me one half. We had always shared the half of strawberries. It just made sense to.
"I'm always going to share my half strawberries with you," I tell, even though she already knows.
"I think I'm going to always like that," she responded back with some sassy blinks.
After a few drinks and some minutes of staring at the waves hitting the shore, I held her hand out of the picnic mat.
"You've always wanted to dance on the beach along the wind with a piano played in the back, right?" I reminded which made her gasp loudly.
"You learnt the piano?" she questions so surprised as if I wouldn't reach the ends of the earth for her.
"For you," I added flirtatiously.
She watched me sit down on the stool, spreading my fingertips along the tiles. I had a song I was going to sing for her whilst I watched her move along the wind. After the first few notes, she had spread her arms and closed her eyes.
"Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining," I sang softly focusing on her.
"Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying," my voice continues as she opens her eyes and walks towards the piano.
I can see the refusal she holds in her eyes. She refused to dance alone because she wouldn't know how to.
"She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day," I continue as she leans her arms onto the piano, plastering the sweetest smile on her face.
The wind gushed through her hair and she looked so effortlessly gorgeous trying to place them. It was like falling in love with her all over again. These loving glances she gave me made my heart race uncontrollably.
"When you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while," the lyrics make her smile wider.
I mean all these to you Liya. All these years you've spent, disgusting yourself. You were never disgusting my love. There's nothing disgusting about you.
Everything about you is made to be loved. I was starting to drown in her eyes which showed the heart fluttering she felt in her heart.
She felt something for me and I was lucky she did. Because now I didn't want to waste a moment in having her apart from me. I wanted her to feel the love I had for her in my heart. She walked around the piano once I was done with the song and pressed a few keys.
"Why don't you become a singer too?" she suggested pressing another key playfully.
"I only like singing for you," I blinked looking up at her.
She doesn't respond to my compliment, but rather turns back to the piano and plays with the keys lightly. I get off the stool and make her sit down on it. Having my body positioned behind her, my arm aligned with hers.
"Luka," she softly calls, feeling her heart race at my closeness.
I guide her fingertips along mine and play a serene melody for the next few minutes. She turns her head to look at me and I look down at her but our fingers do not stop.
"Dance with me," she says, cutting the melody.
"I'm going to make sure you don't forget this," I spoke close to her face.
"I don't want to forget anything about you," she responded so cooingly, making me love her even more.
I took her hand in mine and guided her out, away from the piano. With one hand on her waist, our feet moved together near the shore. Our eyes were locked together with each step, not wanting to leave the gaze of the other.
Taking both her hands in mine, we move back and in, left and right before I spin her against the wind that accompanies us like a song. Her dress blew softly against her and so did my shirt.
Everything was perfect right now. This moment between us is perfect and I wish it just froze so I could cherish it for eternity.
"I never thought I'd get to experience this," she spoke once I had taken her into my arms again with both our feet just moving now.
"You're going to experience so much love, Liya. Because you deserve it. It's what you're made for," I look directly into her eyes with purity.
Her feet stop moving and so do mine. My lips move up to her temple and place a light kiss on her forehead whilst she processes my words. Her eyes remained closed as if this was a dream for her and she didn't want to wake up. I wrap my arms around her body and feel the breeze hit the both of us.
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