Comment of the Chapter:
Though i do think she'll end up with Uterus because the wise old lady said they should.
And old people are always right for some reason.
Thanks to ProfessorSexy for her amusing comment. Lawl. "Uterus". I think she meant
"Uranus", but this way, it's more hilarious.
Chapter Seventeen: Secrets
“Rena!” my little, hospital daycare kids chorused together as I walked through the door of the childcare center.
I always thought it was odd that my local hospital had a daycare center as one of its wings, but I never really wanted to ask. These kids were awesome.
“Hey, kids,” I greeted them causally as I sauntered to the T.V., were all the kids had formed.
“You’re here early today,” Amy noted observantly.
“You don’t sound too happy about that,” I teased the little girl as she sent me a worried glance, obviously not getting teasing manner.
“I am!” She flashed me a bright smile and through the big smile she tried saying, “See?”
I rolled my eyes playfully, then I took note of the other children, who I wasn’t familiar with. Sometimes random kids would be here last minute because their parents had no other alternatives. But, I was pretty close with all the “regulars”.
“Why are you guys just watching TV?” I wondered aloud as I watched the kids mindlessly gazed at the television, which was playing a rerun of Spongebob.
I got no answer.
“They’ve become zombies,” Amy whispered to me.
I laughed at her explanation.
“Seriously, Rena. The show has brainwashed them.”
“Maybe you’ve been watching too much TV.”
“But I’m not a zombie,” Amy argued as she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest in exasperation.
“Whatever, Amy. I’ll be right back, but try getting the other kids to do something else,” I told her as I tried to find Amelia, the other volunteer here.
“Hey,” I greeted said volunteer as I spotted the twenty-something year-old slouching on the couch, reading a magazine. “Have they been doing that all day?” I asked, referring to the kids.
“Yup,” she answered straightforwardly. She didn’t even bother looking up at me.
“Have you tried getting them to do something else?”
“Nope.”
“Okay then,” I said, sounding a bit more annoyed then I meant to. It’s just that I don’t see why Amelia volunteered here. She never did anything on her shift and she didn’t need volunteer credits.
“I’m taking my break now,” Amelia declared, finally saying more than one word. The college girl got up from her couch and walked straight out the door without another word.
Forcing my annoyance away, I returned to the kids.
“No! Rena said to!” I could hear Amy’s shout from the corner. I picked up my pace once I heard a crash.
“What’s going on here?” I asked sternly once I saw the scene displayed before me.
Amy had the TV plug in her outstretched hand and was standing on a chair while the other daycare kids were trying to reach it from the ground.
“Rena, Amy broke the TV,” Sophie, one of the regulars, said rather cutely as she pointed to the blank TV screen. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
“Amy, get down from there,” I ordered as I took the plug from Amy’s tiny hands.
Amy obliged wordlessly and all the other kids shut up as well.
“Okay guys,” I started to say, less strict, “We’re going to do something besides watching TV,” I stated as I tried thinking about something.
“But I wanted to see if Spongebob was going to get his boating license this time,” Paul whined.
“Can we read more Shakespeare?” Sophie suggested, seemingly over the fact that the TV was no longer working.
“Can we play tag?”
“Can we sing?”
“Can we have cookies?”
“Can we play Barbie?”
Suddenly, I was feeling overwhelmed by the suggestions that popped up into their heads. Wanting to be relaxed by my weekly visit to the hospital, I decided to go where that happens.
“We’re all going to visit Sherry,” I announced.
“Who?” the nonregulars asked together.
“A friend,” I answered them.
“Yay!” all my regulars cheered excitedly. They had met Sherry before, but it was a long time ago.
“Just wait a sec,” I told them as I jogged to the other side of the daycare, where the infant section was.
“Hey, Kiddo. I see you’re on winter break,” Katherine, the woman who was in charge of the whole daycare, greeted me with a baby in her hands.
“Yup. I just finished finals yesterday,” I informed her. “Anyways, I was wondering if I could take the other kids on a . . . little field trip to Sherry’s.”
“Sure, it’s fine with me. Just don’t make too much noise,” she agreed without hesitating as she placed the baby in her arms into a cradle.
“Thanks, Katherine,” I thanked her graciously as I turned around to the kids.
“It’s Mother Hen to you!” Katherine reminded me jokingly. She always calls herself that because she was the ‘head babysitter’ here and felt as if she were everyone’s mother.
“Okay, bye Mother Hen,” I bid her goodbye and returned to my original place.
“Remember the rules, daycare kids. Be quiet in the halls, have a field trip buddy, and follow Rena,” Amy reminded the other kids.
I smiled at the miniature leader in front of me.
“Alright, kids, you heard Amy,” I restated. “But, why don’t you all walk around me?” I specified as the kids got into a circle around me, including Amy.
This kid-barricade reduced the chances of me being recognized, unlike last time, where all hell broke loose.
“March onwards,” I commanded Amy and Thomas, who were the ones in front of me. They knew where they were going anyways.
“Aye, aye captain,” Thomas, once again, took things like this seriously.
All was going well. I hadn’t lost any of my kids in the hospital or even been caught by anyone I knew without my fat suit on. We were crossing the main hospital wing now and about to head through the cafeteria, but a noise caught my ear.
“Liam Jonathan Nelson,” a lady addressed a very familiar name as they walked through the hospital doors. “I am your mother and you will do what I say when you’re living under my roof,” the woman spoke the overused saying loudly.
Suddenly curious, I silently told Amy and Thomas to stop and to not look suspicious while I bent down, so that I was completely hidden by my barricade of kids. Of course, it’s kind of fishy when there’s a group of kids stopped in the middle of a hospital, but at least they wouldn’t know who I was or why the kids were there.
“Not being suspicious. Not being suspicious,” Thomas chanted, stumbling over the word ‘suspicious’. I grinned slightly at that, but turned my focus to the people coming through the hospital doors.
Through a crack of my shield of kids, I could see that it was in fact Liam, the one who has been bothering me nonstop, that was walking with his parents. I knew they were because they exactly looked like Liam. I mean, Liam’s dark brown hair came from his dad’s side. His light-brown eyes came from his mother’s eyes and his tall stature came from his dad’s side.
From what I could see, I looked liked Liam was arguing with them about something because he looked angered while his parents looked frustrated.
“Mom, I’ve told you and Dad before. I don’t want to be here. I don’t need to be here. So, that means that I don’t have to be here.”
“Son, please. For my and your mother’s sake,” his father begged him.
I was getting kind of curious now. Liam, from my experience, has never been hard to argue with.
“No, Dad. This is my life. Not yours. Not Mom’s. So I don’t see why you can’t respect my decision,” Liam argued with his parents once more.
“Rena, I’m tired of not being suspicious,” Thomas complained to me, breaking his ‘not being suspicious’ chant.
“Hush. I’m almost done,” I assured the child.
“Why can’t you realize that this will affect more than just your life?” His mother almost screamed at him. It sounded like she was about to cry. “You are our life, Liam,” she said through tears as she rushed off to the bathroom direction.
“Wait, Mom,” Liam quickly said, looking guiltily for making his mother burst into tears.
“Son, you’ve done enough damage,” his father snapped at him as he rushed off after his wife.
Liam just stood there, glaring at the ground. But I couldn’t help but notice he had that rare expression of sadness that I never saw on him. I’ve only saw his smile and it’s upsetting me.
Although I had a strange urge to comfort him, I didn’t think it would make anyone feel better to tell him that I had just heard his entire argument with his parents. Also, Thomas was getting squirmy.
“Alright, onwards,” I whispered to my kids as we made our way to Sherry’s. I, of course, had to crawl, not wanting to risk getting caught by Liam, once again.
Curiosity burned through me all the way there. What could get Liam, the epitome of happiness, so worked up? Why did his mother cry? Why was he even at the hospital? Could Liam, AKA Santa Claus, be doing something bad? Could Liam, who bought me Jamba Juice and told me the nicest things, be even capable of doing wrong?
Through the corner of my eye, I could see that Liam had stalked off to wherever his parents went, so, sighing, I stood up and let myself into Sherry’s door, bring my horde of kids with me.
“Sherry!” all of the regulars greeted the woman as they entered her room.
“Is that who I think it is?” Sherry greeted them back as she leaned over her bed for hugs.
It was the cutest sight ever. All the kids lined up to give Sherry a hug. Even the new kids went up and gave her a hug.
“Who are you?” I heard Amy ask to someone when I was distracted by the other kids.
“Who am I? Who are you?” a familiar voice asking jokingly to Amy.
“Trent, don’t be rude to Amy. She’s awesome,” Sherry scolded her grandson.
Amy stuck her tongue out at Uranus ( . . . nah, it’s not as funny when you take an innocent little girl and apply a “Uranus” joke). Uranus just huffed and looked away.
“Rena, come out, come out wherever you are,” Sherry sang once she was done hugging all the kids.
“Hi, Sherry,” I greeted her cheerfully, leaving the whole Liam situation behind for now.
“I see you brought guests. . . Well, I hear you brought guests.” Sherry cracked up at her own joke and I couldn’t help but smile a bit.
“Yup, they wanted to come,” I explained as I dragged a chair to the hospital bed .
The kids were occupying themselves by listening to Sophie’s story on how a brave M&M got a pretzel stuck inside of him. Well… at least they weren’t watching television.
“So, Trent here was telling me that you have winter formal today. Planning to go with anyone?”
“As if, she can’t get a—”
“Rena, hit him for me.”
It’s funny how much alike Holly and Sherry are, but Sherry still doesn’t Holly.
An audible smack could be heard as I hit Uranus’ arm.
“No, Sherry. I don’t have a date.”
“Why not?” Sherry asked, as if she was appalled that I couldn’t get a date.
“Well, she had the opportunity to but—”
This time I smacked Uranus (See? That’s funny) of my own freewill because I didn’t want Sherry to know about Liam and I also didn’t want to be reminded of him at the moment.
“Grandma, Serena hit me,” Uranus tattled on me.
“I did not,” I denied falsely.
“She did!”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Yuh-huh,” he said, mocking of my childlike reply.
“Why don’t you give each other a high-five? Then it’ll be even since you’re both hitting each other,” Sherry reasoned with us.
“Oh look, Uranus. I feel the sudden urge to not fight anymore,” I surrendered willingly, not having the energy to give anyone a high-five.
“I see’s she found your middle name, Uranus,” Sherry teased her grandson, who huffed in response. “Now Rena, before you rudely interrupted my grandson. What was this opportunity?”
“Nothing, just this guy in physics class,” I told her honestly, warning Uranus silently to not say anything.
“Rena and guy in physics sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-ING in a tree. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby marriage,” Amy started to sing once Sophie was done with the story and the kids were listening to our conversation.
“Amy, you don’t even understand half of those words,” I told her gently.
“Yes, I do!” she argued. “Kissing is when you eat the other person’s face. That’s why you have to get married to them. Because if you eat someone’s face in a tree. They’ll probably fall off and you have to secure them fi-fi-finacially as compensation for making them fall off a tree. Then a stork will take pity on you for being sad because you had to marry someone and he’ll give you a baby of your choosing,” she explained to me.
“Uh . . . yeah, Amy. We’ll go with that,” I agreed with the girl, who was surprisingly smart for her age. “So, guys,” I addressed the rest of the kids. “What happened in Spongebob today?”
Almost instantaneously, the kids jumped into hyper drive as they began to discuss Spongebob. Even Amy started to talk about Spongebob, even though she had called the rest of them brainwashed zombies.
“And Trent, I presume you’re taking Holly?” Sherry asked, getting back on the topic.
“Yeah, who else would I take?”
“Well, you could take Rena here—”
“No,” both Uranus and I refused immediately.
“Whoa, someone pinch me. You guys agreed on something. But anyways, you guys would be so much more amazing together,” Sherry gushed while Uranus and I glared at each other.
“No, we wouldn’t,” Uranus and I chorused again.
“Stop doing that,” we said together.
“I said stop!” we snapped at each other.
“See? You’re already so in sync with each other.”
“Grandma!” Uranus shouted in embarrassment and slumped in his seat, as if to hide himself.
I could feel myself doing the same, but since Uranus was already doing it, I sat straight-up in my seat to try and disprove Sherry.
“Come on, Trent. You and I both know that you switched your visiting times from Thursday to Friday just so that you could see Rena here.”
“No, Grandma, I didn’t know that,” Uranus said quietly, looking anywhere but his Grandma.
“So you don’t admit that it’s false?”
“What-I,” Uranus stumbled over his words.
“And don’t you dare lie to your own grandmother now,” Sherry warned him.
Oh my goodness, Uranus’ face was so red right now. I wished I had a camera now. He looked so embarrassed.
“Bye, Grandma. Love you,” Uranus suddenly rushed out of the room, out of embarrassment, I assume.
When the door behind him shut, Sherry and I burst out laughing.
“That-that was genius, my friend,” I said to Sherry as I was calming down. “He was so red.”
“Oh, I could feel the embarrassment radiating off of him,” Sherry chuckled. “But, Sweetheart, you know I wasn’t joking, right?”
My laughter stopped short. “What?” I choked.
“He really did switch because of you. He told me that he liked visiting me with you. That’s why he got so embarrassed—because it was true.”
“Oh—I—that’s nice,” I said awkwardly. Now I could feel myself getting more embarrassed.
“Rena, I can feel the embarrassment radiating off of you too,” Sherry told me jokingly.
“Yeah, it’s just weird.”
“I’ll bet, Miss Antisocial,” Sherry teased me again.
“Ha-ha,” I laughed sarcastically.
“Now, let’s turn our attention to these wonderful angels you brought today,” Sherry thankfully changed the subject to my daycare kids.
“My name is Angel,” one of the new little girls stood up, amazed at the coincidence that just occurred. “You must be a psychic,” she stare at Sherry as if she was a wizard.
Sometimes I envy a child’s ignorance, especially now, since my mind now wandered to Liam’s seemingly mysterious life.
:::x:::O:::x:::
“Your feet smell like Nutella,” Kurt commented as I rested my feet on his lap, lazily watching some rerun of Hannah Montana. Don’t ask. Kurt just loves this show for some odd reason.
“Your face,” I countered as I watched the screen absentmindedly. The dance was in two hours and I only had until then to laze about on the first day of winter break.
“Well-”
Kurt was interrupted by the doorbell, which instantly made me panic.
“Why didn’t you tell me someone was coming over?!” I nearly shouted at Kurt as I shoved myself off of the couch and ended up falling onto the ground.
“I didn’t. Stop blaming me,” my supposed senior brother whined at me as he pouted.
“Just go get the door,” I commanded while rolling my eyes, deciding to stay on floor to hide behind the couch. It was probably just Benny coming over to tell us that it was Friday or something if it wasn’t one of Kurt’s friends.
Kurt sighed flamboyantly, as if it pained him to get off the couch and walk five yards to get the door.
“Oh my gosh. Rena, you have visitors,” Kurt exclaimed once I heard the door open. “It’s Uranus and some chick.”
“I’m not here,” I shouted as continued to hide, wanting to savor my time of sanity because I’m pretty sure I would lose it at the dance.
“Come! Come! Well, this is weird. Serena never gets any guests. Sometimes I think that it might be because she’d embarrassed by me, but maybe she’s just embarrassed by her feet that smell like Nutella. Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Kurt by the way. Like in Glee, but I’m not gay or musically talented. Am I talking too much? Maybe I am. I’ve never met any of Rena’s friends since well…. Like a long time ago. So I might be rusty. Hmmm, has Rena ever told you that—”
Knowing that Kurt was just doing this to annoy me, I got up from the ground and cut him off, “Kurt!”
“What?” he gave me an innocent look as he headed for the stairs. “Well, anyways I will go now so that you can talk to your guests.”
“You’re so stupid,” I insulted him silently as I headed to the front door where Holly and Uranus stood speechless, staring after Kurt dumbfounded.
“What?” I asked bluntly, not bothering to invite them in.
“Well, Holly, I brought you to the place. So, I’ll just be going now,” Uranus said awkwardly, avoiding my eyes, probably remembering what happened with him and his grandma.
“Bye,” Holly chirped as she pecked his lips with hers and gave him a short hug. “I’ll see you tonight,” she called after him as he fast-walked from my driveway.
“Soooo,” I said awkwardly, unused to this type of thing . . . what the heck was I supposed to do? “Come in?”
“Thanks.” Holly smiled politely as she came into my house. “First things first, Rena, I know you.”
“I would hope so,” I said slowly in confusion.
“No, I’ve known you since the day I moved here,” Holly clarified as she inspected me carefully. “About two years ago- June 26th, 2009.”
I tilted my head in confusion, not remembering any of this and slightly scared that she would remember the specific date and year. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, you were that girl in front of a yellow house on the corner. You helped me with my skinned knee, but I wouldn’t help you. You were with your mother, father, and brother,” she started listed out facts and paused for her final observation. “And you weren’t wearing your fat suit in public,” she said a little quieter at the end, as if the statement was going to offend me.
In an instant I could feel that day coming back to me. It was my parent’s anniversary and they wanted to spend it with Kurt and I, so we decided to have a day where we didn’t use technology so that we weren’t distracted. Then I remember the younger form of Holly jogging up to our cornerstreet house and slipping on the ground. I remember how she refused my help as if I were the devil.
“That wasn’t me,” I quickly denied as I stared blankly at her. She was catching on. I could feel it, but as long as she didn’t ask the question that I didn’t want her ask to ask, I would be fine.
“Yes, it was!” she argued, not wanting to let this go. “I’m sure of it because that day was when I met Trent at the park.”
“Why are you here?” I asked, trying to remain calm for Holly’s sake.
Holly looked puzzled by the sudden change in topic, but she noticed something on my face, probably the look of discomfort, and looked as if she understood. “To make you all pretty for the dance, of course,” she chirped in her usual, cheerful voice.
“Are you saying that I’m not usually pretty?” I teased her.
“No! I didn’t mean that. What I meant to say was that I wanted to make you extra pretty—not that you don’t always look extra pretty. I meant extra extra pretty—not that you aren’t—blah!” Holly stopped in frustration once she realized she had entered a non-ending cycle.
“Holly, I know what you mean.” I laughed at her attempt to be fair.
“Okay, so let’s do this. I brought everything we need for tonight—straighteners, curlers, mascara, lip gloss, hair dryer, brushes—”
I mentally hoped that Holly would be distracted by these . . . instruments (some of which I haven’t even heard of) all night and not think about the Serena she saw two years ago. If she did, she might know.
:::x:::O:::x:::
I cringed as I looked in the mirror. “Holly, what have you done to me?” I silently asked myself. Holly had actually left fifteen minutes ago with Uranus and I was going to get my dad to drive me.”
My honey-brown hair was curled into light, loose curls and Holly had pinned a white flower to one side of my hair. She had also, which I objected to, applied this black liquid on my eyelashes. And she had made me wear lip gloss, which tasted like shit unlike my chapstick that tasted like watermelons.
I mean I didn’t look bad. I looked different. And I didn’t like that, but it was probably already too late now, so I sucked it up and left the house.
When I had gotten to the rented-out reception hall our dance was being occupied at, I immediately didn’t like it.
Some crappy, repetitive music was playing overhead and most of the girls there looked like they were pole dancing . . . on guys, but the guys didn’t seem to mind.
Ew. This is gross.
“Hey look, it’s Ser-fattie. She thinks she’s cool for going to a dance,” I heard a girl comment to my left as I walked further into the reception hall, now even more confident.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Suddenly an idea popped into my head.
I practically strode (well . . . If my fat suit allowed me to) to Alex Fletcher, the school’s star varsity basketball player with a noticeable smirk on my face. Oh, this was brilliant.
”Hey-a, handsome,” I called out to him.
He turned around and a look of disgust crossed his face as he recognized me. “Davidson, you know that only ugly people and up are invited to these dances, right? So that means you, who is way under the “ugly” status shouldn’t be here,” he lamely insulted me and his basketball chums, who were hanging around him, laughed.
I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. Freaking asshole.
“But I couldn’t keep away from you,” I continued and approached him again.
“Whoa there, creep. Back the hell away from me,” Alex warned, looking scared at what I might do. Looks like he got the rumor that I was a stalker too. When he saw that I was going towards rather than away, he started backing up towards the food bar that was behind him.
“You know I can’t resist.” I mentally gagged, slightly wishing that I hadn’t started this, and still slowly approaching him.
“Guys, help me!” Alex shouted girlishly to his teammates, as if I was going to actually hurt him.
Just like I planned, the idiot basketball players grabbed the nearest thing to them, which so happened to be the punch bowl and dumped it on my head.
From head to toe, I was drenched with what tasted like Hawaiian punch. I reeked of it now and I could feel the punch in my shoes sloshing about as I stormed off through the crowd. Everyone was laughing I could see through the punch that was now stinging in my eyes.
“Such a freak—”
“Can’t believe she thought she had a chance-”
“Creep.”
“Loser.”
“Why was she even here?”
“Stalker.”
“Haha, she looks like the kool-aid man.”
“Pervert.”
“Pathetic.”
I heard glimpses of Willow Heights’ student’s whispers among each other as I walked the walk of shame to the bathrooms. I could help smiling at the insults though. They were beautiful to hear.
I almost started skipping when I had gone through the door of the reception hall that lead to the bathrooms.
“Hey,” my happiness was soon cut short by no other than the infamous Liam, who was looking at me with a strange expression.
“What? No ‘Hay is for horses’?” Liam asked jokingly when he noticed his “Hey” had remained insult-free from me.
The only reason I hadn’t been retorting like my usual self was because I started remembering the dream I had two nights ago. Liam’s red eyes. I shuddered at the nightmare.
“Are you cold?” Liam asked politely.
“No,” I managed to overcome my fear of the nightmare. It was only a dream.
“Are you sure? You just got drenched by probably spiked punch.”
“And?”
“Let me keep you warm,” Liam said sternly as he took a step towards me.
“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously, taking a step back.
“I’m just trying to keep you warm,” Liam repeated.
I gave him a look.
“Okay, I’m trying to get you to dance with me,” Liam admitted shamelessly as he nervously scratched the back of his head.
“I’m drenched in punch,” I tried to make up an excuse.
“Come on, one slow song,” Liam begged. “And then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of this night.”
“You’ll leave me alone. Period,” I tried bargaining.
“For a week?” he compromised.
I bit my lip. This was a hard decision. Should I risk the chance of getting caught by someone else just for a week without Liam?
I didn’t even get why he was doing this? Why was he trying so hard to be my friend, when it’s apparent that he’s pushing everyone else away? Why does he seem like such a simple person, and yet he probably has more secrets than anyone I know, which was confirmed by my hospital visit today?
“Actually, you can dance with me if I can get an answer from a question of my choosing,” I offered, trying my hardest to look like I wasn’t planning anything.
“Really?” Liam got a hopeful look on his face.
“Yes. Now hurry up before I change my mind,” I told him sternly as I uncomfortably wrapped my hands around his neck, which I’ll admit was hard because the belly of my fat suit was longer than my arms, but I managed.
Liam took my waist, or rather my fat suit’s waist and we started swaying to a slow song which had coincidentally just started.
“Beauty queen of only eighteen/she had some trouble with herself/He was always there to help her”
“So, what’s your question?” Liam asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between us as we swayed mindlessly. Well, I felt like I was waddling, but I’m pretty sure that Liam was just regularly dancing.
“I know I tend to get so insecure/It doesn’t matter anymore”
“Why were you at the hospital today?” I asked him right away.
Liam’s body tensed, as if it was a sore subject for him, and he stopped moving.
“It’s not always rainbows and butterflies/ It’s compromise that moves us along, yeah/My heart is full and my door’s always open/You can come anytime you want”
“Ask another question please,” he pleaded softly as he started slowly swaying again.
I really didn’t want to make him upset, since it already looked like he had gone through enough in the hospital with his parents. So I asked him another question.
“Why are you so interesting in befriending me?”
“Look for the girl with a broken smile/ Ask her if she wants to stay for awhile/And she will be loved/ And she will be loved”
“You ask some pretty tough questions,” Liam commented, as if he was regretting his decision.
“I know where you hide/Alone in your car/Know all of the things that make you who you are/I know that goodbye means nothing at all/Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls”
“Like you said, Serena. Life’s too short to push people away. I’ve been doing that to some extent . . . but I want to make that right. And I want to start with you,” Liam answered, but I could tell he wasn’t telling me all of it. I accepted that, because I knew it must be hard talking about feelings.
“ . . . Thank you,” I thanked him softly as I looked at his face. It was touching that he would actually admit that. And that he would be taking my advice.
“I don't mind spending everyday/ Out on your corner in the pouring rain”
“No problem.” Liam flashed me a bright smile. I have got to admit. It made me swoon a bit. I don’t know whether it was the enclosed space or the smell of the punch, but I actually felt queasy. “Even if you do smell like punch.” Suddenly, the queasiness disappeared as I frowned at him.
“Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye”
As the song was coming the end, we started swaying slower.
“Serena, I forgot to tell you something.”
“If you tell me that I smell like—”
“You’re beautiful,” he complimented me as we came to a complete stop.
“I-uh- thanks?” I stumbled like an idiot. “You’re not too shabby yourself?” I was so confused right now. What the heck is going on?
“Oh and I have to tell another thing.”
“What?” I asked, growing suspicious again.
“Oh, I just forgot something.”
“What did you—”
Liam interrupted me by kissing my cheek, which I’m sure by now is really, really warm.
“Bye, Serena!” he called a second later as he pulled away from me, released his arms from my waist, and stalked off to the exit.
“Wait,” I called to him hopelessly. What heck was that? I touched my cheek where he had kissed it. Asshole.
So, for now, I was stuck with staring after his path to the exit. What was up with him tonight? He was acting somewhat serious for a change.
“Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye.”
:::x:::O:::x:::
Author’s Note:
Hello, my beautiful fans! . . . I don’t know why, but I feel like this was crappier than my other chapters, but maybe it’s because I’m sick and I had to miss my winter formal, which was coincidentally today as well.
Yay! I updated.
*Sigh* At least soccer is over now, which means that I can write more in the weekdays, but that doesn’t guarantee faster updates.
Wasn't Maroon 5's She Will be Loved the perfect song for them?
Why do you guys think Liam is trying so hard to befriend Rena?
Well, I think I’m going to go to bed now. See ya , my beautiful readers