Liam stepped out of the Uber, anxious. He was at Steve's house.
He walked to the entrance and pressed the doorbell. He wasn't expecting an empty house. Trevor could be at home with him.
"Liam," Oliver, Steve's dad was the one that opened the door. "You're here."
"Good afternoon sir," he slightly bowed then stepped into the house. "Yes, I am."
"Why didn't come visiting again?" he asked as he led the way. "I was almost afraid I'll never see you again."
"No, of course not," Liam laughed nervously.
"You're here to see Steve, right?" Oliver asked after a minute of silence, Liam nodding. "Thank you."
"Uh?"
"Did you guys fight?" he asked. "Was it a really huge fight?"
Liam smiled. "Yeah something like that."
"Oh," Oliver sighed. "You guys shouldn't argue. Look at Steve now, sul
Bye, mum!" Liam dashed out the house, his backpack on his shoulder. He was late and Steve was outside already waiting for him. After a week, school was finally open. The past one week had gone by with him and Steve being around each other. When they weren't texting each other, Steve was at Liam's whiling away time. It felt different. They were both around each other comfortably with no fear. Jasmine had warned Steve to not break Liam's heart, Trevor asking Liam to do the same. Their friends were aware of their relationship and their parents were in support of it- it was just perfect. "Good morning, babe," Steve said, watching Liam opened the door and get in. "Hey, good morning," Liam smiled at him, dropping his backpack in the back seat. "I'm not too late, am i?" "You are." "Oops," Liam bit his lip, pulling
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“Date me for a month.”“What?”He leaned forward, his hair falling to his face as he moved. He looked at Liam, a smirk making its way to his face as he stared. He was obviously confused, probably even thinking it was a prank. “You heard me right. Date me for a month. That’s my condition.”“Are you-? Oh- I didn’t know you were-“ Liam replied him, making his omission of the ‘word’ too obvious. He hesitated for a while then continued. “I’m not gay.”“You don’t have to be gay.”“Oh, yeah? Then how am I supposed to accept your ridiculous condition to date you when I’m not gay like you,” Liam continued, unsure of how he wasfeeling himself.“Then be gay for me,” Steve said, as he leaned even closer. He smiled, making Liam re
"You burnt the toast, again," Jasmine groaned. "Seriously, Liam."It was a Sunday morning and both Liam and Jasmine were feeling extra hyper. Both waking up few minutes past eight and both being not exactly religious enough to go to church, they ended up in the kitchen hopelessly trying to make edible breakfast."Not really," Liam blinked his eyes. "It's not that bad. Have you ever had burnt toast with orange juice? It's the best.""It sure is," Jasmine replied him, tossing the third burnt toast into the trash can. "So much for 'finally being able to 'cook.'"Okay, no," Liam laughed. He could cook. At least, successfully enough to make his own toast. "I can cook, really. I'm just a little distracted.""Oh, honey," Jasmine turned taking a sip of her orange juice. "What's on your mind?""Nothing.""Don't.""I have school tomorrow," Liam pou
Liam stared at the unfamiliar image in the mirror that seemed to be his. It was a Monday morning and instead of a white shirt, striped trousers, red blazer and a matching red tie, he was putting on a navy blue shirt and black jeans."How's this?""You look like you're going for a job interview," Jasmine replied, from the laptop's screen earning a groan from Liam. Brian had dropped her at her place as early as 6am and got back to patiently wait for Liam to finish getting ready.He was in for a very long wait."What am I supposed to wear then?" Liam whined. "Something's always wrong with everything I pick.""You're going to school, Liam. Not a job interview or a seminar or a freaking burial.""Then what I supposed to wear? A tank top and beach shorts?""Honestly, I wouldn't disapprove," Jasmine flashed him a smile. "First impressions
He got home few minutes past seven after going straight to the hospital after school. His mum was being extra inquisitive about how his first day at school went and even after her told him several times that it was fine, she kept on asking. He groaned as his alarm clock rang again. It was 7:00am already and he wasn’t ready. He skipped just two weeks of school but it felt like two months. There were notes to be made, assignments and most importantly books to be read. He stepped out of the bathroom, hair soaking wet by 7:15am. He already had his natural outfit of the day laid down on his bed. A blue t-shirt and light colored jeans. Hair blow dried and brushed, he grabbed his backpack and fled downstairs. “Did you have breakfast?” was the first thing Brian said to him as he got into the car. “Yes,” he lied. “Oh,” he eyed him suspiciously. “Well, here then.” Liam slowly colle
Nick either had no friends or just really wanted to be friends with Liam.On seeing Liam that Wednesday morning, he asked about his hip and immediately handed him a large bowl of sliced fruits saying vitamins help the bones get stronger.Technically, that was wrong. Liam vividly remembered his elementary school classes on how Calcium were responsible for strong bones and he doubted, strongly, fruits containing that much calcium.Instead of attacking him with the above lecture, he smiled, collected it and said “thanks.” He was thankful though more surprised.Like Nick could hear his thoughts, he quickly added, “It’s no biggie. I told my mum a friend hurt his hip and she just handed me the bowl of fruits to give you so you can feel better.”That made sense. Mothers were like that. His was a huge example. He remembered when he was still 13 and Jasmine was grounded at
“Are you okay, son?” Dr. Oliver Reeds stepped into his huge office to meet his son in an unusual position. He was seated on the couch, head low with his left hand covering half of his face. “Steve?” “Yeah, I’m okay,” he finally unveiled his face, revealing a distressed look. “Did you cry?” his dad asked, immediately bending to look at his face to uncover tear stained cheeks. “My God, you cried. What in the world happened to you?” “Nothing.” “Cut it out, Steve,” his dad sat next to him. “I’m busy and I don’t have to beat around the bush. So tell me, what happened?” “I made that person cry.” “That person?” he asked. “The person that keeps on being cold to you even though you really want to be friends with them?” Steve nodded in reply. “How?” he interrogated. “Did you meet her? Where did you two meet?” “Here