I hope Tammy will be alright. What happened is serious and would shake your world. I'm rooting for her and hope her parent's will hang around more now. Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate your support. xoxo
Liam We hung with the girls for a couple of hours but honestly shopping isn’t for me, not unless it I need something. I know that sounds kind of weird especially considering I can buy myself anything I want, anytime I want but truly I don’t care much for shopping. The girls have had a nice time going in and out of all the designer shops and Tate has bought herself some nice outfits. I love it when she looks to me for approval, even though Lilly and Tammy are with us. Denver looked bored all the time, he is itching to get to the game that starts in two hours. The girls have decided they’re coming with us. When Tate came out of one of the changing rooms with the skimpiest red halter neck dress on I’ve ever seen, I almost had a heart attack. “Where do you think you’re going to wear that?” I said without even thinking. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She retorted with her hands on her hips. I’ve never seen her wear something so revealing, it made me twinge and seriously that’s not fuck
Tate Jee-zus, Liam has been acting so weird ever since we went shopping. I bought the red dress by the way, it’s not his decision what damn clothes I’m going to wear. I want to look good next week when I go out with Tammy and Lilly. It’s a massive diversion to what I usually wear but fuck it, I want to live dangerously for once in my life. It’s not like anything will ever happen between Liam and I. No matter how much I’m craving him to like me for being a girl and not his bestie – it’s never going to happen. This crushes me a bit as I look at him from the corner of my eye. His gaze is on the playing field, Our team is winning and every time they score, Denver and Liam yell and holler. I swear my eardrums are going to pop but it’s good to see them having some fun. Lilly and Tammy are chatting away about the party next week and their outfits. I’ve been so busy day dreaming about Liam that I haven’t interacted with them for a while. Too busy dreaming about his hands on my body, strokin
Tate“You’re going to be so hot girl.” Tammy says as she takes a drink of her rum and coke. I wish she wouldn’t drink in the day. I know Liam and Denver are but that’s only a couple of beers. With Tammy you never know if she’s just going to carry on drinking somewhere, maybe end up in a dive bar. I feel responsible for her in so many ways, as does Lilly.“That’s the idea.” I say keeping an eye on Liam as I speak. He is trying to pretend he isn’t listening but he is. And also I am questioning how this happened. How did I go from being the girl that hung out with Liam climbing trees, playing knock on the door and run when we were five and six? The girl who held him as he cried when he lost his pet dog, Boo-Boo when he was eight and the girl who used to play on the swings in the playground with him, to this girl-woman who wants to feel him inside her? There is no guidebook on growing up, there is no guidebook on this kind of emotion, I wish there fucking was. I wish there was someone I c
Liam I don’t get why Tate has been funny with me, she’s decided not to message me back after she was so damn flippant at the end of the ball game. Jeez, she really needs to chill out. So what if I’m not going over to watch a movie tonight, only I have needs and the leggy brunette, by the way whose name is Elkie was just there. You know what I mean? It’s not as if Tate and I don’t watch enough movies together or hang out an awful lot. We’re practically glued to each other but damn, I have to get her out of my head. She’s filling up my entire brain space, I can’t think of anything else. The distraction with Elkie is what I need. I reckon that will sort me out. My hormones must be raging and getting laid will definitely sort me out. I hope. Because I sure can’t keep going on thinking like this about Tate. I had to do everything in my power not to think of her during the ball game and it was seriously hard work to keep my eyes off her, and those legs of hers encased in her ultra-tight j
Tate “You think Tammy will be alright? I mean she seemed so herself at the ball game?” Lilly asks me as I lay on my bed with my knees bent and lean against my scatter pillows. My favourite is a cream heart one with the words LOVE embroidered on it. Liam gifted me it to me when I was fifteen and we were in New England with our folks on a holiday. It was the perfect time. The water, sailing, eating ice creams and not having a care in the world other than making sure we kept getting our grades. It was a summer of summers. Beautiful weather, our folks made barbeques in the yard of the rental house, a blue one with white window frames. Honestly, it was like a doll’s house it was so pretty. “I have no idea to be honest, Lilly.” I turn my head to the right so I can look at her as I talk. Lilly is frowning like she’s deep in thought. Her head rests on the footboard of my bed. We’re laying toe-to-toe, her hands are in her lap her thumbs going round in circles. Lilly does this when she’s worri
LiamI’m in a shitty mood, I didn’t expect for Tate to be such a bitch when we were at the ball game. I have no idea what has got into her lately but she’s just acting weird around me. We need to talk, there’s clearly something going on with her.Fuck, there’s something going on with me too, especially the way I’m thinking about her constantly. Elkie is waiting for me to pick her up. I organized for us to go to Dannie’s Diner then onto the Maple Bar for some drinks and watch the live band. To be honest I just want to get laid. This is the worst part having to take the girl out, schmooze with her, watch her fawn all over me and all just to get it on. That’s why I kind of like Debs, she didn’t want much she was straight up. No strings attached, but Elkie is a different girl.Turns out she is one of the cheerleaders, funny I never really paid much attention to them. They all come across as bunnies, all talk about nails, hair and that kind of shit. Unlike Tate, who would rather talk about
Tate I laid awake most of the evening and now I feel like total shit. The thought of Liam being with that girl made me feel literally sick to my stomach. I tossed and turned, read the same page of my book at least three times and in the end just put it away. What was the point? Sometimes, I wonder if I should just come out and tell him and get it over and done with. Maybe he likes me the same way and he’s too scared to say anything. Neither one of us would want to risk our friendship. Only I know the way he sleeps around and dates lots of different girls, that Liam just doesn’t see me like this. It’s nine and he’s coming over in an hour, I should at least haul my sorry ass out of bed and see if Nina has made breakfast. My stomach is making weird noises clearly telling me it wants to be fed. Only, I still feel nauseous knowing that Liam would have been with that leggy girl from the game, the way she was fawning all over him, made me want to slap her. It’s not like I’m not used to se
Tate I am flustered as you can well imagine. Does he have any idea what he is doing to me? Probably not, his eyes are now closed. I’m desperate to ask him about last night. It’s sick right? I want to know about that girl and at the same time I don’t want to hear about it. Is this what it’s like for girls when their boyfriend has cheated on them? They want to know all about the other girl. “So what do you want to do today?” I ask Liam as I gather up a pair of black jeans and a grey Rolling Stones tee, my favorite. I need to brush my teeth and fix my hair. I look an absolute mess. Why it’s bothering me today is beyond me, it’s not like Liam hasn’t seen me with bedhead ever before. Only now for the most bizarre reason it matters. Shit. I hope I’m not trying in any way to make him notice me as anything other than my bestie. He opens his eyes languidly, they look straight at me. Our gaze locks for a few seconds, it’s intense I have to look away. The bathroom, that’s where I need to go.