The week had gone by slowly. I was drained by the time I walked into my house on Friday afternoon.

I was shocked when I saw my mom home from work so early. She normally worked Friday nights. I dared not to ask questions.

"Hey, Charlie. I need you to watch Owen tonight while I go out." My mom handed me the blond haired, little boy.

I almost objected, but realized it was in my best interest not to. "Okay. You look beautiful."

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes and handed me $20 for super. Before I knew it, she was out the door.

It made a loud bang as it slammed it shut, making both Owen and I jump. I walked towards my room to put my bag away.

"Hungry." Owen whined and laid his head in my shoulder.

"You just ate silly." I set him on my bed and threw my beg to the ground. I reached in my pocket for my phone.

"Hey sweetie." My obnoxious father answered.

"I can't come to dinner tonight." I was almost thankful I didn't have to see my verbally abusive and very basic step sister.

"Oh, why not?" He actually acted like he gave a damn if I showed up.

"I have to babysit Owen." I smiled and ruffled the small child's hair.

"He can come with! Meet us at The Grille at five. Bye." He hung up the phone.

"He's so annoying." I turned off my phone and tossed it on the bed. "What should we do for an hour and a half?"

Owen ended up taking a nap. He was just over one and always seemed to be tired and hungry.

I scrolled through my Instagram talking to people. It was ironic really. We were just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide isn't the answer.

My notification button lit up saying I got a new follow request. I clicked and saw his name at the top of my list. "liamiscoolx". I felt my heart beat. How did he find my secret account? I blocked him as fast as I could praying he would not ask questions.

I set my phone down and slowly backed away as if it were about to blow up. I stared at it terrified of what would happen next. I tried to calm down by reminding myself that my account is on private, and he can't see anything.

The screen turned on, and I saw a snapchat friend request from liamiscoolx over my Mayday Parade album cover. The song Jersey was playing to describe my feeling. "I'll have you know I'm scared to death."

I walked to my bed and grabbed the device.

I feared Liam had seen my snapchat in my bio for people who need to talk to me. So many emotions ran through my mind. I begged for it to be a random person, maybe in Texas, who just happened to have the name Liam.

I opened the app. I couldn't talk to him. It was weird. I lived a separate life outside of what he knew. It's like I was Miley Stewart at school, normal and kind of boring. But on the weekends I was Hannah freaking Montana living it up. I didn't want him to know that.

It was 4:30, and I decided to leave early because my dad would be angry if I was even a minute late.

I woke Owen up and combed through his hair which was sticking up in a thousand different directions. I was thankful my dad had bought me a car even if it was a 2002 Buick with 150,000 miles on it.

I continued playing Mayday Parade as I drove to the restaurant that was only ten minutes away from my small apartment. Owen was crabby, and I hoped his attitude would subside by the time we made it to The Grille.

Once I got there, I scavenged the parking lot for my father's vehicle. He had already arrived. I was on time, but I felt anxiety forming in my throat.

I walked in holding Owen. My eyes flashed up to the host, and I almost puked.

"Hey Charlie!" Liam's smile met his hazel eyes that sparkled toward me. They normally were brown, but when the light hit them they looked more hazel. I could feel myself make a disgusted face. Why did I pay enough attention to know his eye color in such depth. I sounded like Lindsey. Also, why is he everywhere?

"Hi." I gave him a quick curve from my own lips and held Owen tighter.

"Who is this?" He stepped closer to me and grabbed Owen's small hand. He began bouncing in my arms making it difficult for me to hold him.

"This is my little brother, Owen." I tried to maintain a normal voice, but instead it came out shaky and quiet.

"Are you meeting your boyfriend here or something?" Liam's attention averted away from the child and came back on me.

"No, my family." I could feel my cheeks turn red. I had never even had a boyfriend before. I often made out with guys, once a girl, at college parties, but I wasn't the type to get attached. Or maybe I wasn't the type to get attached to.

"Right, but you do have a boyfriend?" He asked me.

I shook my head no. How long would he force conversation with me? I stood on my toes and looked over his shoulder to see the tables scattered around the restaurant.

"Do you need help finding them?" Liam turned around to help search even though he had no idea what they looked like.

"No, there they are." I gave him a polite smile before beginning my journey to the table.

"Do you need a booster seat for him?" Liam yelled after me.

I turned back towards him. "Uhm sure."

He followed me to my so called family with a small blue chair in hand.

"Hey Charlie!" My dad chirped in the fakest tone I had ever heard.

"Hi dad." I nodded at him. He knew better not to hug me.

"Here ya go buddy." Liam said as he set down the booster seat. I sat Owen in it and pushed him towards the table. "It was nice seeing you Charlie. You should snap me."

"Sure." I knew he was just being kind like he always was and didn't actually want me to snap him.

He walked away and greeted new costumers who were standing at the door.

"There is no way he is in to you." Lindsey said and flipped her hair off of her shoulder. She was such a spoiled little snob. I couldn't wait until she got to college and either grew up or gets hated on for being a snobby little brat.

"I just know him from school." I replied.

"Yeah. Everyone knows him from school. I can't believe he would even admit to knowing someone as lame as you." She took a drink of her Pepsi.

"Yeah, and I'm way too smart to be related to someone as idiotic as you are, but hey I guess strange things happen." I glared at her.

"Girls. Play nice." My dad stared at his menu.

"Can I get you something to drink, dear?" An older women with short brown hair asked me.

"Just water." I attempted a smile. "And white milk for him, please."

"Of course." She quickly walked away.

Lindsey was right. Liam was way too popular to even admit to knowing me. I was surprised he talked to me today. I hadn't been expecting it. I was sure I couldn't snap him though. One, because I deleted him. And two, because he didn't actually want me to.