A/N: Changed the Cover once more because I saw a similar picture on a popular story. If you do want to make a cover for the story for fun, pm me and I will send you my email address. Thanks!

The inside of the house was even nicer than the outside.  If you thought of it, this house had it. From a miniature library, to a full-fledged workout area in the basement, to tennis courts, a Jacuzzi, and a swimming pool; the Luciano mansion had it all.

Liam had been nice enough to give me a quick, non-exaggerated tour of the house. He seemed bored the entire time, barely changing facial expressions and answering my questions with a quick response, then a grunt.

He didn't perk up till we hit the kitchen. In any other home, during noon-time, the kitchen is quite possibly empty – not in this house. Melanie Luciano was nowhere to be seen – but a staff of five or six men and women stood behind kitchen utilities, whipping up lunch which would be served at 1 p.m.

Liam had called out one name, "Sebastian".  A man with greying hair turned around, gloves covering his hands as he worked with food. Sebastian had a cheery smile and a cute little, almost non-existent dimple on his right. His wrinkle lines were well defined, showing his age. He had to be in his sixties.

A smile spread across Sebastian's face when his eyes fell upon the man that had called for him. "Liam, Liam, Liam," He laughed, clearly happy at the sighting of his friend. The two embraced each other in a gentle hug before pulling away.

"Sebastian is our butler," Liam stated. He didn't look at me when he spoke, but at his butler. Yet, he was addressing me. Weird.

"-I've been working here since Liam was. . .what. . .? Eight?"

"Nine," Liam nodded, correcting him politely.

19 years. That's the definition of loyalty.

Sebastian nodded, still eyeing Liam. "19 years exactly; but then his ass had to get up and leave 'ole Seb."  Liam simply laughed. Sebastian turned to me, beaming. "But, I'll let you in on a secret," He shot Liam a side eye look, before leaning forward and whispering not so quietly. "I didn't miss the messes he made in his room though-"

"-On the floor," Liam interjected, smirking. "The messes I made on the floor."

"-With his clothes." Sebastian helped Liam clear up the statement.

I didn't quite get the joke until after.

Men and their dirty thoughts.

I giggled.

"-My socks," Liam nodded. The two both cackled until their faces were red. "Yeah, my socks."  When they both quieted down, Sebastian had turned to me, still smiling.

"And you are?" He extended his hand as I did the same, giving in a firm, yet soft, respectful shake.

"Faith," I smiled. "I'm-" But there I caught myself. Who am I? Or, better yet, what am I to Liam?

Sebastian and I both turned, looking at Liam when his voice interjected mine. "She's a friend," He nodded. Sebastian didn't seem to question it anymore as he smiled and pulled his hand away.

"It's nice to meet one of Liam's friends," He said, "Even though I've worked here for 19 years, I've only seen two or three of his friends."

Two or three friends in 19 years?

I turned to Liam, eyebrows raised.

He had his eyes down casted towards the floor, probably wishing he could transform into the nearest crumb. The slightest tint of red kissed his face as he looked up. "I'm sure you've seen more than that, Sebastian."

"No," Sebastian seemed very confident in his response. "William is always here – he always has been. The only other person I can recall is that red head from a few years ag-"

"Don't you have a job you could be doing?" Luciano's interruption of Sebastian's words had been harsh. I couldn't help but notice the slight shock and hurt that flashed across the butler's face. His mouth fell open, and then closed as he nodded.

Liam blinked – the only facial movement I could detect from him was a natural one. Sebastian nodded politely at me, before departing.

Our tour ended quickly after that; and at 12:45 I found myself in front of the full length mirror – In, what is now – my bedroom.

The walls were covered in a white and pink flowery design. It was soft enough that you didn't get a headache or feel nauseated after a while. My bed was utterly humongous it was almost a shame. A white duvet lay delicately over the bed; three soft pillows were neatly placed at the head, including a white, fluffy, cuddling looking teddy bear.

This was definitely a guest room for a girl. 

The theme of the room, which I ended up assuming, was white, pink, and with flowers maintained the same. A white vanity was pushed off to the side near the brightest – and biggest – window. A variety of perfumes and scented lotions sat off to the side. Beside it rested a light pink dresser.   

My bathroom didn't disappoint. It held two sinks – two sinks people. The top of the counter was in a fine, white marble. The mirror fit the entire wall the sinks were on; and behind me, stood the standing shower.

A pair of sparkling glass doors sat open, revealing the shower. The drain was surrounded by white tile, the wall beside the shower a dark, oak color – that material also appeared to be tile. Fresh, white towels and wash clothes were hung up neatly just outside the shower, waiting for my use.

I would definitely like this.

Spread out on my bed were at least nine or ten bags stuffed to the brim with brand new clothes; the tag hadn't even being ripped off yet – or, if you're patient, cut off.

I had two options in front of me to wear to lunch with the Luciano's. I stopped. That sounded like it could be the name of a television show or something. Anyways...

I had a pair of faded jeans with a few designer looking holes around the thigh and a white tank top.  To my left, sat a light purple summer dress; elastic held the waist together, giving you a slight figure when wearing it.

I nodded back and forth for three or so minutes before going with the summer dress. It wasn't over kill, but if Liam and his parents were wearing suits or something – which, I wouldn't be surprised if they were – I could at least look like I tried.

The door to my bedroom burst open and Liam stood there, looking even more irritable. This wasn't good. "Oh gee, what did I do now?"

His face relaxed as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I stared at him, then at my clothes, the clock, then back at him. "Um, I kind of have to get dressed and-" I pointed between both of us, "-We aren't on that level of friendship that I can dress with you watching me."

Luciano completely jumped over my statement of concern. "I needed to talk to you before we went downstairs with my parents."

I turned around, gathering my unworthy outfit and folding it neatly. Prying the bag it belonged to open, I rested them on top; I would organize and separate my clothes later. I grabbed my dress carefully, not wanting to wrinkle it as I turned around. "That's great," I shot a fake, forced smile in his direction. "But, I kind of need to get dressed." I raised the dress in front of my face, before dropping it back down, my face becoming visible again.

Liam groaned and turned around. "Then get dressed."

No way in hell.

"You're definitely insane."

Luciano turned back, rolling his eyes. "Unless you have three ta-ta's, I've-"

My laugh came unexpectedly. It was a real, true laugh. The one that escalates from a soft giggle to a bending over, clutching your stomach type of laugh. I'd look up at Liam momentarily, only to see him chuckling too.

I'd never heard a guy call them that.

"Seriously-" I could hear the smile in Liam's voice as I gathered myself together. "Once you've seen one, you've seen them all. Now, I'm turning around, you're getting dressed, and I'll pretend I'm not looking – when I really am, Ok?"

"O-" I stopped. "Liam, seriously, don't look-"

"That was a joke, Mitchell," Liam laughed, shaking his head as he kept his back towards me. I shrugged, realizing he wasn't going to go anywhere as I peeled off my shirt.

"So what did you need to tell me?"

I kept my eyes on Liam as I got dressed. I wasn't risking it.

I could see Liam running a hand through his hair. "My parents don't exactly know who you are."  I pulled the dress over my head before slipping my pants off.

"They don't?"

"They never met you. My. . .father was always busy with work. Mel-er, Mom, was well. . .who the hell knows. Probably somewhere spending Michael's money. They knew Ellie had a sister, they just don't know that it's you."

I nodded as I pulled my hair out the back of the dress as sighed. "Done." Liam whirled around and nodded.

"I don't plan on telling them either." I could feel Liam's eyes cascading up and down my outfit; he didn't utter a word about it, nor did his expression changed. He simply nodded, approving.

I nodded. I wasn't going to argue with him – I was trying to keep peace, not send it flying out the window. "So, we eat now?" Liam shook his head 'yeah'.

"Yeah, we eat now."

~ ~ ~

Dinner at my house was never awkward. My father – whom, I've learned isn't my father – would always initiate conversation. We talked about my school day, life, and if desperate enough, politics.

It wasn't like that here.

We sat at a fairly large dining room table. Liam had told me that they had two dining rooms – one for when guests come around – and one for when it's just them. We appeared to be sitting in the smaller one as I looked around.

Michael Luciano sat at the head of the table, a five course meal steaming on his plate. Melanie sat at the opposite end with Liam in between them on one side, me on the other. The seat on my left was empty, including the seat on Liam's right.

For just a few minutes, I stared at my plate, gaping. It had been a while since I had eaten a home cooked meal. The mashed potatoes looked absolutely gorgeous with gravy draped on top of them. The bread rolls were dripping with butter and the broccoli had been steamed, but covered in a spicy looking sauce.

I could practically hear heaven's gates opening and the hallelujah chorus being sung.

Mrs. Luciano broke the immense silence. "So, Faith, Dear, how long have you and Liam known each other?"

I looked up from my plate, smiling. I had prepared myself to answer, but when I got to it, I didn't know what I was going to say.

Liam saved me.

"Faith's really shy, Mom, sorry," He raised his head from his plate of food, eyeing me as he spoke. "We've known each other for a few years now." Melanie nodded.

"Well, I'm glad I'm able to meet you."

"-You met her a few years ago?" Michael Luciano cut the conversation off, speaking solely to his son. Liam tore his gaze away from me, now having a stare-down with his father.

"Yes, I did." He lied so smoothly it literally scared me. His voice didn't shake as he uttered the lie, making it even more believable.

"Why is this the first time we are meeting her then?" His father truthfully sounded suspicious. Of what, who knows.

Liam laughed amused. "I meet woman every day and I don't bring them home," Luciano returned his attention to his cooling food. "I don't want to scare them away." Michael's jaw clenched as he stabbed his broccoli with force and shoved it in his mouth, his eyes still boring holes in Liam's temple. I couldn't tell if Liam still realized he was being stared at, but he didn't' say another word.

Melanie looked tense when I turned to look at her. The clearly strained relationship between her husband and her son must have some type of effect on her.

I cleared my throat as the room grew silent. "So, Mel-" but, yet again, I was cut off. But not by Liam's father or his mother; but from a high-pitched screaming noise that I assumed, could only belong to a little girl.

My assumption was correct.

"Daddy!" The person behind the high pitched scream held the word at an incredible length – and it wasn't until the girl came skidding into the dining room before throwing her arms around Liam's neck and nearly killing him that I was finally able to lay eyes on her.

Wait; Daddy?

The little girl couldn't be any older than eight. She had an olive colored complexion, much like Liam's. Her hair was jet black and fell just to her shoulders. She pushed her bangs out of face as Liam scooted away from the table and lifted her onto his lap.  He gave her a kiss on her cheek, still smiling.

"I missed you, Rosie."

"I missed you to!" She squealed.

"But," Liam warned, "What did I tell you about calling me 'Daddy'?" Rosie seemed crestfallen as she stared at her hands.

"You told me not to."

Luciano turned his lips towards her ear, but spoke loud enough that we all could hear. "And why is that?"

Rosie seemed to struggle with her response and finally looked up, craning her neck just enough to get a glimpse of Liam. "Because you said it's 'innapropriate'."

"Exactly," He gave her another kiss on the cheek before lowering her back to the ground. The little girl didn't seem impressed as she crossed her arms, still staring at Luciano.

"That's not fair," She whined, "All those other girls call you 'Daddy', why can't I."

That wasn't the best time to put cranberry juice in my mouth. I quickly reached for my napkin, pressing it to my mouth as a laugh came up from my throat.

Oh my god.

Melanie and Michael didn't seem to notice – or quite frankly care – about the little girl's statement as Liam brushed it off. Rosie turned, facing the rest of the table.

"Hi, Momma..." She waved at Melanie, and then turned to Michael. "Um, Hi, Mr. Luciano."

I frowned. Was this Liam's step-sister?

Rosie then turned and faced me. For a long, agonizing minute she squinted her eyes, analyzing my face to the sharpest detail. 

My face flushed as I looked downwards; being stared at is definitely one of the worst things.

"You're pretty," She finally said. "Are you Liam's girlfriend?"

"Uh, no –''

"Oh, then who are you?"

"I'm his friend," I smiled, "My name's Faith."

"Rosie," She nodded. The little girl waved, smiled at Liam, then bounded out the room, much slower than she had come.

Silence welcomed us all once again. "So," I looked up at Liam, "How are you two related?"

"She's Mel's daughter."

Ahhhhh...

"I didn't think you had any siblings," I stated. I couldn't recall whether Mary had informed me about that.  Liam shrugged and dipped his head, his eyes resting on his plate.

The dinner table remained quiet, Rosie's energetic atmosphere gone.

~ ~ ~

The rest of the day flew by. I mostly spent it with Melanie, Liam having run off with Rosie somewhere. Mrs. Luciano was quite opposite of her husband; she seemed more open and energetic, happy even.

We talked about everything under the sun, all except Liam.

Michael Luciano on the other hand lived in that office of his. I hadn't seen him since lunch, and I honestly didn't mind. I felt safer around Liam then him; and that was saying a lot.

Dinner came and rolled by; but it wasn't an extravagant display of food like it had been at lunch time. Sebastian came up to my room, where I lay on the bed, and handed me a club sandwich, smiling widely. He also offered me a bottle of water, which I took gratefully, and he left.

That was around 6:30.

Two hours, thirty minutes, and a marathon of shows later; I found myself bored.

So that's when I went to go find Liam; because if I'm being honest, nothing is ever boring around him.

I stuck my head out my bedroom door, eyeing the hallway. Mr. and Mrs. Luciano's bedroom door was shut closed. The only two doors I saw open was Rosie's – which I had peeked into earlier – and Liam's.

A soft, mumbling came from the little girl's room as I tiptoed up to it and peeked my head around the corner.

The lamp on her nightstand sent a soft, comfortable glow around the room, stretching to as far as the dark hallway. The light was bright enough that I could see Rosie, laying comfortably in her bed. She had – at least – six or seven stuffed animals around her head, her hands clutching her bedsheets.

Liam was kneeling beside her bed, his hands propping his head up on her mattress. Rosie seemed to giggle at something Liam said, before gently pushing his head to the side. I watched a genuine smile cross Liam's face as he mumbled a few words to her, both of them cracking up in a soft kind of laughter.

The scene playing out in front of me warmed my heart; but I made sure to listen much harder than I was as Rosie spoke up.

"Liam, are you happy?"

Luciano seemed taken back by the seriousness of the question. "Of course I'm happy, Rose, why wouldn't I be?" She shrugged.

"You sure? Because last time you were here, you told me you were happy but I saw you crying in your room."

Liam shot her a pained smile. "I have you, so I'm happy, okay?" I watched him lean over and press his lips to her forehead, before pulling away and standing up.  Rosie reached for Liam's hand, grasping at it as he stopped and turned back to her.

"Does that red hair lady love you?"

Liam's eyebrows connected as he dropped to his knee, shaking his head. "No, she doesn't. Why?"

Rosie rolled over on her side, so that she could face Liam as she spoke. "I remember, last time you came to visit, you said the girl you loved died. So now, you need to find someone else to love you."

"I have you, though," Liam smiled softly, brushing her bangs away from her face. Rosie yawned, her eyes slowly shutting. She let out a huge yawn, which only made me giggle at how cute she looked. "You need to sleep, baby girl."

"I don't count," She whispered, resting her head on her pink laced pillow. "Besides, she has to love you."

Liam matched her quiet tone, resting his head on her mattress and staring her in the eyes. "And why is that?"

"Because-" Rosie yawned again, "She's pretty and you're pretty – so you have to love each other."

Liam laughed, "Rosie, I don't think that's how love works." She let out a content sigh as her eyes drifted closed.

I was just about to make a beeline back for my bedroom door when I saw Luciano flinch towards my direction by the door, but Rosie's eyes shot open.

"Wait! Where are you going? We didn't listen to my favorite songs yet. You always sing them to me."

Liam Luciano SINGS?!

Liam sighed, pulling out his phone and tapping a few buttons. I saw him run a hand through his hair messily as he rested his iPhone on the dock just behind him. "What song do you want this time?"

"Ummmmm...I like that Hero song by Curry."

Liam frowned, then smiled, laughing quietly to himself as he hit play. "It's Carey, sweetheart. Mariah Carey." I giggled once more as the song began to play.

Exactly four minutes and 19 seconds later, Liam shoved his IPhone back in the pocket of his pants and pulled the cover closer to Rosie's still body. Nothing came from his throat, but his lips mocked three words that looked like, 'I love you', before gently pressing another kiss to her forehead, and flipped off her light.

I scrambled away from the door and took a sharp right two doors down, before nearly tripping. I didn't have time to close my door as Liam's footsteps neared. I jumped over the bed, nearly sinking into the mattress and rested my head down on the pillow. My cranium was ringing at the force I had thrown my head down, but I closed my eyes, and tried to steady my breathing.

No way had I planned to be caught eavesdropping on Liam again.

My bedroom door creaked open and I felt him standing at the entrance of my bedroom. "You up?" His voice was soft, but just strong enough to be projected throughout the entire room.

I raised my head and nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"I'm going on a walk; you want to come?"

Oh my, was he inviting me somewhere?

I rolled out the bed and nodded. "Sure."  I paused when my feet hit the floor. "Wait, is this a trick?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out." He shrugged before flipping on the light's overhead, his eyes lowering to what I had on; jeans.  His lips tugged at a smile as he raised his eyebrows. "When did jeans become sleepwear?" My face flushed as I laughed nervously.

"Pssssh, it's the new style."

Liam nodded, but didn't believe it. "Next time you eavesdrop, don't giggle. It kind of gives it away."

Well shit.

I slipped on a pair of Nike work out shoes before following Liam out the door. He had changed into something more comfortable since the last time I saw him.

He wore a pair of black joggers and a white, muscle shirt. This was the first time I had seen his ears pierced, a pair of diamonds resting in them. I'd bet anything that they were real. On his feet sat a pair of white sliders, and he walked mainly with his hands in his pockets.

The walk down the driveway was a haul in itself. We eventually reached the gate – and with the security guard off duty – Liam slid a card and we stood back in silence, watching as the gates opened.

I had begun to walk on the sidewalk, whereas Liam was practically in the middle of the street. I voiced my concern about getting hit by a drunk driver or something serious, and Liam just laughed.

"Just because we're outside of the gate doesn't mean we're outside of the neighborhood," He had said, "Nobody that doesn't live in this neighborhood is here."

"What if someone is coming like...for a party or something?"

"The guards don't let anyone in after dark," Liam stated.

I nodded and accompanied him on the street. We walked in silence for the first ten to fifteen minutes before Liam broke the silence; uttering two words I never thought I would ever hear.

"I'm sorry."

When I looked up at him, he was staring straight ahead, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. My mouth fell open, closed, then open again; I was dumbfounded. Minutes rolled by without a response from me, so Liam continued.

"I'm sorry for hitting you, hurting you, emotionally and physically abusing you." He finished. I didn't know what to say, because honestly, it wasn't okay. I nodded before turning and looking at him again.

"Apology noted; acceptance is pending."

I saw Liam crack a smile and shake his head. The only light we had was the natural light of the moon, and the occasional street light we passed. "I think that makes me feel a little better," He said.

A soft sigh slipped past my lips as I looked up at the moon. "Why are there two different Liam's?"

Liam just laughed, but he didn't answer my question.

"-And you do that all the time," I said, "You always avoid questions. It's like you think you're too good for them."

Luciano stopped walking on the spot, leaving me to follow suit. For the first time since we had stepped outside in the dark, he turned and looked at me. "You're nothing like your sister. She would never question me." He went to turn, but I spoke up.

"You're right; I hope I'm not like her," I said, "My name's Faith, not Ellie." Liam made a contorted face of pain for a millisecond at the sound of her name.

He continued walking. "You want to know something about me?" I nodded as Liam continued, "My biggest fear, is getting hurt." I frowned. "So I do what anyone else would do; I build up walls and I conceal myself in them, and I stay safe."

"But what kind of life is that?"

"A life without hurt," He muttered.

"No, that's a life in isolation," I shook my head as we stopped walking again and faced each other. "Life. . .you're going to get hurt in life, Liam. That's inevitable."

Luciano threw his head back as he let out a frustrated sigh. "If this is all life is, then I don't want to live it, Faith." And when Liam looked me in the eye, my stomach dropped. For the first time, I could actually see the pain and hurt in Liam's grey eyes.

"I'm sure El-she, would want you to be happy. She would want you to move on."

"Don't you think I've tried," Liam laughed coldly, shaking his head as we began our walking. "I've sat in so many bars, sitting at the counter when a beautiful woman would walk by; and it would take me at least ten minutes to build up enough courage to approach her-"

"Courage?" Liam looked down at me when I cut him off. "I mean, not to blow your ego up even more, but if I looked like you – and I was a dude – I would walk up to all the ladies and ask for their numbers."

Liam smiled at me as he turned and paid attention to the road in front of us. "-I would eventually approach her," He sighed, "But when I went to say 'Hey Gorgeous', I'd slip up somewhere with Ellie's name and well," Liam shrugged, "No number for me."

"How did you know you were in love with her? Ellie, I mean..."

Luciano shot me a look out the corner of my eye. I thought he would crawl back in his shell and shrug, but he didn't. He answered my question. "When I started waking up and going to sleep at the thought of her... She invaded my thoughts and she made me feel like nobody ever had. I started making decisions based on her and how she might feel depending on my answer." Liam paused before speaking again. "Have you ever been in love?"

I nodded, kicking a stone that had fallen in my path. "I'm currently in love with food," I smiled, looking up at him, "We have a love-hate relationship." Liam let out a breath of air that sounded much like a laugh.

"How do you have a love-hate relationship with food?"

"I mean, have you ever just sat there and stared at ice-cream? It's one of the prettiest sights on the planet, but then, when I step on the scale – well, then I realize just how much I hate it."

We walked quietly for a few more minutes, but it wasn't until I looked up that I realized Liam was still staring at me, smiling.

He spoke up. "Ellie was more serious. We laughed sometimes, but now that I look back on it, you were fun too. I always had to babysit you." I stopped walking.

"You babysat me? " I stabbed an accusing finger at my chest in shock. Liam nodded, smiling slightly.

"Don't worry, you never almost died or anything. At least-" Liam rubbed the back of his neck, "At least that I can remember."

Luciano stopped and turned around as he realized just how far from the house we had gone. He mentioned the fact that we should head back, and I agreed.

"Are you bipolar?" The question came out utterly random, but I was severely curious. If he was, that would explain almost everything.

Liam shook his head no. "But I do have severe anger issues." That, too, explained a lot of things. "I had to take go into anger management."

"Did it help?"

Liam shrugged, "Considering I lunged for the psychiatrist on the first meeting, no."

My eyes went wide.

"-But I don't remember any of it," Luciano sighed as he looked at me. "It happens all the time; I get so mad, that I, in turn, black-out per say. And when I 'wake up', I see the damage I had done."

"So, you're kind of like the hulk?"

"Yes, except I don't turn green." 

Hm, interesting.

"So, those times you hit me-"

Liam shook his head. "I don't really remember. The one I do remember however is when you spit on me; I definitely remember that."

"Trust," I raised a hand to my head, "I remember to."

Liam swiped his card again as we made our way up the hill, leading towards the entrance of his house.  Our conversation had lulled, then faded between us as Liam pushed himself through the door, leaving me to close it.

He slipped off his sliders at the bottom of the steps and headed up the steps without another word.

It took me a second longer as I had to unlace my shoes before taking them off and placing them properly beside Liam's. In my own house, I wouldn't even have bothered and simply thrown them in the shoe closet without a second glance. But I couldn't do that in another person's house.

Liam greeted me as I hit the top of the stairs. He was leaning against one of my two bedroom doors. The other was cracked open just enough that I could see my lights on. He had his arms folded, a relaxed expression on his face.

"Miss me already?" I teased playfully and grabbed the doorknob, readying myself to turn. But as I did so, I looked up and too my left, only to see Liam looking down on me, his face much too close for my comfort.

It was like a cloud of cinnamon spice followed this man around everywhere as I inhaled. It was just enough to make your head turn, but not enough to choke you.

I felt my heart speed up as I got a close up of his face. He might not have the best personality out there, but I had to give credit where credit was due; God took his time on this one.

Wow, he has nice li—

Liam's lips parted – and like the first time we met – his tongue ran along his upper set of teeth. He pulled his lips into his mouth, moistening them before he spoke. His voice was low and deep. "To answer your questions from earlier; black, Ted, and Italian."

I didn't understand it at first; and it took me a moment to realize he was answering the three questions I had asked him during out twenty questions game.

Luciano had already pushed himself away from the door, when I replied. I understood that Ted was his favorite movie; the movie itself was absolutely hysterical. The Italian food didn't surprise me the least bit obviously; but the color black? That one had me.

"Why black?" I called out after him.

His answer threw me off. I had asked the cliché, 'what's your favorite color?' question a million times. Many people liked yellow because they like dandelions. Some liked the color red just because it 'looked cool', and others like a variety of shades of blue because the 'sky is beautiful'. But never had I heard an answer like Liam's.

"I've been told it's the color of my soul."

~ ~ ~

{ Edited A/N: I went through some comments of people being confused about Rosalie so here's a little clarification. I'm not sure when I state it, but Liam is her step-brother. She see's him as both a brother and father-figure and she'll continue to considering her biological father isn't in the photo and she hates Michael }