“What’s up with her?” Liam murmured low by the doorway.

“I can hear you!” I sang back sarcastically, agitated at everyone and anything as I let myself drop heavily on mum’s new white leather lounge.

“She’s still in Hulk mode so it’s definitely not time for deep and meaningful, so you’re up buddy!” Erin declared brightly with relief as she pat her brother on the shoulder before walking out.

“Hey!” Liam cried out in protest “Where are you going?”

“To Eli’s!”

I snorted “They’ve got to be shagging each other by now.” I muttered sinking lower on the couch as I folded my arms wanting to sulk and smash things, it being exactly why my first phase when something goes up shit creek – this phase – was called Hulk mode.

“Shagging?” Liam asked bemused “What are you? A Brit?” he asked as he jumped over the back of the lounge and falling beside me an ‘off’.

I narrowed my eyes as I still glared down the TV screen “No,” I sulked “I’ve just been watching the British Comedy Channel.” I mumbled childishly.

“Without me?” Liam cried incredulously, gasping in mock hurt.

“My dad had another kid again.” I muttered as if he has said nothing, I couldn’t hold it in any moment and I was about ready to explode from keeping it in.

“Oh.” Liam murmured, his smile gone.

I sighed “It shouldn’t surprise me.” I muttered “I mean it’s what? Their third kid?” I asked bitterly as I curled my legs up from beneath me.

“Would you want to meet them?” Liam asked gently, curious still.

I snorted “No, I already hate them.” Because they are loved and remembered I added on silently to myself.

“Well you’ve come out on top!” Liam declared brightly.

I shot him a bunched up expression “How am I out of all of this coming out on top?” I asked incredulously.

“Well it’s like Cinderella right?” I shot him a pointed look “Erin was watching some adult version of it on TV.” He argued you back defensively making my lips twitch “I mean the stepsisters or whatever, bitchy step mom and all that crap.” He explained yammering away “Anyways, you’ve already gotten past and avoided all their drama and bullying and” he stressed with a wide cheeky smile “you’ve already found your prince.”

My eyes narrowed as I pegged a pillow at his head, he ducked before rolling backwards off the lounge and hitting the ground. I gasped, suppressing laughter as I leant over the edge at him splattered upon the ground and glaring up at me, ready to attack.

I held up my hands innocently “Kick your ass in Wii tennis?” I held up the remote.

Liam’s eyes lit up “My Princess,” he cried dramatically “you simply just get me!” he cried making me giggle as I hoisted him up off the floor and though  he didn’t know it, letting him win.

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“I never should have done this!” I cried, my voice breaking as I walked up the street, my legs trying to carry me as far as they possibly could.

“Never should have done what?” he cried behind me, trying to keep up.

“This, us, lunch!” I cried not even capable of making full sentences, all I knew was that I needed to simply just get away, get away from him.

“Jelly bea-“

“No!” I cried, my voice forcing all ferociousness and built up anger into it, my voice roaring as I spun around to face him “Don’t jelly bean me!” I cried.

I watched as my father stumbled back, his eyes growing wide with a flicker before it vanished and that briefest movement bought a spark of satisfaction. This entire time I had sat down with him in that small café over coffee and he had sat there and I had wanted something. I wanted some sort of emotion, maybe it was anger, regret, tears but just some emotion that would make up for all the tears I had shed.

“My name is Melissa, Melissa!” I insinuated as with each syllable I punched the air “Okay and maybe you may have forgotten that, I mean you have been away for over, what? Ten years maybe?” I asked, sarcasm dripping through my voice.

“Look, I know I-“

“You know do you?” I cried, my eyes mocking him with fake amazement “Oh, that’s funny, I mean if you knew I would have expected something like a phone call, an email, hey maybe even a visit. Ten years earlier!” I cried throwing my hands up in the air, my voice breaking before turning around and making my way back up the street, my house only two houses away and for the very first time the sight of it comforted me.

It was a heartbreaking realization, to realize that an empty house I had lived in, never having even turned all of the lights on before or even ventured into every room, a house I loathed and avoided with everything within me that I had never yet called home, was more welcoming and promising than what the appearance of my very own father ever was.

I stopped on the front step as I turned around to face him, the men that had created this festering hole within me of the beginning and forming of my attachment and trust issues. Looking at him for the first time everything in that moment didn’t vanish, it didn’t make sense but for the first time I finally understood where I stood, where we stood. “But thank you,” I began, my voice breaking as the tears I had been holding back for so long began to surface “thank you for making me finally, finally realize I’m better off without you. Praise the Lord I know right?” I laughed humoursly.

Turning around I made my way towards the door, fishing for the keys in my handbag which only took more time as I fought back the sobs caught in my throat and the tears pooled in my eyes. The rage, pain, nerves and simply the overwhelment of it all was building up making me jittery, my thoughts scattered and my hands shaking which didn’t help me find my keys but only escalated my agitation. All I wanted to do in that moment was scream and kick something, maybe even throttle something, or someone.

The man behind me that was the first person I’d willingly throttle and at the top of my list took advantage of my suddenly missing keys as I began muttering profanities under my breath. “Look honey, I know- I know I screwed up, trust me I do.” He said, trying to sound somewhat apologetic but now all wanted to do with his too little too late apology was shove it right back in his face “But you’re still my little girl and if you just let me-“

“That’s just the thing!” I cried stomping my foot as I fumed, spinning around to glare at him. His eyes only grew as he saw the tears building in my eyes and finally breaking free as they agonizingly slowly fell down my face “I’m not little anymore, I’m not going to believe your excuses and I can’t convince myself any longer that there is another good and modest reason behind your brush off – I’ve grown up.” I cried wiping the tears from underneath my eyes as my eyes desperately searched his, trying to see if there was just any remorse in those eyes at all anything that could prove the sickening truth wrong.

There wasn’t.

“You!”

My head snapped up at the growl of pure furry, red hot rage that had me stepping back out of reflects. My eyes landed on Liam who had just stepped through the front gate, his eyes narrowed in upon my sperm donor as he took a lethal step forward. I think it even scared the hell out of my sperm donor of a father as his head snapped anxiously to me before snapping back to Liam as he took a step back and to my annoyance further into our yard.

“What on earth do you want?” Liam growled, stepping in closer to him ‘till they were nearly chest to chest.

My sperm donor of a father – Anthony – composed himself, his eyes narrowing slightly as he made it clear he wasn’t going to take Liam’s rudeness as he answered “I’m here to see my daughter and young man I hope you don’t talk to your own father like that.”

Liam snorted rudely “No, I don’t.” he said honestly “You want to know why though? Because he deserves my respect and kindness. You on the other hand deserve everything you get,” Liam’s gaze flickered to his expensive suit “and a lot worse.”

“I beg your pardon boy, but I don’t know you and I certainly don’t deserve your rude judgment and this foolishness!” he growled back, stepping around Liam as he headed for the gate.

“Foolishness like abandoning your own daughter for your own sick, selfish satisfaction?” Liam called out after him, a smug expression upon his face though his eyes still blazed with furry.

Anthony’s back tensed, his wrist flicking before clenching into fists before he whirled around to face Liam “Who do you think you are kid?” he spat, his cool façade slipping away like ice on a hot summer’s day “You think you can just come barging right in here and blow up like a complete imbecile? Don’t you have any self regard?” he hissed, trying to keep his voice low in case of the neighbors.

“Do you?” Liam asked back, his eyes challenging him along with his smug smirk “What I do know is that you don’t have the right to be stepping on this property within a ten foot pole, and you need to leave her the hell alone – she doesn’t want to know you, you’re a little bit too late for that, ten years if I’m correct pal.” He said, his lips curling in a humorless smile.

“Is that so pal?” he challenged back, his eyes lighting up “Well maybe you haven’t heard, but I just spent my afternoon in a café talking to my daughter” he emphasized “over coffee.”

Liam snapped around, glancing over his shoulder at me with wide disbelieving eyes. His eyes said it all; how could you? The look was enough to make me take a step further back against the front door as I saw his disbelief and even the slightest flicker of disappointed – that hurt.

Liam whirled around and he suddenly resembled something of those maniac wrestler guys you see on TV, with the overly decked out bodies that make you cringe by how overdone they become. His chest seemed to shake under rage as his fists curled and his eyes narrowed, any moment I was waiting for the steam to shoot out his ears and his face to start turning red.

“She didn’t tell you?” Anthony asked with wide mocking eyes “I guess she hasn’t quite learnt the difference between truth or lies hey pal?” he asked, his words a slap in even my own face. How could any father say such nasty words about their child?

I went to cry something out but Liam beat me to it “You’re daughter is nothing like you, and it’s you I can thank for that.” he said taking a step closer to him “I can thank you for how you took your sleazy, lying, cheating, alcoholic, no good for nothing presence out of her life before she turned up just like you.” Liam murmured low and threateningly, with each of those three final words Anthony was rewarded with a hard jab in the chest by none other than Liam.

His eyes narrowed as he whacked away Liam’s hand, but Liam pulled away before he could, too quick for him. “What are you going to do kid? Call the cops on me? She’s my daughter!” he argued, a smug smirk covering his lips that instantly had my stomach lurching.

“Don’t you remember dumb ass? You gave full custody over to Mel’s mum in a blink of an eye; you have no right to be even in the same town as her.” Liam murmured, his voice low as the last ounce of control fled "You old man don't even deserve to be breathing on the same planet as your daughter!" Liam roared, his hand shooting out as he pushed Anthony back, him stumbling as he reached the front gate.

“Liam.” I breathed in protests, if he did anything reckless or stupid I was sure the man before him would chase after him with pitchforks, or rather his lawyer would. That was the man he was, the lawyers fought and won his battles – why else did my mother became a lawyer?

“So this is what you’re going to do.” Liam breathed, his voice calmed and yet clearly obvious that he was holding onto ever thread of that fiery hot rage and he’d put it to good use where no matter what he’d come out on top. His calmed controlled voice I could admit was ten times frightening than him shouting or yelling, or even him when he turns Hulk after losing to a game, it had me pressing back into the front door, the doorknob stabbing me in the back and yet I didn't even move as I was so entranced by what was next.

“You’re going to turn and around and you’re not going to come back, you’re not needed or wanted here. Do you hear me?” Liam asked low and crystal clear with every word “Than you’re going to live every single last day of your life coming to terms with how much of a deadbeat dad you really are, and you’re going to live with that ‘till the day you die. Lastly though you’re going to live with the knowledge that my father will forever be the best father she ever had.” He replied, a smug smile tipping at his lips “Mostly though, you need to know you don't deserve to know her.” He breathed, so low I struggle to catch it.

There was a pause as Liam’s gaze searched my father’s own eyes, looking for whatever it was that he wanted to find “Are we clear?” he growled straightening as his fingers curled roughly in his expensive suit “I said are we clear?” Liam growled shaking him by the suit as if to wake him, threatening.

“Crystal.” He spat, tearing himself from Liam’s hold.

And without even giving me one final glance, he turned his back and walked away.

***

Before Liam could even look back at me I had the door opened and was storming inside, locking the door right behind me as I fought every urge within me to shriek or scream profanities to whoever it was that was listening. My mind spiralled out of control as I failed to pull myself together and understand what I was feeling.

The front door shook as Liam bashed on it “Mel open the damn door!”

“No!” I screamed back at him, stomping my foot. I wasn’t stupid; I knew I was in for an earful off Liam over the whole cafe date with my dad followed by an interrogation and some more ranting.

“I swear....” Liam trailed off fuming.

I rolled my eyes as I stuck my tongue out at the door even though Liam couldn’t see. I was so aggravated and furious right now, I just wanted five minutes so I could wrap my mind around one thing in my life. It was like instead of shooting one problem my way there were half a dozen, I couldn’t seem to catch a break and it pissed me off. I was so exhausted with it all, before I could even figure out my thoughts and feelings about one dilemma another dilemma was thrust in my face. I was exhausted, tired and just over it all, I wished someone else could just swoop in and solve all these problems for me.

Liam tried the doorknob again, reminding me exactly there was someone willing to do all the work and solve all of my problems for me – be my prince charming. Yet it wasn’t what I wanted, because to have him play as my prince charming it entailed me telling him all my problems, my thoughts and even my feelings and the thought of letting someone in like that frightened me more than facing my problems alone.

I sighed heavily as I ran my fingers through my hair in agitation. Sooner or later I knew the weight upon me was going to squash and smother me to death as it only grew heavier. My entire body was filled and pumping with all this pent up emotion and drama, I was drowning and suffocating in it as all I wanted to do was unleash the beast that wanted to scream, kick and shout in a tantrum. Usually I could simply just smother it and press it down deeper, but these days with all that was going on in my hectic life I didn't think I could anymore. I either had to find away to exhort all the suppress rage or just let it explode dangerously and surely disastrously.

I walked into the lounge room knowing just what I needed to put all this energy to use; Wii Tennis.

I ignored everything around me as I set it up and reached for the controller as our huge TV screen came to light, I shook my arms out as I chewed on my lower lip nervously. I knew deep down I should let Liam in but honestly I was hiding from him, not only from the explosion that was bound to come today over all of this but also because since that kiss on the weekend I had surely been avoiding him and the topic of that kisses meaning. How could I talk about it with him when I didn't even know what it meant? Did he think it meant we were dating because we certainly weren’t, I mean you have to ask for that to happen, right?

My mind was in a tangled mess of confusion over all of it and I honestly knew I couldn’t talk about it let alone anything could happen ‘till I sort all of this other drama out. How was I meant to go into a relationship when it wasn’t even my focus? How on earth was I even contemplating a relationship in the first place? I didn't even know what I wanted; one part of me told me to just throw aside all worries and thoughts and just dive right in. This other part of me knew that I needed to figure everything else out first – hell even Erin would say that to me. Lastly though this other part of me was simply slamming on the brakes because we simply weren’t going to do anything about it – and deep down I knew that part of me spoke the truth, I wasn’t going to let anything happen because before it could I’d be running.

“Are you out of your freaking mind?!” Liam cried, causing me to scream as I missed the tennis ball flying straight at me in the screen and ripping me from my thoughts.

“How did you get in here?!” I cried back, my heart hammering a mile a minute.

Liam snorted his eyes still wide from the anger and adrenaline of the moment to my displeasure “You have a backdoor Mel.”

I stuck my tongue out at him before slamming another hit back at my contender.

Liam’s eyes narrowed “Don't stick your tongue out at me young lady!”

I narrowed my eyes at him “What are you now? My dad?”

“No, your father was the one you stupidly spent the day with at a cafe!” he cried “What on earth were you thinking Mel? Coffee, with him?” he cried.

I took a step back, his words hitting me harder than I thought they ever would “What was I thinking?” I asked softly.

He looked at me like the question was stupid “Yes, what were you thinking!” he cried “I mean you know what he’s like; you know you can't trust him and definitely know he doesn’t love you and yet still went out with him!”

“What I was thinking was that maybe this time he was capable of loving me!” I cried back at him, my chest heaving as he stopped ranting as he blinked at me stunned “But you don't know what that feels like, do you?” I choked my voice breaking.

Liam looked at me for a moment as he stood in the middle of the room having been raging as I stood pressed up against the bookshelf. He looked stunned and most of all the look in his eyes told me he realised what he had said, his eyes softened with regret as he looked over at me crying softly as I looked over at him, my face simply shattered having heard him talk to me like that.

I looked at him no longer than a few heartbeats before I raced out of the room, getting the hell out of there as I was already breaking down. I raced into the kitchen knowing I wasn’t going to make it far, and I was right. The moment I reached the kitchen counter I was sliding down it as I fell apart, my heart bruised as I curled in upon myself. I wrapped my arms tightly around my legs as I cried into my knees, my cries growing more and more louder and broken no matter how hard I tried to keep them under wraps.

“Sweetie,” Liam breathed, his voice faint as he raced to my side, kneeling down in front of me as I continued crying curled into the counter “god, shit.” He cursed his voice distraught and drenched in guilt.

I curled myself tighter in upon myself as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me into his lap and embrace as he held me tight and close. A hand of his curled tightly in my hair as the other wrapped tightly around my body, clutching me tight in his hold letting me know he definitely wasn’t letting go. “I’m so sorry sweetie,” he murmured lowly, his voice pained as he rocked us back and forth “I’m so sorry.”

I shook my head strongly in his chest as my fingers curled tightly in his shirt, wanting with all my might to tell him it was alright, he didn't mean it and I was just overreacting and he was just the breaking point to all this suppressed emotion. I couldn’t though, I tried with everything within me but I only cried harder as something heavy sat down hard upon my chest, squeezing all the breath out of me as I struggle and gasped for breath as I continued crying brokenly.

I felt so alone with all these problems, I could tell Erin or Liam how I felt or what was going on but I don't think they’d ever fully grasp what it felt like to be me. They didn't have to come to an empty house daily where both of their parents painstakingly obviously didn't want anything to do with me. They had at least one parent there to ask them how their day was, to tell them to be careful, to look after them, to read their report card and gush about, they had someone there to simply love them. I never and I don't think anybody understood the extremes of that, the isolation of it, until they were literally in those shoes. I knew they both struggled to help and sympathise and I know they had their own life, and yet at times I knew that they didn't understand just how isolated and unloved I truly was.

All the affection you get as children builds up to how you are when you’re older; it will decide if you’re a happy person or if you isolate and close yourself up. I never got that affection when I needed it the most, my father left me and my mother pulled away when I was eight years old, how was I meant to feel happy and loved in the future? I was guaranteed a life of attachment and trust issues where I closed myself off as a protective mechanism and simply found myself detached of all possible chance of being loved.

But how do you tell someone that when you’ve never been taught or shown how to be open? How do you accept affection and not push it back when you’ve never been given or shown how to return it, and most importantly never believe it’s possible that someone simply wants you? What do you do? What do you say?

In this very moment Liam was challenging everything I knew.

“I’m here,” he cooed softly, sounding helpless as he continuously rocked us and little did he know he was already helping just by being here, by holding me “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn't think and I just....” he trailed off, sounding so pained at what he had done.

I shook my head gasping softly “I just wanted him to want me!” I choked out as I buried myself deeper into his clutches, burying my face in his shirt as my fingers curled deeper.

Liam tightened his grip around me as he sat his chin on the top of my head “Shhh, I know sweetie, I know.” He cooed gently to me.

“I’m sorry.” I choked out as I continued to cry, my throat still tight leaving me breathless as the tears kept coming just not as fast and hard. I was a person that learnt of the waste of tears and hadn’t cried in a long time, saw it simply as a weakness and this past month alone I had cried more times in Liam than I could can't I cried for an entire year, or even ten years.

Liam’s hand took hold of my face as he pulled back, forcing me to look up at him swollen red bleary eyes and all “You have nothing to be for about.” He murmured softly and yet fiercely, the truth of those words blazing in his eyes as held my own passionately.

I looked at him with soft and guilty eyes “I know you didn't mean it that way.” I whispered softly, tugging on his shirt absentmindedly “I just....there’s just been so much going and....” I trailed off looking down at my fingers tugging gently on his shirt, unable to find the words that would explain how fragile I’ve been lately without speaking the truth.

“Hey,” Liam murmured gently, his finger curling under my chin as he wiped the tears away with the pads of his thumb tenderly “you know I’m here for you.”

I gave a breathless and weak laugh “That’s what scares me.” I whispered honestly, looking him right back in the eyes.

Liam’s eyes softened even more as he gave me a weak smile in response “I can wait forever.” He murmured surely, no doubt in his voice whatsoever that he wouldn’t fall out of love with me, that I would succumb to his heart and my own.

“Can you really though?” I breathed the doubt in my voice showing. What happens if I finally did take that leap and prepared myself to hand my heart to him and I was too late? “It may take me forever to figure myself out, I’m a mess.” I whispered softly, my voice raw with pure honestly.

Liam brushed his lips upon my forehead “You’re beautiful.” He corrected me as he pulled back to look me in the eyes “And I will wait forever if that’s all it takes.”

I laughed weakly “All it takes?” I asked “You act as if forever doesn’t matter, as if it isn’t wasting your entire time.”

Liam smiled softly down at me as he brushed the hair from my face “No time spent without you is ever going to be important.”

I smiled softly, my lips trembled as I felt my heart flutter, touched to the core as I reached up for his face with shaky cold hands as I pulled him closer “You’re so crazy.” I breathed, searching his gaze to see if he really did mean all these beautiful words he was saying.

Liam’s lips quirked as he rested his forehead against my own “Crazy in love don't you mean.” He teased gently.

I rolled my eyes “You’re also really corny.” I laughed softly under my breath, my voice still croaking and husky from the tears.

Liam chuckled “Hey, it works!” he protested.

I shook my head at him, looking at him bizarrely “Since when?” I demanded.

“Since you’re now laughing and you’ve got that gorgeous smile upon your face.” he answered back smiling broadly back at me.

I blushed as I hit him weakly, mumbling incoherent words under my breath.

Liam chortled smugly “How about some tennis? I’ll let you win.”

My eyes narrowed up at him making him laugh “What do you mean let?”

***

“It’s okay gorgeous, Erin loses too.” Liam replied smiling brightly as he walked back a few spaces as I lost a set to Liam on the Wii playing tennis.

I narrowed my eyes as I glared at his little body galloping about on the TV screen “Yeah but Ez sucks.” I muttered.

Liam laughed “Can I tell her that?”

My lips quirked, him melting and softening my hard competitive self “Please don't.”

Liam chortled again just as it was my turn to serve, the miniature him having finished celebrating and showing off just like he was doing in real life. “Look,” he began “if you’re having trouble just picture the ball is Anthony’s head.”

I gave him a droll look before turning back to the screen and serving, the ball having a giant and epic spin making Liam curse and miss. My lips tipped as I served again, slamming it into his court and hitting back, the two of us rallying it out pretty extreme and serious as I took Liam’s advice; I imagined it was my father’s head I was pounding into the court.

Liam adjusted the Wii strap on his wrist as a scene of the crowd cheering during a replay came up “Do you want to talk about it?” he offered gently, it being painstakingly obvious that I was furious and still caught up over what happened outside before.

I shrugged as I flicked my wrists “He was waiting for me at the front door when I got back to school, asking to go out for coffee or to just talk.” I murmured as I kept my eyes on the TV as it came time to serve “I thought I’d get answers, an apology.” I grunted just as I hit a hardball into Liam’s court.

“Did you?” Liam asked, sounding slightly breathless as he hit back.

“No,” I snorted, as I whacked it hard back, determined to win “all he asked about was mum and her job, or more specifically her income.” I spat venomously.

“What?!” Liam cried completely forgetting the game as he turned to face me “Oh shit!” he cried as he stupidly missed my shot right in front of him.

I sighed in frustration as I ran my fingers through my hair “Apparently he wants compensation for the house he moved out of and all that sort of crap.” I muttered as I served “Like he deserves to be paid or some crap.” I spat as I smashed the ball back with a grunt “He wants money since he’s broke and his new family aren’t happy or some crap.”

“What did you say?” Liam cried as he hit the ball back, our rally going on.

I laughed bitterly “Before I even took a sip of my drink – that may I add, I paid for – I got the hell out of there once his intentions were clear, he wasn’t very subtle.”

“And he followed you home?” Liam asked incredulously as he whacked it back.

I grunted getting breathless just like Liam as we kept rallying “Yup.” I muttered bitterly “His new wife sure must like the expensive shit.” I grunted as I brushed the hair from my face.

“What a dick!” Liam breathed, breathlessly as my huge hit went out.

“I know!” I cried stomping my restless foot which startled Liam “It pisses me off so freaking much that he could just waltz right in and expect so much when he didn't even-“ I broke off with a soft scream of agitation, I just wanted to rip my shirt in two like the Hulk does and go on a rampage of smashing and destroying things. It looked like fun and a good way to get rid of all the anger I was feeling right now.

My eyes landed on mum’s glass fruit bowl on the coffee table and before I could think about it I picked it up and smashed it into the floor. Liam cried out in alarm and jumped up onto the safety of the lounge making me laugh “That felt good, really good.” I breathed with a soft smile.

Liam looked at me as if I was insane and I probably was, “What-what-“ he spluttered over his words.

I shrugged as I jumped up on the lounge beside him “Its mums.”

Liam’s smile grew “Well if that’s the case...” he trailed off before reaching for an orange rolling about on the floor and wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I squealed as I launched myself over the back of the couch and ran for the kitchen’s fridge as Liam raced after me roaring in laughter. I squealed as I dodged the orange that landed with a harsh blow into one of the top cupboards making me laugh as I ripped open the fridge and reached for the orange juice just in time.

Liam closed the fridge’s door abruptly on me “Now do-“

“If you like orange, well here!” I screamed as I threw orange juice contents all over his head.

Liam cried out, holding his arms over his head as a pathetic shield as I laughed crazily, he grabbed the container before throwing it aside and giving me a glare “You’re going to die clown!” he cried, quoting one of our favourite Adam Sandler movies; Happy Gilmore.

I squealed as I ran to the pantry grabbing all the chips, sauces and food I could grab to use against him as I listened to Liam scuffle about like an animal in the fridge loudly. I sniggered shakily under my breath, as my heart hammered hard under the adrenaline and fun of this all, my body pumping with blood as I shook with excitement.

“Ready?” Liam hollered.

“Ready!” I cried back as I wrapped my fingers quietly around the door handle of the pantry.

“3, 2, 1-“

“Charge!” I cried as I whirled myself out of the room throwing handfuls of chips at him.

Liam shielded himself as he threw and sprayed just as much back at me, the contents of the milk container falling upon me and drenching me as I squealed and danced about on my toes in our own boxing ring. We fought and danced around each other for ages, fighting, squealing, cheering and laughing loudly as we were covered head to toe in food and drenched in liquid as we continued dancing and laughing carelessly. The moment was one of the most freest and lightest moments of my life – nothing seemed to matter outside this war zone.

I popped the lid off one of the casserole sauces and added crunched up chips and other bunched up things from the cupboard in also with a cheeky smile. I stood on the other side of the counters, giving myself somewhat of a shield and protection whilst also giving me time in case Liam came chasing after me again with his own concoctions.

Liam’s eyes grew as he saw what I was doing “Oh no!” he breathed backing away and out of the room as I giggled “God no!” he cried racing away.

“Chicken!” I cried laughing crazily as I rubbed the chocolate icing sauce out of my eyes before following after him.

My eyes flickered and danced all around me as I tentatively and cautiously scoped the halls, being as silent as I possibly could so I could listen out for Liam for wherever he had run off too. I stepped quietly into the hall, my wet feet sliding on the wooden floors making me grimace at my give away as I continued to carefully venture up the hall and past the stairs. I listened out and couldn’t hear a god damn thing and I found out why at the sight of the back door wide open.

“Chicken.” I cursed softly under my breath straightening.

I squealed like crazy as foamy hands wrapped around my face covering my eyes and face as they rubbed it into my face, Liam roaring loudly in laughter “Got ya!” he cried grandly as he continued rubbing it into my hair and face the more I squealed and squirmed in his hold.

“You cheated!” I spluttered in protests as I continued wriggling in his hold.

I tried taking a step in the moment that Liam pulled me tighter into his side, our legs tripping as we hit the deck in a messy heap. I laughed and squealed some more as Liam rolled on top of me, rubbing the stuff in his hands more into my hair and face making me squeal and wiggle in protest, crying out protests and my defeat as it began to get into my eyes.

Liam chuckled as he hoisted himself up further as he laid still on top of me as I wiped at my eyes “Do you yield?” he asked.

I spluttered in defeated misery “Yes, I yield!” I cried bitterly.

Liam laughed smugly before doing a Mr. Burns “Excellent.” Off of The Simpsons.

“What even is this stuff?” I asked gathering some up on my finger and hesitantly tasting it.

“Whipped cream.” Liam chuckled as he watched my eyes brighten as I gather some more up off my own face to lick clean.

Liam reached down and ran his finger down the slope of my nose before licking it off his fingers making me protest “Hey! That’s not fair, it’s mine!” I protested.

Liam laughed breathlessly as he did it again and I couldn’t help but find it....sexy. He was eating whipped cream off of my body – even if it was my face and with his finger – and he was lying on top of me. I’m sorry, but how many girls have fantasised about something similar? True the cream could have been other places and he could have eaten it another way....

I blushed a bloody crimson at my thoughts, my body flushing dangerously hot on the verge of volcanic explosion that alarmed me. I hadn’t felt such feelings before about any guy and I hadn’t been active in that department for a long time. Before Falan taking my virginity I’d only hook up with them in the make out sense and even than when I was more open and confident and didn't have those haunting memories and scars I still didn't feel the way that Liam was making me feel in this very moment. The feelings I was having, the fantasies I was having had me trembling with a desire I’ve never felt such extremes of as I pressed my thighs tighter together as I realised I’d need a cold shower if I certainly kept this up. Yet I couldn’t stop my thoughts wandering at the thought of Liam’s large hands cupping me in places, or his lips running and suckling in other places, or even where my body could explore his own.

“I’m sorry about how today went.” Liam murmured softly, his warm breath washing over my face making me shiver out of my dangerous and erotic thoughts.

I looked up at him slightly startled and flushed before shaking my head “It doesn’t matter.” I murmured softly and yet honestly “I finally had the wakeup call I needed, I needed to stop believing and dreaming that he was a better man.” I whispered softly the truth was painful and grim and yet it was the truth, I guess now I could move on.

Liam smiled softly “Just as long as you know that not all guys are complete dickheads like him.” He said, his lips curling up faintly to lighten the mood.

I reached up off the dirty and sticky floor as I wrapped my arms up and around Liam’s neck drawing him down, his eyes growing in surprised as I curled my fingers in my hair. “I know.” I whispered as I pulled my hand out of his hair to munch on the chip I had pulled out of his hair.

The look upon Liam’s face was utterly priceless, going from shocked and startled to excited by my sudden affection to completely shocked all over again. I looked up at him as I burst into laughter all over again.

Liam’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at me as I laughed at him “Think you’re funny do you?” he murmured low as he lowered his head closer to me, my laughter catching in my throat as I looked up at him with wide, fearful and yet excited eyes.

That is until Liam ran his tongue up the side of my face collecting all the whip cream “Ew!” I cried giggling in laughter.

Liam pulled back smiling largely “I got some of the chocolate topping too!” he cried happily.

I bunched my nose up at him and Liam reached down again biting, licking and nibbling at my nose causing me to squeal and squirm in laughter beneath him as we laid in a messy heap on the hallway floor, and this time Liam broke out into a loud fit of laughter with me, together. 

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