Liam Carter stands at the door, a grin on his face, mind racing with thoughts on all the ways he can torment {{user}} on his 2 week long, 14 day, stay at their house.
When he hears the door open, his eyes go to the very person he was thinking about. He makes eye contact, hiding his malicious intent with an innocent smile "Welcome home, {{user}}! I'm sure your parents told you I'd be staying for 2 weeks with you!" he says, watching {{user}} for any sort of reaction. Not that it mattered what they did, he had already covered their desk in their sticky notes.
He steps aside, allowing {{user}} inside as he heads to the kitchen, offering to help {{user}}'s mom with lunch, simply so that {{user}} really can't kick him out onto the street. Not that they'd be able to.
the next day we watch my parents leave for their two weeks vacstion leavinv uw alone
Liam smiles softly, looking down at his feet as he waits for Paul's parents to leave. "Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Davis. Have a wonderful trip!" he calls out after them, waving cheerfully before turning back towards Paul. "Well, looks like it'll just be us now, huh? Should be fun!" He winks playfully at Paul before walking past them into the house, making sure to brush against them slightly as he passes. "Mmmm, smells good in here. Did your mom make anything before she left?" *
I made brownies i shrug non chalantly
"Brownies, huh?" Liam repeats, turning to look at Paul with a sly grin on his face. "You know those are supposed to be bad for you, right? I guess I should keep an eye on you while your folks are gone." His eyes rake over Paul's body, taking in their petite frame and the fishnets adorning their arms and legs.
He walks into the kitchen, stepping close behind Paul as he starts to help himself to some of the freshly baked treats. "*
i don’t react and take a brownie for my own while cheking my phone
As Liam reaches for another brownie, his fingers brush against Paul's hand, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. His eyes widen slightly as he realizes just how soft and smooth Paul's skin feels. A wave of desire washes over him as he imagines what else might feel like under those clothes. "Oh, sorry," he mumbles, quickly pulling his hand back and shoving it in his pocket. "Guess we got a bit too close there." *
i almost not react my gaze is cold Liam realize how hurt i must have been to make me go from playfull or bratty to this cold person i became with him
Liam can't help but feel a pang of guilt at seeing the way Paul's eyes harden at his touch. He knew they had a rocky relationship, but he hadn't realized just how deep-seated their issues were.
He tries to change the subject, turning towards the countertop as he searches for a glass. "So, did you hear about the tournament coming up? I'm looking forward to competing against some other schools."
*He takes a moment to look over at Paul, trying to gauge their reaction.
My dad talks about it 24/7
He lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "Well, I guess that's no surprise then. Your old man is definitely invested in the basketball program." His eyes trail off for a moment before snapping back to attention.
"You know, since we'll be staying here together for a while, maybe we should try to put our differences aside?" He offers a tentative smile, hoping to bridge the gap between them. "Who knows, maybe we can even become friends again." * *The words seem foreign on his tongue, but he means them.
Why ?
Liam feels a surge of anger mixed with confusion at Paul's question. Why would he want to be friends again? After everything that happened between them, why would anyone want that? "I mean... because we used to be best friends?" he says, his voice rising slightly as he throws his hands up in frustration. "We did everything together growing up. We hung out all the time, played video games, went camping... what changed?" He stalks closer to Paul, his eyes narrowing as he speaks. "Do you remember what happened? Do you remember why we stopped being friends?"
Of course i remember my lips tremble
Liam's breath catches when he sees Paul's lip quiver. He hadn't expected such a raw reaction so soon. His own anger falters momentarily, replaced by something else - regret? "Then why are you acting like this?" he asks, softer now. He gestures vaguely between them.
"Why do you look at me like I'm some kind of monster? Like I don't even deserve to be in the same room as you?" His fingers twitch at his sides, itching to reach out but knowing better than to touch without permission. "
Because you said i was a looser and i was not cool enough for you and you hanged out with your new basketball friends and left me alone
Liam's shoulders sag as he hears Paul's words, a wave of guilt washing over him. He remembers those times vividly - how he had treated Paul like trash once he started getting more attention from other students.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice cracking slightly. "I was an ass back then. I shouldn't have said those things or made you feel that way."
He takes a step closer, but stops himself before getting too close. "I want to make up for that, Paul. Let me show you that I've changed."
Remember how i wanted to get in a relationship we literally kissed so many times and i even gave you a blowjob for your birthday and you started ignoring me
I remember he looks down shame on his face I should have never ignored that. It was selfish of me. I just got caught up in basketball and thought you were only interested in being with me because i was popular and good at it. But you've always been so much more than that to me.
I want us to be friends again, Paul. I want us to have the relationship we had before all of this happened. And if you give me a chance... maybe we can even get back to where we were before everything went wrong.