One drop is all it took for me to turn. One glare for me to stand up. One word for me to slap him. One page torn for me to hate him.
But then his cool demeanor calmed me. His over protectiveness soothed me. His cockiness infuriated me. His heart tho...
The whisper in utter silence. The shadow in the night. The calm before the storm. No, he's the storm. He's Liam. My Liam. The beholder and destroyer of my heart.
***
"Oh my word Laura, I swear I'm gonna murder you if you took my book again!" I yell. Laughter soon follows and I open my closet door to find my twelve year old sister huddled in a corner, stacking a pile of books in one of my shoe boxes.
I run up to her and start tickling her. She bursts into fits of laughter causing her to snort, as expected, which also makes me laugh. "Seriously though, why do you keep hiding my books?" She stops laughing and looks down at the floor playing with her fingers.
I sit down in front of her crossing my legs so that I'm closer to her. I take her hands and place them on my lap so that she stops playing with them and looks at me. "You know you can tell me anything right?" I tell her softly." Yeah but you'll laugh at me." "I promise I won't." I coax. "Okay fine. You spend so much time reading these books that you barely spend any time with me." she reluctantly tells me.
"Come on Laura you know that's not true." "It is!" she argues. "Okay I'm sorry. I promise I'll come play with you after school." She grins giving me a perfect view of her crooked pearly whites. "Really?" "Yeah. Now help me figure out what I'm wearing." Believe it or not but Laura picks out my outfit everyday. For her age she has really good sense in fashion.
"Isn't it obvious?" she asks in a 'duh' tone. "If it were Laura would be standing here in my bathrobe." She rolls her eyes at me and walks over to the part of my closet that has summer dresses. I laugh when I see the dress she removes from the hanger. I guess it was obvious after all. It's the white dress she bought me last year for my sixteenth birthday which she claims to be my 'favorite dress'.
It's a mid-thigh white dress that frays from waist below hugging my bust. It has long flappy sleeves and a lacy material around my stomach giving everyone a view. Now don't ask me what an eleven year old was thinking buying a dress like that because I don't even know. I won't lie though and tell you that I don't like it because she's right, it is my favorite dress.
She pairs it off with black boots and a black purse with my sliver locket as the finishing touch. Damn, she's good! I hand her her ten bucks, oh no, you didn't think this was for free now did you?
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