Written in the Stars: Book 2 of the "Written" Duology

Asking

A few days after that, I heard that I got the position.

I told Lilith, Randall and Hamish when we were in the Den. "Right on, Maze!" Randall said, giving me a hug. Lilith gave me a smile where she sat, "Great news!" She exclaimed excitedly. Hamish gave me a kiss on the forehead, saying, "I never doubted that you'd get it," He said.

Their support gave me confidence that I hadn't felt in a long time. We all went to the Blade and Chalice to celebrate. Randall and Hamish went to the bar to order drinks while Lilith and I went to our designated spot; a booth in the back. I sat across from her where I had perfect view of the door, and Lilith having perfect view of the bar where the guys were at. I saw her staring over there, so naturally I craned my neck to see what—or rather who—she was staring at.

"Careful, if you stare any longer, you'll burn a hole in Randall's hoodie," I said, grabbing the sugar packets to organize. "And he wouldn't like that very much,"

Lilith snapped her gaze to mine when I looked up at her. "What?" She asked, obviously caught off guard.

"You were looking hardcore at Randall," I specified. "Do you like him?" I asked, to which she looked at me in faux disgust. "What? No," She said, moving her hair over her shoulder. "Fuck you," Lilith looked away, crossing her arms over her chest, hiding her flushed face. I gave a shrug just as the guys came back and sat down; Hamish next to me and Randall next to Lilith. I noticed how Lilith reacted to that, she moved her body to face his a fraction of an inch; classic sign that someone likes another person.

Hamish draped his left arm over the back of the booth, my right hand in is left as we sat there waiting for our drinks. It wasn't long before our drinks made it to the table. I noticed that my drink was my absolute favorite; and also happens to be the first drink Hamish had made for me.

I looked at him, taking the drink in my hand. "You remembered?" I asked, feeling touched by this. "Of course, I did," Hamish said, taking a sip of his choice drink—a glass of whiskey—and looking over the rim at me. Randall had chosen a tall glass of beer, and had ordered Lilith the same.

I took a sip of the Rum Sunset he had ordered for me. It was good, don't get me wrong, but Hamish's and my Grandmothers version were so much better.

"So, what are we gonna be doing?" Lilith asked. Randall and I gave a shrug at the same time. "I don't know." Hamish replied, then looked at me. "What did you want to do?"

I hated being put on the spot. "Hmm," I hummed, giving it some thought. "What about we just sit here and get drunk? We all deserve it," I said, taking a drink of my cocktail. "Not a bad idea," Randall piped up, drinking his beer.

Music was playing in the background, and I heard a song I didn't think a bar would ever play. "Oh, I love this song," I said, referring to the song playing. The song happened to be by one of my favorite bands that I like to listen to when I am on my sad or in-love binges. Or just in general.

I closed my eyes to the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. I haven't heard songs from them in forever, and was glad whoever has control of the music in this bar had great taste. Randall shook his head and was smiling at Hamish just as Lilith was trying to listen to the song. "I think I remember hearing this when I was younger," She said.

I started to hum to the song, resting my head against Hamish's arm. Hamish moved his arm and dragged me to my feet. "What are you doing?" I asked. Hamish didn't respond, only pulling me close to him, his hands at my hips. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he slowly swayed us to the song. I swayed with him slowly.

"I don't quit know how to say how I feel," I began to whisper-sing, my head against Hamish's chest. "Those three words I said too much, are not enough," I sang slightly off-key quietly. I've never really sung in front of anyone, and if I did, they are the closest people in the world to me.