Blessed

Skateland

HEY GUYS! So, this is the excerpt for my 100 follower special (thank you sooo much BTW I love love love you *kiss kiss kiss*). And, you guessed it, this scene is with Liam and Malcolm!!

*cheering, screaming, sobbing*

Anyways, I need to do a bit of explaining before you go on reading (and if you are reading this, thank you SO much it really means the world to me) to avoid any confusion.

This is not part of the main story. Liam's story takes place in a fantasy, dystopian world. This is an alternate universe where Malcolm and Liam are in college. They've known each other for a while and they're beginning to realize they want to become more than friends *wink wink*.

This is part one of multiple. If you guys want to see more, I can post more of course! The reason I have this alternate universe is because, y'know, sometimes my boys deserve to be happy. And together.

But that's besides the point.

Anyways, the title is pretty self explanatory: skate date! This alternate universe focuses a lot more on their romance than the main story. So be prepared for that. Let me know if you guys are interested in reading the other parts.

I'll stop rambling now. If you have any questions, feel free to ask (as I'm not the best at explaining things). And without further ado, enjoy the first installment of Skateland!!

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Malcolm asked me to go skating.

He invited me over text. It was a casual, last minute sort of thing. I shouldn't have been super surprised, since Malcolm has always been an advocate for spontaneity. However, his invitation seemed especially out of the blue, and I found my thumbs hovering reluctantly over the keypad. I tend to be the type of person that thrives off of schedules hastily created in my head. And I had already planned to study that night, with the imminent approach of finals and my stubbornness not to do anything other than excel. But when Malcolm asked, the tiny voice in my head that I've grown to ignore was louder than usual, and it told me to hell with schedules.

It has not historically been such a blunt tiny voice.

So, I got ready that Friday night, my chest twisting in apprehension with each movement I made. I had been skating a few times in my childhood and I remembered enjoying it. I was decent at it, so it wasn't like I was going to completely embarrass myself. As long as I didn't end up flat on my face at any point of the night, everything would turn out okay.

I kept telling myself this as I showered and dressed. As I checked to make sure I had more than enough money I needed, just in case. As I paced back and forth my dorm, creating a rut of pressed carpet in the middle of the room, all up until the moment Malcolm showed up at my door.

He greeted me there, his dazzling smile paired with his matching bright eyes. His emerald green hair which usually surrounds his head in a mused cloud was pulled back into a small ponytail, his bangs still notoriously covering his forehead. He wore a deep stormy shirt, rolled up at the elbows, a few buttons missing at the top to reveal the curve of his collarbone. Dark jeans completed the ensemble with shiny black chucks that made my dirty air force ones look extremely underwhelming.

"I didn't think you'd be up for this, O'Malley," he teased, leaning against the doorframe. I could smell his cologne then, something deep but refreshing, dark and just enough to be annoyingly enticing.