3.1 | What we Fake

6. Never be the same

Music blasted through the house and the thumping of the bass was that of the same frequency as the pounding in his head but Liam was getting used to the loud music. His throat felt parched and his stomach rumbled in hunger and he knew that he would wake up the next day with the worst hangover of his life but right then on the second floor of Isabella Krevinsky's mansion watching teenagers dance drunkedly, kiss drunkedly and chug drunkedly, he couldn't care any more. 

"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" the crowd chanted and the guy chugging did not seem as though he would stop anytime soon and Liam knew that he would wake up to the worse day of his life tomorrow. He got closer to the crowd because Liam knew that where there was a crowd, there was Emily. Or rather, the other way around. 

The setting of the floor was complete different from the one downstairs. The lights downstairs were red and beaming, here, it was dim lights and fair lights with candles. There was a Mario cart machine in one corner and many other game items around the room. There were also loads of beanbag chairs, poufs and leather sofas. Isabella had put quite an effort into this. 

He began looking around again. Where on Earth could Emily be? 

Laughter rang out from one of the rooms and Liam followed the sound. Emily was always where the party was. He walked from door to door, pressing his ear to listen to what was going on inside, just in case, not to barge into a room with naked teens inside. 

He reached a room whose door was slightly ajar and he pushed it gently open with his fingertips. Inside, he was glad to see Emily along with many other faces he recognised from school. 

People sat on the floor and some on the white bed. He looked around the room but another person had noticed his entrance. 

"Oi, Wyatt!" Trevor called out, an earring dangling from one ear he shouted too loud and many winced. 

"I'm right here, what was the need for you to shout?" A hand smacked Trevor on the back of his head. Chris Wyatt sat next to Trevor, cross-legged in the dim lights as he winced. 

"Stop being a pussy, asshole!" Another cried out jovially from one side of the room. A cigarette behind her ear, Ucilla grinned as she plucked the burnt out cig and threw the stub at Chris' head and it bounced off. Chris lifted a finger in response. 

"Oi, both of you, stop flirting already!" Rhett groaned from another side of the circle as he threw his head back in frustration. 

Emily roared, shit-eating grin on her face, "All of you, just admit your bloody feelings already!" 

The rest of them groaned in response as everybody brought their excuses. "What feelings?" they asked. 

"I think Trevor was talking about the other Wyatt," a last voice spoke up. Isabella herself was sitting on the bed. Fishnet stocking under a red and black skirt and a white tee was what she wore. 

"Liam wouldn't be-" Chris started but then looked up to see his twin, "Oh."

Liam pulled a face that showed his discomfort as he waved his hand as if not knowing what to do with his hands, "Hi?"

"Oh my gosh, Li!" Emily jumped up as she ran over to his side and gave him a tight hug and he knew that she was absolutely pissed, "Come play with us!"

"What'chu playing?" he asked the group and Krevinsky answered swiftly, "Nothing you'd like to play..."

"Oi, watch is," Emily slurred, pointing an finger towards her, "That's ma best friend you're talking to."

"And that's ma cousin, Wonders," came a reply and Liam looked up to find Shane standing against the wooden frame of the doorpost. He was grinning wide and his hair was a mess as though someone had been pulling on it. His lips were also swollen and red and his eyes looked happier.