3.1 | What we Fake

8. Rollercoaster adventure of a lifetime

The distance from Liam's home to the park was rather long but with Tressa Ingrids by his side as they both talked, discussed and laughed, the distance was reduced to nothing at all and before they knew it, they were on the front driveway of the Wyatt household. 

    "Please tell me he didn't do it-"

Tressa was laughing too hard to give a proper reply and only managed to nod her head 'yes' and with that Liam proceeded to laugh so hard that his sides began to start hurting. 

And it was a strange sight though not completely bizarre as the sun rose over them, orange hues and all as Liam doubled over, hands on his knees, face alight with laughter with a tired Tressa by his side. An absolutely adorable smile on her face as flyaway strands stuck to her sticky face but still feeling as bright as her Cheshire grin, she looked at Liam.  

   "What?" she had asked when she felt him staring at her with an unusual smile on his face, a smaller smile on his face. 

"You're staring at me," he countered that smile still on his face. 

Tressa looked baffled and the change of her expression was almost comical. Bright blue eyes that just went wide and her jaw dropped as she spluttered, "You're staring at me!"

He shook his head as he tried to suppress his laughter and looked at the particularly nothing on the ground but Tressa was different, she laughed out with stars in her eyes, laughter straight from the core of her heart. 

"You wanna go in?" Liam asked, jabbing his thumb in the direction of his front door as they stood. 

Her gaze drifted to the white front door that was illuminated in orange and she turned to face the boy standing in front of her, "Maybe some other day-"

"Oh, come on," Liam rolled his eyes playfully, "Don't be shy, you get to see where the famous Varsity star Chris Wyatt lives..."

Tressa snorted at that, "I'd rather not, I bet he is the messy as fuck and his room is equivalent to a pigsty."

Liam's tone rose an octave higher as he asked her, wide eyed and an astonished look across his face, "How did you know? Chris' room is exactly the way you assumed it to be! He is the worst sort of messy."

She chuckled, "' Course it would be! I had a stupid jock as my neighbour once and god, I had to clean up his room once, don't ask. And he-"

"Liam?"

He was still laughing out when he heard someone call his name and he craned his neck to face her.

His laughter died down as he faced Emily. She looked as beautiful as always. To Liam, she always would look the most beautiful even when she was sleeping and drooling on the couch and he had to clean it up.

She had an ethereal glow about her. Glossy, slightly swollen pink lipped and those eyes of her gleamed. Her hair was a wreck with her fringes growing longer each day and now, having a slight curtain over her eyes and the rest of her hair pulled back into a hasty half-bun on the top of her head with hair poking out in all directions, but to Liam, she still looked as pretty as always.

"Emily," he whispered her name like a prayer. His eyes left her for a moment as he grazed over the surroundings before they landed on her again, "What are you doing here so early?"

"Oh, I was just-" she tried to come up with something as she absentmindedly waved her hand about and gave an airy laugh, "trying to find you!"

Liam turned behind him to glance at Tressa before he replied, "I'm right here, just went for a walk 's all."