[eng] Leave My Shit Outside ; Ziam

e ; THIS FEELS LIKE FALLING IN LOVE

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ZAYNIE'S POV

We're watching Kinnporsche. Liam looks kinda shocked, but at the same time doesn't let me change to other contents. It means that he's kinda okay with it.

That mac & broccoli got easily incredible. In time we decided to do an white sauce with different cheeses that in my opinion matched very well. I would like to repeat my meal, but there's no more space in my baby belly.

"I need a break." Liam announces when we finish the second episode. "Let's smoke one?"

"I have a joint just waiting to be burned." I leave my dish on the center table to catch my bag next to the sofa.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I made one for us." I smile at his reaction. "Can I light it up in here?"

"Let's go to my bedroom's window."

So we go.

Liam's bedroom looks perfectly organized. On those white walls there are a lot of pictures, but the one that catches a special attention for now is on the bedside; Liam is with a kid on his back, both smiling a lot, and I cannot disguise my curiosity. But when I realize, the man is following my eyesight and I have to divert my attention.

"Is everything OK?" He asks calmly and I promptly agree. Liam comes closer and takes the picture frame I was staring at.

"Who's that with you?" I decided to ask.

"My son Ariel."

"So cute! How old is he?"

"In this photo he was seven."

We stay in a dense silence for a while, looking at the picture, until Liam puts it back on the bedside and turns to a wooden dresser.

"You look alike." I say.

"Thank you." I can hear a smile on his face, so I turn by his side to watch it too.

"Incense?"

"Yep. Is it OK for you?"

"It depends, sometimes it gives me a headache. What's this fragrance?"

"It's honey, but we cannot use it too."

"I think I prefer it." I pick the joint behind my ear. "Do you have fire?"

Liam gives me his orange lighter, doing something on the phone, then a song starts. At first I don't recognize it, but in the chorus I can tell that it is The Neighborhood. I pass the joint and sit down on the bed.

Ooh, baby/ You take me on a ride/ Gonna drive me crazy/ Ooh, baby/ I feel like we made it pretty far/ Now we're stargazing…

"Don't you want to enjoy my windowsill?" I am asked, so I get up again.

"I'm tired, I don't even know what I'm doing." I try to defend myself, resting my arms on the windowsill. "Whoa."

"I know." Liam passes me the weed, blowing the smoke slowly. "Sometimes when I get too exhausted I like to stay here, thinking about life."

"And you receive good results? I mean, when I stop to think about my life, it won't end alright, for sure." I comment as a joke, my humor about myself, but Liam stills serious.

"What bothers you so much at this point?"

I take some drags on and pass the joint before starting talking. To be honest I don't know where I should start, but I decided to say the first thing that comes to mind.