A forgotten love story

Bad habit

Liam's p.o.v.:

Ofcourse it didn't take long until my parents found out about my relationship with Steph. And obviously my family embarassed me with it during dinner. "Son, if you need some advice from an experienced man, don't hesitate. "Don't worry, dad. I can handle it." I said, although it would've been better if I didn't." Oh, boy! You've still got alot to learn..." sighed Ruth. "What are you talking about?" My sisters looked eachother in the eyes. They always do that when I said something stupid. "Do you love her?" Both of my sisters asked in such a serious tune I didn't dare to lie so I nodded. "Well, she doesn't seem that easy-going. But since you're only 15... Let's just say you'll find out more than once what we're trying to say." said Nicola. "You gotta be kidding me! Can't you just tell me?" "Why would I if you'll find out anyway?" I decided not to discuss it anymore and went to my room. Someone threw a rock at my window so I opened it. Ofcourse it was Steph. Who else could it be? I didn't want my sisters to see me leave so I climbed out of the window. It's starting to be a bad habit, really. "You don't like our doorbell?" I asked Steph sarcastic. "You don't like your stairs?" Steph said and I couldn't think of anything else to say back.

Steph's p.o.v.:

"I know a place where we can be alone." I whispered in Liam's ear and kissed his cheek which made him blush. It's cute. "The lake?" He asked; his eyebrow slightly raised. "Very good." This time, I kissed his lips. I felt his tongue but I stopped him. "Not yet." I teased him with a smirk on my face. "You're so evil." Liam said but a smile appeared on his face. He was wearing a black shorts and a white, sleeve-less shirt. I wore a loose, green top and a purple short. After 10 minutes, we arrived at the lake. The both of us were sweating because of the warm weather. "So... Now we're alone..." Liam didn't finishe his sentence yet he grabbed my waiste. Now, I gave in and we kissed eachother passionly. Liam held me very thigh and the both of us fell in the lake. I splashed water in his face so we held a water fight. We were both laughing. "You're crazy." I said to him. "That's all your fault." He smirked and held me thight. I drown in his brown eyes. His lips reach mine gently, before his tongue slips in my mouth. Perhaps this is our thing. Escaping via the windown like a criminal and then making out. Yes, this is definetely our thing.