Teammates (boyxboy)

Chapter Seven

*Liam's pov*

I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I looked around, then collected my memories from last night, remembering what happened between Brett and me. I instantly frowned. The room was dark, and the blankets were bright red.

I decided to get up. I must've been at the house of the party. My feet hit the cold hardwood floor and I walked out into the hallway and down the stairs. Two girls were cleaning up the living room.

"You need some help?" I asked them. They both looked up quickly. I must've startled them, so I put my hands up in defense.

"Oh, sorry. Sure, grab a bag from the kitchen and throw away any trash you see out in the backyard," one of the girls said. I nodded and headed towards the kitchen to get a big, white bag, then I went outside.

It was totally trashed. They clearly hasn't gotten out here at all. I grabbed a few cups on the ground and a few floating around in the pool.

Once I finished, I went back inside.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"You're already done with outside?"

I nodded.

"Okay, great! You can go, if you want," she said "but throw this in the garbage on the way out."

She handed me an bag and I nodded.
"Cool. And uh, thanks for letting me stay here.. I don't remember much of last night, but I hope I didn't bother you guys," I said as I walked towards the front door.

"No problem. I'm Aly, by the way. And this is Kim," Aly said, pointing to herself and the girl next to her.

"Liam," I said before waving a goodbye
and shutting the door.

I pulled out my phone. I was only a few minutes away from my house while driving, so the walk shouldn't be that long.

One text message from my mom, basically saying that she and my sister would be going to dance classes for the afternoon.

One text message from my stepdad, asking if a package had shown up at the house yet.

None from Brett.
I sighed, but continued to walk towards my house.

Once I got home, I went into the kitchen and got an apple, sitting down at the table. After I finished, I looked down at what I was wearing and decided to change, so I went upstairs and into my room.

I opened the door and almost had a heart attack.

Brett was sprawled out on my bed, laying on his stomach and wrapping his arms around one of my pillows.

Nice, Brett.

I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh, maybe because I was relieved.

I quietly opened my closet and grabbed a dark red shirt and black jeans, then took a shower.
Hopefully Brett wouldn't wake up from the sound.

I got out of the shower and quickly dried off, putting my clothes on. I brushed my teeth and opened the bathroom door to see Brett shuffling around, half asleep. He opened his eyes, but kept them fairly squinted.

"I was surprised to see you here," I said calmly.

Brett held himself up with one elbow.
"I'm not mad at you," he said.

I nodded.
"Well, the way you acted last night said differently."

Brett sat up and ran his hands through his hair. He patted the bed, signaling me to sit next to him.

"I was never mad at you. I just needed to cool off for a little bit, but not because I was mad at you, not at all," Brett said.

I nodded again.

"Maybe it's best if you go home.."