Silk and Fish Scales: Liam
Three weeks into December and we were nearing our departure to Brazil on Friday. I had just informed Airi of the ball-like duel celebration my family held each year for Christmas and my mother’s birthday.
“Liam, how come you never told me you were from Brazil?” She was still a bit skeptical about my foreign origins although her whereabouts were far more intriguing.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal. And isn’t obvious? You know, brown hair, olive skin, weird yellowish eyes, soccer demon?” She shook her head, combing loose strands of hair with her fingers. “And look who's talking.” She turned around from her packing, putting her hands on her hips, giving me a pout. “C’mon, you’re half British, half Persian. I’ve always known hybrids to be hot but seriously, I hit the jack pot.”
“Oh shut up,” she jokingly replied in a British accent, getting back to her packing. “So what type of party is this?”
“Well, it’s really….how would you describe it...dressy?”
“Dressy? I don’t think I have a dressy dress.”
“You could always come naked. I wouldn’t mind.”
“Only if you’re on all fours with a collar around your neck, next to me. Liam, I’m serious. What am I supposed to wear?”
“I think I have a picture on my phone of Merelise and me from three years ago.” I whipped out my phone, finding a photo of Merelise feeding me a glass of wine while mom was in the background, her eyes wide open with shock.
“Liam, that's no dress. That's a gown.” Airi’s eyes darkened with panic.
"Same thing.”
“We’re going to have to go to Manhattan to find something even close to that.”
“Airi, you’ll look fine in a regular dress. Don't overthink this.”
“No, I want to leave a good first impression.” She looked at me with desperation, hoping I would fall for her ‘look how feeble I am’ face. I did.
“Fine, we can go tomorrow. You have practice?”
“Nope,” she replied with a wide grin. “Oh, I almost forgot; do you have a tux?”
“Shit, I completely missed that.”
“That’s good. Now your tie can match my dress.” I gave Airi and smirk, wrapping my arms around her hips.
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“Liam, the subway is here.” She grabbed my hand with such force that I assumed to be well hidden in that minuscule body of hers. Airigrabbed onto me, burying her face in my chest in attempts to take as little space as possible in the overcrowded subway. Before my hand slipped down to graze the naked skin of her thigh, I convinced myself righ on time to just enjoy her rare moment of innocence. “Liam, what color do you think would look best on me?”
“Black.”
"She glanced up, with an expression of slight surprise."
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Don't Think Twice
Teen FictionAiri, a nineteen year old college sophmore, enjoys the single life. Just when she's sure that drama will be avoided, you have Liam, the godly soccer player with a perfectly sculptured body and a mind of his own, come into the picture. So what happen...
