Can't Say Love

To Be Loved

~Liam's POV~

    I woke to Daisy tracing her fingers over my face.  My brow furrowed in confusion as I felt her fingertips brush my eye-lashes.  Then, they drifted down to my birthmark and outlined it.  Her touch burned into my skin.  I brought her closer to me as she breathed out quietly.

    "What do you want to do today?" I asked her.

    "Aren't you busy?"

    "I have time to spend with you.  Today it'll just be us."

    "Could we have mint chip ice cream for breakfast?" She asked, excitedly.

    "I've been dying for ice cream."

    "Good."

     I picked her up and carried her down to the kitchen.  She laughed as she tried to get out of my arms.  I held her closer to me and said,

    "I'm never letting you go."

    Before you ask, I didn't love her. But I needed to know that she'd be okay, and I wanted her to have someone be there.  Right now, I would be that person.

     "Ice cream!" She yelled like a five year old on Christmas.

     I got out two forks and we happily began to pig out.  After eating a whole pint of it, I showed her the Scrabble board I had gotten.

      "Do you want to play?"

      "Yes.  Are you kidding me?  I've been waiting for the whole week."

     "Great."

     We took the pieces out of the box and set the board on the kitchen table.  I went first and put down the word "Smile."

      "That's your first word?" She cried, indignant.

      "Yeah. What's wrong with it?"

      "It's not fair that you had all of those letters... This game is rigged."

     Teasing her, I said "Yes it is.  Because I just opened it."

    "Whatever.  I still have time to beat you.  Just you wait."

    We played for a while, and Daisy cried out in anger. 

    "What?" I asked.

    "I have an amazing word, and no place to put it.  Now I have to use some of the letters!"

    "What's the word?"

    "Ozone."

    "Wow.  That is a good one."

    I know!  And I can't put it anywhere."

    "I'm sorry," I faked sadness as I set down a twenty point word.  "It looks like you're loosing," I crooned.

    She groaned and put down "Zone."  "That's as good as it's going to get," she said, giving herself thirty four points.

    I looked at her in frustration as she added up her points: she was beating me.

   "Jerk," I muttered.  Hesitantly, I put down "Hat."

   Daisy smiled a genuine smile as she picked her one letter from the bag.

   "Some things are meant to work out," she said, as she placed the "O" in front of "Zone."

   "Is that seriously the letter you picked?" I asked, enraged.  "And you thought that I rigged this game."