Was She Jealous?

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~Liam’s POV~

      Two days later, Daisy was up and walking around. She sat on my bed while I typed on my computer.

     “I should probably tell you something, Liam.”

     “What’s up?”

     “Do you remember that dream you had?”

     “Yeah.  Why?”

     “Well, it was kind of real?”

     “What do you mean real?” I asked worried.  “We kissed?”

     “Not exactly.”

     I swallowed nervously.  “So then how was it real?”

     “Don’t hate me, okay?”

     “I won’t.”

     “Um, okay… So, Cam wanted to see to if you liked me.  She pretended to be me to judge your reaction.”

     “I kissed Cam?” I yelled. 

     “Maybe?”

     “Back up for a minute.  She thought that I liked you?”

     “Uh, no.”

     “’Cause no offense, but I don’t.”

     “I know.  You’re going to be with Kelly. I get that.”

     “Okay, good. Just so we’re clear.”

     “We’re clear.  Crystal clear.”

     “I can’t believe I kissed Cam…  No offense or anything, but that’s disgusting.  I mean… Gosh, it didn’t sound that mean in my head.  It’s just that Cam likes to bother me.”

      “I know.  Sorry.”

      I thought for a minute before I asked her, “Is she… your… you know… your sister?”

      “Yeah.  She’s a year older than me, but yes.”

      “You don’t even look alike.”

      Daisy raised an eyebrow.  “We have different fathers.”

       “Your mother divorced her father?”

       Daisy didn’t say anything else.  I realized that, once again, I’d overstepped her boundaries.

       “I shouldn’t be asking nosy questions.  I’m going to the grocery store, do you want to come?”

       “I’m going to take a shower, but do you want to walk around later?”

       “I’d like that.”

       “See you soon then,” she grinned.

       I went to grab my shoes before turning around with a realization.  “I’ve never asked you out on a date, have I?”

        “Well, no, but we’re not actually boyfriend and girlfriend, so it doesn’t matter.”

         “Of course it does!  Daisy Blythe, will you go on a date with me?”

         “Sure Liam,” she laughed, humoring me.  “I’d like that.”

         “Line stealer,” I accused.

       “Just because you say ‘I’d like that’ doesn’t mean that I can’t.  In fact, I used it first when you asked me to start over.”

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