Love Is Full Of Suprises

Love Is Full Of Surprises Chapter 6!

After I had remembered to get the towel from across the room, which was in my opinion stupid to put the closet with the towels kept in it on the other side of the bedroom opposite of the bathroom, I went into the bathroom to wash up. It was like a hidden scavenger hunt to find the bathroom the first time, now its like a secret passage way.

When I opened the curtain to find many different knobs to work the shower I just turned the one that said, TURN ON HOT WATER, I mean it was in bold letters it wasn’t like one of those buttons were it says do not touch, and then they do touch it for some stupid unknown reason.

When I was all cleaned up from the lake ‘incident’ I hopped out of the shower and looked for my clothes. Uh-oh. I remembered the towel, but I forgot my clothes. Dang it!

Liam please don’t be out there, please don’t be out there, I kept on pleading in the back of my mind, but to no avail, guess who was in the bedroom laying casually on the bed. No it is not Taylor Lautner, for people who are thinking that, it is the one person who I hoped would not be in here, Liam!

When he looked up from whatever he had been doing, his eyes grew wide. Well what boys eyes wouldn’t go wide if they saw a girl that was wet, in nothing but a white towel that barely reached above her knees?

“ will you stop staring at me like that liam,” I said looking anywhere but him until he spoke.

“ sorry but I didn’t expect you to come out like…that” he said gesturing his hand to my body.I shot my eyes towards him, Oh I see how it is. Well lets have some fun.

“ liam do you not like me like….this?” I said gesturing towards my body “ Is my body not-your-type” I said turning away from him faking being ashamed and hurt.

I heard him get up from the bed and walk over to me, but pretended I didn’t. he put his arms around my waist gently, and put his face in the crook of my neck, which made my body tingle in delight. Stupid hormones

He whispered in my ear “ you are the worst faker ever!” he said, with a chuckle, oh great I see it now, he is gonna go back to being jerk-face! Well at least I got a taste of something different for a while.

“ whatever liam think what you want to think but think about it in another room because I would like to get dressed for bed in PEACE!” I exclaimed pointing to the door.

He put his hands up in the air, like he was caught red handed, . I glanced at the clock and the bright letters on the screen read 8:55 P.M. wow time flew by preeetty fast, I thought to myself, as I heard the door close softly and could hear footsteps tapping the floor down the hallway.

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I went over to one of my duffel bags and got a pair of light blue shorts out with a tank top. And a clean pair of underwear. I was about to get changed but instead made my way to the bedroom door and put my ear against it, just making sure that liam wasn’t going to barge in while I was changing. Ok coast is clear, phew! seems like he ventured off. I walked back towards the edge of the bed where my pajamas were, and slid them on a little quicker than normal. After I was done pulling my light brown hair into a neat pony tail and letting my bangs fall loose, I hung up my fluffy green towel and kept it there to dry. I looked at myself in the mirror.

I saw my dark but light brown eyes, dark on the outside, caramel in the middle. It was like my eyes were divided in sections of color. My hair was light brown with sun highlights and dark underneath, and almost to my shoulders and will be past them in a month or so, it grows wicked fast. I turned away from the mirror sighing. Why would liam ever like me?

　

　

I made my way down the hallways wooden floors. The tips of my fingers gently trailing against the white wall, just above my fingers empty frames where hung, one after the other, side by side with just enough room in between each of them. I guess liam’s father would like us to fill those with memories, picture memories. But the thing is I don’t want to rush things I mean really if you think about it I am me, and its my life shouldn’t it be my choice. don’t you have to make your own choices to go either down the wrong road or get lucky and go down the right? don’t you have to make your own decisions to make your own mistakes and then to learn from those mistakes so you can make more on purpose? And instead of making yourself feel down and crappy shouldn’t you bring the spirit back up and laugh about it as much as you can? The saying “Live. Laugh . Love” doesn’t it say to live and truly love ? Well if I’m going to truly live with love and lots of laughter that’s something you cant force I mean I didn’t pick liam, and pft I barley even let along know Liam of what he may truly be…on the inside. I’ve had people tell me not to judge people by their cover, by what they look they seem to be. I don’t tend to, but liam for some reason I just straight out judged him as a jerk. If my mother ever knew…..