Dedication: awkwardstylinson cause I'm awkward too :/
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Liam was up at the crack of dawn, probably the earliest he's ever woken up. Rubbing his cloudy eyes, he sat up in bed and let out a relieved sigh once noticing that Loki was still asleep at the edge of his feet. It was times like this that Liam was glad his dog was growing older and lazier. If he was still a puppy, he would've been up the second that Liam opened his eyes and would've created a ruckus that even Alabama could've heard.
Quietly, Liam climbed out of his bed, threw his slippers on and tiptoed towards the door. As he opened it, he winced from the creaking sound it made and quickly turned to see if Loki was awake. Thankfully, he wasn't. He peeked his head outside of the door and stared intently at his parents' room. A grin formed on his face once he saw that their door was closed shut, meaning that they were asleep as well. Everything was going as planned so far and he loved it.
He cautiously walked out of his room, leaving the door ajar and sneaked down the stairs. Moving to the kitchen, he began the first part of his plan: the fake vomit.
See, Liam was sure that no one except his childhood friend and family would attend his birthday party, which would support the fact that he was indeed a loner. But the humiliation that followed the truth would be hard to face, and the judgemental stares would be even harder. Or worse, the pitied looks.
Liam didn't want anyone's sympathy and telling a lie would be easier to handle. So, he was prepared to make his parents believe that he was sick, which would definitely cause his party to be cancelled. And no party meant a happy and relieved Liam.
He swung the refrigerator door open and skimmed the area for any types of food he could use. He decided to use some eggs, expired milk and some leftover oatmeal. Laying all of the ingredients on the counter, Liam got to work.
He cracked the eggs, leaving the yolk in a bowl and the shells on the counter. Then, he poured the expired milk into the eggs, scrunching up his noise from the sour smell, which he guessed was good for this use. Lastly, he tossed in the oatmeal and hoped that no one actually wanted to eat it. Oh well.
He grabbed a rag and wiped the counter clean, tossed the egg shells away and made sure that their weren't any remaining traces of his presence. Liam smirked, he could be a criminal if he wanted to. Then shrugged the thought away because he'd probably be too scared to do the crime in the first place or he would turn himself in from the guilt.
He sneaked up the stairs with the bowl in his hands, glanced at his parents' closed door and moved to the bathroom. Time for part two: pretend to have thrown up.
He picked the lid of the toilet seat up, and threw the fake vomit inside of it. Quickly, he hid the now empty bowl inside of the closet that was under the sink and hastily opened the door up just a bit, before standing besides it. Now, he just had to imitate the sounds of someone puking, which reminded him of a mating whale. Don't ask.
