They checked in to the room to see a single bed with a cheap, floral bed set. Typical motel bed. Annoyingly enough, the only vacant rooms were singles so they would have to share a bed. An exhausted Liza had carried their minimal luggage from the car to room while Van went through the practicalities of getting the room. She threw the bags down and plopped down onto the bed.
"You're a fucking idiot!" Van giggled.
"You have to admit, I'm an adorable fucking idiot." Liza shot back in a mumble.
"Of course..." Van trailed off and he tucked in an already asleep Liza.
He sat on the bad next to her as she slept and thought for a long time. He knew something was special about her, but he just couldn't place his finger on it. She was his joy, his muse, his friend, his heart. Van wanted so badly to deny and feelings for Liza. It would make things so much easier. They both came from musical backgrounds, which brought them together. But the mental and physical exhaustion of those backgrounds had the ability to tear them apart.
Meanwhile, Liza dreamt. She saw flower fields all around her. She looked up to a vibrant blue sky that held the occasional cotton ball cloud. She spun around in circles and out of the corner of her, saw Van. He was smiling and the wind had made his hair go everywhere but he still looked so handsome. He ran his hands through Liza's wavy hair and kissed her gently. They both bent their lips upwards into smile, Liza's joyful and Van's cheeky. The sparks woke Liza but she could'nt let Van know that.
Back in the reality of a cheap motel room, Van turned to a still and silent Liza, tucked her wavy hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek.
"I love you, Liza." He whispered ever so loudly
" I love you more, Gallagher boy." She breathed back with a shy grin.
