[Briam] "I'm not into him"

chapter 21:

small shower scene, enjoy. (also split this chapter into two so that's why it's short asf)//

Brett's POV:

"fuck, Brett.. it's in my eye." Liam squinted after having a large shampoo bubble that managed to get into his eye.

his face scrunched up adorably when i grabbed the shower head, taking it off and spraying him straight in the face.
he squealed from the direct water pressure, making me laugh in amusement.

"you're mean." Liam pouted once he was able to open his big blue eyes.

"i know." i smirked and placed the shower head back on the hook.

Liam giggled and pulled me underneath the water, kissing me shortly and pulling away.

"you made the water boiling hot, why?" i groan and step away from the water.

"because i like it?" Liam said before bringing his hands to his face and washing himself under the steamy water. just looking at him had me mesmerized, he was so perfect and god, do i love him so much.

i stepped forward and placed my hands right on his waist, bringing my lips to his neck as he tilted his head to the left.

"don't start up something you can't finish.." Liam hummed and i pulled away when he faced me.

"you look so cute right now." i look down at him and he covers himself.

"lies." he muttered and reached for the soap, rubbing it against my upper chest, making me furrow my brows as he smiled happily.

"and that right there is another cute thing you just did.." i tease.

"Brett, puppies are things you call cute. i am not a puppy. i am not cute." he pressed his lips in a straight line.

"is that so?"

"yep."

"okay then, puppy dog."

the two of us continued to shower together and eventually turned the water off, hopping out and quickly grasping the warm towels. Liam dried off his wet hair that clung to his forehead the slightest, then wrapped it around his waist. i did the same, opening up a drawer, revealing all my hair products.

"wow.. i thought i was bad." Liam mocked playfully as a reached for my blow drier.

plugging it in, i turned it on.

"sorry, what? couldn't hear you!" i play around and he slapped my arm lightly, grinning afterward.

"oh screw you, you can always hear me even if you didn't want to." he said truthfully, considering all the heightened werewolf senses.

"what?" i scream over the noise as i continued to dry my hair and look into the large mirror.

"fine." Liam mumbled and leaned against the counter, watching me closely.

suddenly Liam glanced toward the door and looked like he was really focused.
he walked over to the door and opening it, still listening carefully despite my noise making.

"what?" i ask and shut off the loud machine.

"my phone. it's been ringing. probably my mom, i'll be back." i nod in response and he leaves, allowing me to go and get dressed.

minutes go by and i have boxers on but i hear a loud scream, causing me to rush down the stairs. i reach the living room and see Liam looking awkward as hell, gripping onto his towel for dear life. then, two feet away from him, my mother stood with wide eyes.

"Brett.. why is there a naked boy in this house?" my mother emphasized on the word 'naked'.

when i didn't bring myself to speak quick enough to her liking, Liam responded for me.

"i-i just showered? um.. we came back from lacrosse practice so-" he attempted to find a great cover up but my mother was smarter than that.

"is that why clothes are scattered all over the couch?" she flung her arm out, pointing to the remains of our mess.

"i'm sorry-" Liam started, looking like he could possibly cry in moments time, but, i interjected hurriedly.

"mom, i know you don't approve of us and all.. but we're together now and it's kind of difficult to have to hide around.." i stopped, not knowing where i was going with this as i walked further and stood beside Liam.

"i was just going to tell you no screwing around on my couch- and if you do.. pick up your damn clothes afterwards!" she rolled her eyes with a huff and trudged past us and went for the kitchen, leaving Liam and i be.

Liam's POV:

i couldn't believe that had just happened. Brett's mom basically knows we're... you know- a thing? last time, she went completely berserk on the two of us. but, thankfully things went slightly smoother despite the small scare.

"how about we get changed?" Brett offered as i walked over to our pile of discarded clothing articles.

"yeah.." i mutter out and pick up my shirt and slip it on, Brett frowning once i put my boxers on- still having the towel covering myself.

"i thought you'd wear my shirt?" he pouted and my lips tug into an upright smile.

"well- i thought it'd be best if i got changed right away considering what just happened?" i quizzed and Brett gives a lopsided grin and picks up his stuff too.

"your room?" i furrow my brows and he nodded, and just as we started to walk, i pulled out my phone to see who had been texting or calling me earlier.

mom: you coming home anytime soon?

you: i'll be home in an hour ?

mom: no later than that!

i laugh lightly as we head up to his bedroom and open the door, hopping onto his bed. Brett tosses me his shirt and i chuckle, taking off my own and putting on his huge one, taking in his scent.

"i love the way your shirts smell, by the way.." i mumble out, earning a laugh from Brett.

and then, we stayed like that for awhile.
just us two.

i'm horrible @ updating YIKES.. p.2 of this chapter up soon