Coward

Chapter Eighteen

I pull into my driveway and my headlights illuminate the house as they quickly flow across the surface of windows. With the quick stroke of light Liam's silhouette was outlined in the living area.

Shutting the car door behind me I eargaly make my way up the steps to the front door. I kick off my doc martins and slide in my socks over to where Liam is stood, looking down at the ground.

I open my mouth to ask what he is looking at when he beats me to it. "I didn't know you could art?"

I laugh and nod my head, "yeah, I can art."

"Cocky much," he looks up at and grins at me.

I stand beside him and admire my finely skilled art. I smile as I look down at the various paintings and drawing. Half a years work has gone into my portfolio. The works ranges from the forest, gizmo and my family. Also with certain pieces related to some of my preferred recreational activities. However those are subtle and are the only surreal paintings of the lot.

I laugh, "you should expect that by now."

He smiles, "what happened to that shy girl that Max picked up off the side of the road?"

I shrug, "she's still there, like I still loath being the centre of attention."

He laughs, "well that plan isn't working out too well for you."

I nod my head. A lot doesn't work out for me. "You could say that."

He frowns, "you could say a lot of things. Like what you said to Dan."

I look up to meet Liam's eyes but he quickly looks away. "Liam, I-" I begin but he interrupts.

"I knew me sleeping with you would cause problems," he pauses to look over at me pleadingly. "I knew it would ruin our friendship but I did it anyway, Belle I'm sorry." He looks at me hopefully.

I smile sadly but shake my head, "Liam, I'm not dying."

He looks at me doubtfully, "you may as well be."

"Have you ever had someone in your life die, Liam?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "no, but-"

"But nothing, I'm not dying. I'm not leaving forever." I say weakly.

He looks up hopeful, "by what Dan said, he thought you were leaving us to get high with the hippies."

I laugh, "well yeah, sort of."

He chuckles, "what, is it cause they have better weed than us?"

I laugh and shake my head, "we're only seventeen and we're already addtics."

He frowns, "you can't get addicted to pot."

I raise my eyebrows, "is this gonna be an, I can stop anytime I want, kinda thing?" I make the quotations with my fingers and he chuckles.

"Yeah something like that."

We're quiet for a while before Liam asks, "where were you when I called?"

I laugh, that seemed like years ago now. "I was having a sleep over with Crystal and Steph." He nods and I frown, "where did you think I was?"