I Can't Wait Forever (A Liam Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

*Emily’s POV*

            That was so embarrassing… but sadly true. I do talk about Liam all the time to my friends, and I really do need to stop. I don’t necessarily tell them that I like him, I just talk to them about our past and what happened on the Mexico trip, and just life in general with Liam.

            “Hey Em, why don’t you show me your piece now.” Liam comes up behind me, putting his arm across my shoulders before removing it quickly. I kind of wanted him to keep his arm there, but it would be too awkward.

            “Sure, I have to go over and do my little speech thingy in ten minutes so you can come with me.” I smile and start to walk down the stairs to the place with my art piece, where there is a small crowd gathering for the small talks from the artists.

            Liam and I walked into the crowd, and found Bri sitting on a bench with Maya on her lap, half asleep.

            “Hey Bri.” I smile and sit down next to her.

            “Hey Em!” she smiles and uses her free hand to hug me, “Are you ready for your mini speech?”

            “Of course. I only spent a little time on it , but I think it’s good.” I smile and look up to see one of the artists talking about his work. It was an interesting piece, but the guy was talking so slow that I lost interest and zoned out.

            What was my art work about? I wrote a little paragraph about how everything in this world is messed up, and everyone is so stressed and blah blah blah. But it wasn’t about the world, it was about me. My mind was overflowing with everything going on, so it kind of just exploded onto the canvas.

            And what was my mind overflowing from? Liam… he came into my life just a couple weeks ago, and he turned my life upside down. Maybe this piece was about my mind, and how he is always in it.

            “And now we have ‘Thoughts’ an art piece by Miss Emily Clarke.” Andrea smiled and pointed to me. I smiled back at her and stepped forward to my piece, taking the microphone from her.

            “Hello everyone, I’m Emily Clarke. I’m an art student at NYU, and am trying to stay sane with all the craziness around me… but who isn’t?” a couple people in the crowd chuckle, “But unlike most people, who relieve anger and stress in more destructive ways, I take it out in an artistic way.”

            This is not what I had planned on saying at all, but here it goes…

            “I took out all of my confusion, and anger, and stress into this painting right here. Now I could tell you what it means, but what would be the point of that? Because you see something different than me, and the person next to you sees something different than you.

            “But what I see is me. Thinking my thoughts, which just happen to be a little crazy. They splatter across the canvas like they are splattered across my mind. There isn’t one thing in particular that make my life as crazy as it is, rather the people in it. There are some very special people in my life, and some that have just come into my life, and some that have come back…”

            I looked over to where Liam was standing, and saw a small smile creep onto his face. I had no idea what I was saying.

            “But overall, the painting shows the conflict that happens in peoples’ lives, but this particular one is from my mind… my soul. These are my thoughts.” I finish and break out into a smile.

            Had I really said all of that just now? When did I become so… deep?

            As I walked away from my art work and back into the crowd, I heard everyone clapping, and people telling me “good job” and “that was amazing”. Was it really that good?

            “Em, did you just come up with all of that, because that is not what you practiced at home.” Bri ran up to me and hugged me.

            “Yeah, I just kind of, winged it.” I giggled and looked over at Maya, who was now wide awake.

            “Did you like it sweetie?” I asked her, taking her from Bri and setting her on my hip.

            “Yeah, that was good mommy!” she squealed and gave me a big hug.

            “So when are you planning to leave?” Liam asked, suddenly joining the conversation. If he wasn’t standing right next to me I wouldn’t even had known he was here.

            “I was planning to stay for a little longer. Maybe fifteen more minutes?” I say.

            “Ok, I just have an early flight tomorrow…” he started to say, but stopped when he saw my smile drop. This night was going so good that I completely forgot that he was leaving.

            “Right…” I sigh, my head not meeting Liam’s eyes.

            I really wish I could go with him, or that he would stay, but I knew that that couldn’t happen, and there was nothing I could do to change that.

            “Would you like to come over to the apartment for a little bit? It’s only eight thirty.” I suggest, not wanting to say goodbye to him. I was still planning to tell him about Maya. Tonight would be my best shot.

            “Alright. I guess I can stay for a little bit.” He smiles and we walk off to a different part of the art gallery that we hadn’t seen before.

            But soon Maya became restless and started to cry. I tried to calm her, but nothing I would do would make her be quiet.

            “Well, I guess we should go.” Bri said, taking Maya from me.

            “One second, let me just find Andrea and thank her.” I say, and walk off with Maya to find the woman.

            After a couple minutes of looking, Maya became even more restless, and I gave up. But while I was walking back to the front door and outside, I saw Andrea out of the corner of my eye.

            “Andrea…” I taped her on the shoulder and she turned around, smiling.

            “Ah, I was actually looking for you.” She said and leaned in so we were closer together and could hear each other. “Your presentation was perfect! How did you write it?” she asked.

            “I actually wrote something else, I just completely winged it.” I say and Andrea looks shocked.

            “You just came up with that… right on the spot?” she asked and I nodded, “Wow, you truly are a woman of many talents.”

            “Thank you.” I smile, just as Maya yawns.

            “And you, little missy, must be the reason behind all of mommy’s craziness.” Andrea turns to Maya and tickles her stomach, causing Maya to laugh.

            “Well I really have to get going.” I say to Andrea, and start to walk away but she stops me.

            “I just wanted to let you know that you should keep your phone lines open.”

            “Why?” I ask.

            “Because there were a lot of representatives from different art galleries across the city, and they wanted your art work in their galleries.” She smiled and walked away, leaving me in shock.

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