Not In Love With Liam

31~ War and Peace

♜LIAM LAWRENCE♜

Costa Salina Hotel was by far the most amazing hotel I'd ever stayed in!

After ordering around £120 worth of breakfast between us, Chase, Blake, Oliver and I went for a walk around the hotel, while the others went back to the beach.

I was fed up of people bringing up Noah and Brandon. And what made it worse was the fact that half the people on this trip didn't even know they were faking it.

Me and the other three had taken a stop at a juice bar. I figured we'd been spending way too much money out here, but, hey? What are holidays for?

Last night, we came back up to the hotel around sevenish to eat, and we ended up starting a Mortal Kombat tournament on the PlayStation Hayden had brought with him.

After that, we went out and had a roam around the hotel area to see all the shops, rides and restaurants. Darcy took note of all the best ones and we'd planned to return later today.

Noah mentioned something about wanting to speak to me, and I assumed it had something to do with me looking awkward as hell yesterday when her 'relationship' with Brandon was brought up.

After the little tour of the island, Noah and I went out to lay on the beach and stayed up for hours, just talking.

She'd had a couple of drinks and told me that she still loved me. I knew she was just tipsy but it still sounded good hearing her say it again.
People always say the real you is the drunk you, because you're naive, honest, and more open-minded. But that's not the case with Noah. I'm sure it's different when you've been an alcoholic before.
Then again, who knows? Maybe she wasn't even drunk at all..

"Would you like another drink, sir?"
"No thank you. Je vous remercie."

"Are you one of those posh asses that can speak every language?" Oliver said before tipping his head back and downing the remains of his drink.
"No," I chuckled. "I took French at school, that's all."
"All I took was weed!" Chase said excitedly.

He was kidding himself. He'd tried weed one time at a party. One of our old friends snuck it in on campus and Chase was dared to take some. Needless to say, he nearly choked to death.

It was getting breezy. I decided to leave the others and go back to the hotel.

🌴🌴🌴

I reached our triple suite, and to my surprise, none other than Noah was there, raiding the kitchen.

"You alright there Chowder?"

She jumped.

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

She turned around, gave me a hellish glare, then sprayed a can of whipped cream from the fridge in my face.
In turn, I reached for the bag of flour on the worktop, pinched some, and threw it back in hers.

"Don't make me destroy you, Lawrence." She squinted.
"Give it your best shot."

She went back into the fridge for more ammo, while I dove under the kitchen table, stretching out in an attempt to grab food from the cupboard.

I lifted my head for a split second, and was hit by the most deady of all food fight objects - an egg.

In response, I opened the cupboard and found syrup, biscuits, pasta and more flour.