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Why Can't We Be Friends

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SPOV

"How many will it be?" the perky blond hostess asked, eyeing Liam down.

I'd never paid much attention to how high Liam scored on the hotness scale before. I suppose this is because I knew his sexual preferences the moment I met him. But now that the hostess was being so obvious about checking him out, I took the time to look too.

I have to admit, he's a good looking mother fucker. With his flawless dirty-blond hair, clear pale skin, baby-blue eyes, and naturally ruby red lips. He worked out daily -he says he needs to keep the guys happy and coming- so he's disgustingly in-shape.

But don't tell him I said this, let us not stroke his already humongous ego.

"Two and a fourth," I told the waitress. Liam rolled his eyes, and I chuckled as she tried to make sense of my words.

"A fourth?"

"I'd be grateful if you didn't make fun of my friends for not being built the same way as everyone else. It's not cool and it's not appreciated."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean- but a fourth?"

"She's just messing with you honey. Don't be offended, she does it to everyone. It's her only talent, It'll be two," Liam shot her a sympathetic smile.

"Okay," she said, but still sounded confused. "It'll be about a twenty minute wait." Liam gave her a nod and walked me over to the bench like I was a mental patient.

"Serena, you really shouldn't do that to people," he sighed, but then smiled. "Although it is quite entertaining, and I don't know what I'd do if you stopped."

"I have no idea what you're talking about Liam," I smirked.

"Uh huh." We shared a light laugh for a few moments.

"Serena!" I turned at the sound of my name. Standing in front of me was the whole Adam\Jackson bunch.

Fuck. Me.

"Pedro! Fancy meeting you here!" Clint's voice could be heard across the entire restaurant.

"Uh huh." Except this time those two words didn't sound so funny.

"What happened to your eye?" Justin asked abruptly. Liam smiled at me deviously.

"Sersie had a little altercation with a very upset lady." Upon hearing this, Clint started booming with laughter.

"Serena Thompson! Just look at you!" This came from the midget\mouse, otherwise known as Heather. She threw her tiny little arms of steel around me.

As gently and slowly as I could I pulled them off.

"Um no offense, but this is my personal space," I said, pointing to the air around me. "That is your personal space," I said, pointing to the air around her. "Respect that."

"Table for two and a four- I mean table for two!" the hostess called, her face flushing at her mistake. Liam and I began to laugh, causing her to glower intensely.

"Well that's us…nice seeing you," I stated awkwardly, grabbing Liam's hand to lead him elsewhere "Good day!"

"NO!" Justin shouted. He cleared his throat. "I mean, we should all sit together, and catch up."