60: hope, strength, and sex

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Monday came fast. After a whirlwind of planning with Emma, the time had finally arrived.

"Oh no." I sat on the bed, wracking my brain for an excuse.

"Oh yes." Emma threw clothes at me, "put this on. We have to go." She reminded me. "Call the boys!"

With a loud exhale, I found Liam's number and pressed talk. Here went nothing.

"Hey, I'm almost ready." He spoke up knowingly, "I just have to give the boys another wake up call." He chuckled as I groaned in anxiety.  "It's gonna work, Ailie Dawn. Your plan is fool proof."

I could practically see that lopsided goofy grin of his. The sudden urge to kiss it made me giggle into the phone.

"You're cute. Did you call Ash?" He asked.

"I don't think he'll come." I closed my eyes, shaking my head with frustration and concern.

Liam was quiet for a moment, "I wish I knew what was happening." He sighed worriedly. "If you knew anything, you'd tell me, right?"

I thought for a moment, "Only if it was something he wanted you to know. I wouldn't tell him your secrets so..." shrugging, I stretched and pulled off my clothes before dressing myself in the ripped jeans and loose shirt Emma tossed at me.

"I guess... I guess that's fair." Liam exhaled again, "I can't wait to see you. To kiss you." He mumbled softly, making my insides turn.

"I-Is that something you're going to be doing a lot?" I squeaked out, biting my lip anxiously—what did this mean?

We hadn't yet talked about it.

Liam chuckled, "I'll do whatever you want, pretty girl... but that's something that I'd really like to do again."

My cheeks were thoroughly flushed as I blurted it out, "I don't want a boyfriend. I mean. I can't have a boyfriend—it's too much. Right now, I mean. I just can't—"

"Ailie." Liam spoke up calmly through my rambling, "No labels. No pressure." He agreed.

"No labels. No pressure." I whispered back, releasing a breath of relief.

"I'll see you soon, pretty girl." He hummed before we hung up.

My head was spinning. How did I go from being the loser in the back, to the girl the quarterback was kissing?

Karma was clearly broken.

~+~+~

"I can't do this." I hyperventilated, my hands shaking as I stood at the closed door. "What of her condition gets worse—"

"She's going to be ecstatic. Stop giving yourself excuses." Emma elbowed me, eyeing me as I adjusted the frames on my face. "I'll meet you in the field."

"Right." I touched the door handle, turning it before pushing the door in.

Oh god. This was happening.

Stepping in I saw my sister sitting on the couch, the tv blaring the One Tree Hill theme song.

That was our show.

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