I slowly walked into the living room, being sure to not let the lemonade spill. Jaxon must of heard me coming because he then turned around to look at me.
I gave him a soft smile as he stood up and grabbed both cups from my hands and swiftly sat them down on the coffee table. I sat across from him on the love couch and tapped my fingers on my knees.
This was why I asked if he wanted a drink. The air was full of awkward tension so I just had to get out. Why did I even ask for him to come in? Oh yeah that's right, my subconscious turned into a girly girl and did the most cliché thing any girl could ever do when a guy drives her home.
"So where are your parents?" He asked. I was quite thankful for his conversation starter.
I let out a soft sigh, "Busy as usual. Out of town, not giving a damn."
Jaxon shook his head and looked down. A slight tug at his lips made me curious. Did I say something funny?
"What, what is it?"
He looked up at me and chuckled, "You've always been so blunt about things, Charlie."
I rolled my eyes, "Don't call me that. And what do you mean?"
"Well Charlie," he had a teasing glint in his eyes, "You never seem to care about things."
"Stop being so vague and tell me what you really mean."
Jaxon shook his head and looked at the wall across from him. It was clear that he didnt want to answer so I let it go and followed his eyes to the wall. On it were pictures of me and my brother when we were younger. It went in two rows; my brother on top and I on the bottom. It was like a timeline of ourselves growing up but they stopped when I was 14 and when my brother was 16.
I freaking missed Liam. He didn't deserve what he had coming, he really didn't. He was such an amazing person and brother.
Ha, I remember when he first taught me to skate. I was 10 and he came home with one of those girly design boards and took me to the local park. We went on the black top of the basketball court and that's how it all began. He showed me how to kick my feet off the ground and how to steer in what direction I wanted to go in. I even remember how I wasn't paying attention to where I was going when I had finally had the basics of skating down, and how I rode right into the pole of the basketball hoop.
Ever since then, Liam would take me to the court and continued to teach me the basics. Then when he finally thought I was basically a great ten year old pro, he taught me some cool tricks he knew. I miss him so freaking much.
"Charlotte, hey are you alright?"
I hadn't realized I had started to cry until I looked up to see a blurry figure. I blinked once and felt the tears trickle down my cheeks. I shook my head and wiped them away with the back of my hand.
I stood up and took a drink of the lemonade I brought in, "Yeah I'm good. Just a bit beat from earlier today."
Jaxon nodded and scratched the back of his neck. I could tell he felt a bit awkward and lost. So I let out a soft sigh and managed to smile a bit at him.
"But thanks for the ride again. I guess I'll see you around." He nodded again and said a small bye, then made his way towards the door.
Just as he was about to exit I called his name and he stopped to face me.
I glared at him, "You tell anyone that you seen me cry, I'll take this cup of lemonade that you didn't bother to drink and pour it in your mouth as you sleep."
By the way I saw his eyes go big and mouth agape, I knew he was imagining the picture in his head. Yeah, I knew he snored with his mouth open. He only smirked and looked down before meeting my eyes.
"Don't count on it Charlie." With that he winked and left my home, leaving me with my eyes wide and mouth hanging to my knees.
