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THREE §

“Wake up, Prince! Wake up!”

I groan, rolling over to my side and pinning my face in between two sets of pillows just to drown out Liam’s noise. Even through the thick fog of sleep his voice is shockingly irritating. “Shut the fvck up.” The noise stops, silences, and then the pillow on top of me is yanked off. My eyes flick open. “What the hell?!”

“Ssshhhh,” Liam says, lips quirked impishly. “Theo’s sleeping in the other room. Wouldn’t want to wake him up.”

I glare, my eyes a little misty still. He's one to talk. “What. Do. You. Want?” I mold my words into steel, hard and heavy and compressed with hatred. I’d just get the answer right now than to prolong this situation.

“Well, I was getting breakfast and I just realized I forgot one little thing,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest and looking a little amused. “Cara had kindly asked me yesterday to buy some stuff from the grocery store—but that slipped off my mind. And, uhm, the refrigerator needs refilling if we’re to survive two weeks under the same roof. We can't depend on leftovers forever."

Confusion draws my brows close. “Then why did you wake me up?”

“I uhh,” he chuckles throatily, untangling his arms and raking one hand across his hair. Dishevels it. “I sort of, well, lost the list…?”

“And?” I ask, my voice edging with irritation. “Why did you wake me up?”

He shrugs. “I don’t cook so I don’t know what to buy.”

“And you think I know how to?” I can only maneuver through the kitchen with shallow instincts backed-up by my experiences when Mom was too mad to cook.

"I figured Cara would have left Theo under the care of somebody who knows how to cook. I mean, who he hell wouldn't? And since I can't cook for shit I thought you can," he explains, shrugging. "So get dressed. We have to get those grocery before Theo wakes up or he doesn't get any breakfast. The guilt would be on you."

"Wait, wait, wait," I say, "And what is we?"

"Us. You and I. Grocery. Together. Us." He shrugs. "What's the problem?" 

My lips part and I shake my head. "No. No.  You're not coming. It's just me, okay? You want me to go get grocery then I will. Just not with you."

Liam smirks, chuckles. Swipes one hand over his jaw. "What? You're walking? The store's ten blocks away."

"Give me your car keys."

He looks at me, a little surprised. "I'm not letting you touch my car.  No way in hell. I'll drive you there."

"Arse," I whisper, disgusted. I frown deeply at him as I fist the sheets beneath me, batting away the sleep still frosting the corner of my minds. I thread my fingers through my hair.

"You have drool a little to the left."

"Fvck you."

(***)

"I hate you," I whisper as we enter the grocery store. We have left with extreme precaution from the house, careful not to wake Theo upstairs. "If he wakes up before we get there I'll kill you."

"We certainly won't get there in time if you keep prodding me with empty threats, yeah?" Liam says, grins down at me. "Come on."

He grabs a basket from a counter and I follow him deeper into the store, weaving through the aisles until we reach the meat and vegetable section at the very back. There aren't much people today.