Knocking on my Door

Chapter 14

The next morning, as I try to sit up I feel a tug on my left hand. I look to my left and see Liam, sitting on the floor, fast asleep. My sleeve is stuck to his silver bracelet. Probably why I got tugged when he moved. I looked at him as he slept. He looked exceptionally cute. Boys always did. But then they woke up. His nose twitched a little as he slept leaning against my bed frame.

I lean over to untangle my sleeve, trying not to wake him us. I make as much use of my short fingernails, but my sleeve is really stuck. I push my long, tied, blond locks to the other side as not to wake him up with it. I struggle more to untangle it.

"OK there?", A voice said, making me jump. It was Liam of coarse. His usually low, smooth voice was groggy and crumbly. He cleared his throat.

"Yea my sleeve is just stuck...", I trailed off. He smiled a kind smile to me, which reminded me of how John always smiles at my mom.

"Let me help you with that." I moved back and watched his tanned, clever finger successfully untangling my shirt. "I'm just going to go down before the boys wake up." he says, leaving my room. I watch my closed door, from which he left.

Brrriiinnnng!!! Brrriiinnngg!!

I jump at the sound of someones phone. Not mine. I look around and find the phone that's ringing. It's Liam's I think. I look at the phone screen and see an envolope on it. I touch the envolope reluctantly, but don't read the message.

I run down the stairs and find Liam getting ready to make pancakes.

"Your phone, you left it upstairs."I tell him, handing the phone to him.

"Thanks, Love", he says. As he takes the phone from my hands, our fingers brush lightly. For some reason, it makes me tingle. Once again, I blame it on never being close to a boy before. Well except Jerome.

I close the door behind me as I exit, heading out to check the mail. I step out and empty the mail box. A post card from Peggy, who's in Chad, Africa doing charity work. Not just for the summer, she's going to be there for maybe ever. There's a letter from the UL and some junk mail.

I go back inside and set down everything in the living room. I'm about to open the TV and sit down, but I hear little whispers from the kitchen. I look into the little crack in the door.

"Simon, you promised." Liam is saying in the phone. "You promised they wouldn't find us. You promised it wouldn't happen again." He stopped for a moment to listen to what Simon had to say.

"Are you sure?", Liam asked, "Fine, we're counting on you." After that he hung up. What's going on?

I step in the kitchen. Liam's eyes are close as he worriedly mixes the Pancake mix... for the second time. On the stove a pancake is burnt and about to cause a fire. I rush over to the stove and push Liam out. I flick the stove button off. I accidentally let my hand get touched, making a small burn mark there.

"Ouch!", I say, as it starts stinging. Liam comes rushing in straight away.

"What happened?", Liam asks, worried. "You should've told me to turn it off Angel, you weren't tall enough." He grabs my hand, drags me to the sink and pushes my finger under the cool water. I sigh as the pain starts to wash away. "You are really stupid". Liam says. If he had said in a tone the wasn't worried, I would have kicked him in the shin, but I let it slide, because this is exactly what anyone else would've said.

"It's OK, Liam," I say, trying to calm him.

"No it's not! Because I was lost in thought, I nearly caused a fire and you could have gotten badly burnt!"

"But I didn't." I laugh at his care. He looks up at me and drops my hand into the sink, making it hit off the sink. I flinch as it hurts. I take my hand back.

"Are you OK?", I ask him, "You seem a little worried."

"I'm sorry," he sighs. "It's nothing," he says. However he doesn't look me in the eye when he says this, meaning he's lying. 

"Can you look me in eye and say so?", I ask to be sure. He turns so quick that I think his neck cracks. He stares at me as if I asked him to jump off a cliff. He smiles at me and changes the subject.

"Shall we continue to make pancakes?", he asks. I smile.

"Of coarse, we shall," I say in a very bad posh voice. He bursts out laughing and makes more pancake mix. (The other one went dry).

I mix it in the bowl, but I have a feeling I'm doing it wrong. The mix is looks way too dry.

"Am I doing this right?", I ask Liam. He looks at me and bursts out laughing. I turn my head sideways, confused.

"I'm sorry, you just have a little bit of the mix," he stops ands looks around. "Well everywhere." I leans over to take it out of my hair. At that moment, everything freezes.

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Hey guys, I have a task for you. I learned two quotes in the book I'm reading.

1. Those who are heartless, once cared too much.

2. If you take a step back and look at your imperfect life, you will realise how imperfectly perfect you life is.

Now the task: I need you guys to make up a situation, where I can use this. It can be anything. Just as long as it goes along the plot. The persons I like best will get the next chapter dedicted to them. Remember: no idea is a bad idea. Feel free to use all the characters. Even Lizzie and Peggy. (If u remember who she is).

¬TheSpiritOFLove