The Ticks of Time

Chapter 3

After my mom told me that I headed up the stairs to take a shower. I stripped the stained clothes and hopped in the hot shower. The hot water poured down my back as I shampooed my hair. When I got out of my shower I put on my robe, and walked into my room. I went to my closet and decided that despite my day, I wanted to look cute for this dinner. I really needed to apologize to Liam, I know that he was only trying to do what's best for me. I decided to wear a lilac romper that highlighted my tan legs. I did minimal makeup and curled my high ponytail.

"MEL, THE NEIGHBORS ARE COMING!" I opened my door, and headed down the stairs.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson." I said as I came down the stairs.

"Hello Darling, you look beautiful." Mrs. Thompson said.

"Oh thank so much!" My mom closed the door behind the two of them.

"Where's your son?" My dad asked.

"Oh he'll be here soon. He told us to go ahead and eat, he's had a rough day." Mrs. Thompson answered with her gaze shifting towards me and back to my dad. We walked over into the dining room where my mom had made chicken parmesan, salad, and garlic bread. Mrs. Thompson and Mr. Thompson sat by each other with my dad and mom on each end. We had just passed all the food around and were about to start eating when the doorbell rang.

"Mel, can you get that please?" My mom asked me. I got up from my chair and walked to the front door.
"Hey." Liam said obviously still unhappy with me.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

"I guess so."

"MEL, WHO WAS IT?" My dad yelled.

"I'll call you about it tonight." I said walking towards the dining room. We sat down side by side and I passed Liam the food. We ate dinner with only the adults talking and Liam and I answering the occasional question. Dinner wrapped up after about an hour and my mom told me to go get the dessert. I had made all the stuff for a trifle but hadn't put it together yet. I went to get the trifle bowl but I was too short. I walked into the dining room to ask my dad.

"Dad, can you come get this bowl down? I'm too short."

"Oh, that's okay Mr. Thompson, I can get it." Liam said getting up and following behind me. When we got in the kitchen I showed him which one and he got it.

"So you needed to talk about something?" He said looking at our countertops.

"I just really wanted to apologize for earlier. I was wrong and shouldn't have yelled."

"You think I'm mad because you yelled? I just wanted to help you, but you pushed me away."

"I know and I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Will you forgive me?"

"I guess so, Buttercup." He said while smiling. I rolled my eyes and finished up the trifle. When it was all done we went in the dining room with him carrying the bowls and me carrying the trifle.

"Oh that looks scrumptious!" Mrs. Thompson said. We ate dessert and helped clean up. Everyone was talking except for Liam and I.

"Hey Liam can I get some help with homework?" I said motioning upstairs, and he nodded.

"Mom, we're going upstairs so Liam can help my with my homework." We went upstairs and into my room.

"So you wanted to be alone?" He said with a wink.

"Shut up. I didn't think you wanted to be down there talking about business loans."

"Of course not."

"Then don't complain, Skippy."

"I'm not co-... Skippy?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"If you get to call me Buttercup, then I get to call you Skippy."

"I can live with that, Buttercup."

"Good."

"Your room is bigger than mine." He said looking around.

"Our house is bigger than yours."

"It seems smaller from my room."

"Well duh." I saw his gaze drift from mine to a shirt on my floor. He instantly shot up from my bed recognizing the shirt.

"I REMEMBER THIS SHIRT!" He said holding up the 'You can't mess with me, I have boobs' shirt.

"OH MY GOSH PUT IT DOWN." I said covering my face that was red from embarrassment.

"At least you admit it." He said still looking at the shirt.

"Ha-ha." I said with a blank expression.

"You look very beautiful tonight." He said out of nowhere.

"Um thanks?" I said while blushing.

"I'll compliment you anytime." He said with a wink. I didn't say anything, but threw a pillow at his head instead. We just laid there staring at my ceiling in silence before I broke it.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked him.

"Whatever color you're wearing," He said.

"What's your favorite class?"

"Whatever one I'm in with you."

"I'm being serious with these questions."

"I'm being serious with these answers."

"This is hopeless."

"My favorite color is blue because it's the color of the sky and whenever it rains for a few days everyone is so happy to see the blue sky." He said now staring at the floor. "And my favorite class is the one I have with you. I love any type of math. Not too many people know that about me."

"That's actually really cool."

"What about you?"

"My favorite color is lilac just because I like the color, and my favorite class is choir because I like to sing."

"Sing something for me."

"No, I don't sing in front of people."

"Why?"

"Because I just don't. I don't think I can sing that well."

"Well, I can be the judge of that is you'd sing something for me."

"I don't sing in front of people, Liam."

"Oh come on Melanie. Please?"

"I'll tell you what, the day all your pick up lines actually work on me, then I'll sing for you."

"Well That's one way to motivate a guy."

"LIAM, IT'S TIME TO GO!" His dad called.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you."

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Hey guys,

Guess who thinks she's getting sick? Yep, me! Anyway, here's the weekly update. It's kind of a boring chapter but it's a chapter. Have a good week!

~Meagan