Not So Innocent (EGASS sequel)

Chapter 8 - Lili

Chapter 8 - Lili

“Lizzie!” I watch the TV screen for a second, and then face my friend who’s playing the worst game of Tennis on the Wii with Brett ever. “I guess it’s seriously impossible for you to hit the ball, then?”

“Stop complaining,” She whines playfully back, “I’d like to see you do any better. This guys a master.”

I look around the room and the amazing job we did with it. It doesn’t even look like Brett’s just moved in; it seems and feels like he’s been here for years. And whilst the boy’s camp down on the sofa’s for the night, we’re in my room playing on the Wii I installed for those particular boring times when Noah won’t let me do anything for multiple days on end. I look back at Liz with one of my ‘Lili’ smirks written over all my features.

“Bring it on.”

I turn to face Brett at the same time as he looks at me, “Do you really think it’s that good an idea?”

“Don’t you dare,” I point a finger right in Brett’s face, but my eyes are full with humour, and he can see that, “Turn into another Noah. I already have one of him, and one is plenty to last me a lifetime.”

“Brett,” We all turn to face Gabby who’s stretched out on my bed, laid on her front with her iPod headphones in one ear. “Just play with her. She’ll go crazy if you don’t. You do not want to see that girl stressed.”

“Yeah,” I turn to face Liz, and I know before another sound escapes her lips, exactly what she’s about to say. “We had this business day at school once, and she got so stressed, she started bossing people around.”

Gabby interrupts with a quick, “She practically ignored me the whole time I was trying to calm her down,” and Liz finishes with, “I think we all learnt our lesson that day.”

“C’mon then Lil,” I think vaguely of Noah downstairs and make a pact with myself that after this game I’ll kick everyone out my room and talk to him. I don’t like being in a fight with him, even if he is the one that needs to say sorry first. Yet with Noah’s personality, he’d never do that, whether he loved me to the end of the world and back, or not. “I’m going to whoop your ass.”

As I push the living room door open, I notice how dark it is, and how obviously all the boy’s, still angry, are trying to prove a point that they’re not budging on what they think about Brett. However, after tonight, when I’m done with Noah, no matter how many arguments we get through, he’ll have been the one who had lost them all.

“Noah,” I call out his name, but silence follows. “Noah, please talk to me.”

I take a step further into the darker living room, but no more than that, scared of the way I seem to trip over everything, especially when I’m not used to the new house yet, even though we’ve been living here for a while now.

“Noah, I know you’re angry, and that. But your girlfriends pregnant here, and she’s tired of fighting with the father of her baby.”

“Our baby,” A voice grunts in reply. “Our baby, it’s our baby.”

“I want to talk.” I state, and then rewording it, I ask, “Can we talk?”

“No, Lili. Now go to bed.”

A voice from somewhere else interrupts when I’m just about to argue back. “Dude, at least your girl came down to try and make things up,” It’s Logan. Even with all the fights with Gabby. He’s the one who takes the hits hardest. “Just give her the chance to speak. She deserves it.”

“What do you want?” I glance at Noah’s face as he pulls back the covers of my bed for me to climb under. I reluctantly do so, but grab his hand from the quilt as he goes to remove it.

I squeeze the hand in mine slightly, “I know we all got angry at you, but what you did was stupid? What do you think was going to happen? Listening into us like that, Noah, its wrong on so many levels, what was running through your head?”

“You were in his room, Lili,” I can see the anger spark in his eyes, and grow in his tones. “I think you know what was running through my head at that point.”

“God, Noah.” I guess he can see the anger in my eyes too, because his soften slightly at the action. “I’m pregnant, with your child. I love you. I couldn’t even think of doing anything close to touching any other guy, and you think,” I pause, “God, Noah.”

“Lili-“

“How,” I drop his hand, and let my head fall back onto the pillow behind me. “How could you even think that of me?”

I can feel the bed beside me lower, and I know it’s because of the extra weight now been added. Arms wrap around my back, and then something warm touches the bare skin where my tops ridden above my stomach. His hands caress the skin there, feeling the small bump already showing as he whispers in my ear, “I love you, Lil. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was stupid. Forgive me?”

And that was exactly what I wanted to hear, as I close my eyes, and move closer in to the one, and only, boy I’ve ever really loved.

“It’s good to see you two have made up,” Liz’s voice travels to Noah and me, as we walk into the kitchen together. I notice Gabby and Logan sat together, and Joe and Liz. I have no idea where Brett is, but I’m guessing he’s avoiding this situation completely, giving us all the chance to talk before he appears, and I’m surprising grateful for that. “I knew you wouldn’t last long.”

I take a seat at the table with a simple sleepy reply of, “Look who’s talking.”

“Joe told me what you went down to do, and came to see me only minutes after. I heard other footsteps coming up the stairs a while after,” I glance to Gabby and Logan again, “But didn’t really notice. Joe and I were-“

“Too much information,” Gabby exclaims, humour in her voice. And even though I know inside she hasn’t fully forgiven Logan, the look on her face as she glances over him can only be described as showing one thing. The thing both Noah and I, and Joe and Liz have too.

Noah reaches into the cupboard above my head, and pulls out a box of cereal. Taking that as sign that our ‘old’ friends moment is over, I shout as loud as I can, “Brett, breakfast is ready.”

Liz looks around confused, “I don’t see any breakfast.”

I point at the box Noah’s holding and she just smiles in reply. She knows I don’t mind cooking, but I’ve never, and will not be for a while, a morning person. I guess I’ll have to be soon though, when the rascal growing in my stomach comes. I’m just hoping he grows up to be nothing like Noah. Now that will be one hell of a child to try and tame.

Something sounds at the end of the hall and I know, instantly, it’s the postman. I jump up from my seat straight away and head out the kitchen door. I hear Brett come down the stairs and then I see his form head towards the post. I speed up a little and then shout, “If you like life, you won’t touch that.”

He turns to face me with a smirk, so I add, “I wouldn’t mess with the woman with the bump.”

Brett holds up his hands in a surrender position and walks past me towards the Kitchen. I carry on towards the envelopes now on the floor by the door. I hear people outside and wonder how, through all that paparazzi, the postman still manages to deliver our mail.

I search through the papers, but then stop at one with the logo of the studios on it. I rip the back open in less than two seconds, and then open up the slip of crisp white paper that’s inside, reading over it quickly. A smile appears on my face as I reach the end, and I know it’s giant, the biggest I’ve worn for a while.

“Guys,” My voice echo’s around the house, and without waiting for a reply, I shout, “We have the date for the tour. We hit the road in a week.”

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(Author's note)

So this was going to be a birthday update. But I wrote it. And decided that it's an official 1 hour early birthday update?! Haha. Alex, you've got to love me for writing this tonight. I'm not even tired.

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