Run With Me Again

Chapter 6

Months later & School ended for summer, IDK ABOUT SCHOOLING IN THE UK! D:

Every time Liam and I hung out, he was always talking about the X-Factor somewhere in our conversation. I was kind of annoyed with talking about it, but I kept quiet and pretended to be happy for him anyways.

"It's going to be so cool! Can you believe it? Next week I'll be singing for Louis Walsh, Simon Cowell, and Cheryl Cole! And then if I win, I'll be in music videos and have platinum albums!" Liam cheered as he ran with me one day in the morning.

"Yeah. I guess."

"What if I won a Brit? Wouldn't that be awesome?"

"Mmhmm."

"Or when I come-"

"-Liam, are you going to forget me?" I suddenly interrupted. Ugh, I sound so stupid! Why did I say that? I seem like I'm being clingy.

"Why would I forget you? You're one of my best friends! I'd probably miss you for the most part." Liam said which made me a little warm and happy on the inside.

"I don't know. It's just weird, the whole idea. My best friend is famous and I'm just little Ade. Nothin special, unless you became extremely popular and girls started knocking on my door to interview me or something."

"Oh, you're special alright. There are times when you act special." Liam laughed. I gave him a light hit as we ran.

After we got at the end of the pathway we both stopped and sat down next to each other. Somehow our eyes met and weird things happened. Maybe it was our fourteen year old hormones, because we both leaned in towards each other. Our faces were inches apart and I had butterflies in my stomach. Those butterflies shouldn't be there. Liam slowly raised his hand to my cheek as he kept his eyes on mine, and my heart was racing. I felt his finger brush against my cheek.

"You have a speck of dirt your cheek." he said as he shook the dirt off of his hand. 

"Oh! Um yeah, thanks..." I said and snapped out of daydream. (Whatever you call it that I was feeling)

"Let's head home now." Liam said and we started to walk home side by side.

What was I thinking? Of course he wasn't going to kiss me! He was just doing a friendly gesture by moving the speck of dirt out of my face. I still think Mikey is still asking him for help. I was one of his best friends, which meant Mikey was his other best friend. Liam couldn't have liked me because he was helping Mike out with me.

This is probably just a small little crush and I'll get over it soon. I can't like Liam anyways because it was pointless and when he gets famous there will be lots of pretty girls that he can choose from.

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"Um, Mikey? What are you doing here?" I said as I stood at my front door with the door opened, leaving space only for my body. The tall blonde boy looked nervous as he stood on my front porch and held a flower in his hand. What the heck is he doing here? How does he know where I live?! This is a little creepy.

"I uh. I er. You dropped this..." he said and stiffly stuck out a freshly picked flower for me.

"I never had this in my possession, how could I have dropped it?" I said as I stared blankly at the flower. I felt guilty for sounding harsh as soon as I saw Mikey turned around and slap his forehead with his right hand.

"Um. Well it's for uh, y-y-you...." Mikey said and tilted his head towards the floor and still stuck his arm out for me to get the flower.

"Uh, thanks Mikey. That's really um, considerate of you." I said as I accepted the flower awkwardly. His face instantly lit up and he blushed.

"Y-you're welcome." He stuttered out.

"So, uh how did you find out that I lived here?" I finally asked.

"Uh well, Liam told me you lived here." Mikey said awkwardly and blushed. Of course Liam would have.

"Oh...well thanks for the flower again. I have to go."

"You're welcome, and good bye..." Mikey said and I closed the door. I could hear him yell at himself outside and call himself stupid repeatedly. I looked at the flower and frowned, realizing it was plucked from my mom's flower bed.

Since I have nothing else to do, I pressed the flower and framed it. I hung it on top of my bed's head board and wrote Mikey on it. (Lame, I know, but later I'll wonder how the heck I got this flower and forget that it happened) My room now has a more natural vibe to it.

I wonder how long this Mikey situation will last. Let's not hope long enough.