Chapter 2

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Liam strolled into the kitchen just before he let out a loud sneeze, dropping his papers from his hand to the floor as he let out another sneeze again. Mia's spoon jerked forward of the action making her spill some of her milk out of the bowl.

Mia sighed in relief. She wasn't ready for that at all. "Bless you." She said while Liam dropped on his knees to the floor, picking up his papers that he dropped just as he let out a whine.

"I didn't mark these and now there are messed up," Liam grumbled to himself as he was trying to see which one matches to the other one, creased the papers.

"It was five points, " he mumbled as he sat on the ground, papers on his lap as he started to count his fingers. Mia watched closely in her seat, her cereal long forgotten. "One, two, three, four, five, six-" Liam stopped counting his fingers on his hand when he realized something was wrong. "N-No, we don't have six fingers." He mumbled to himself.
Mia decided to speak up. "Liam, a-are you okay?" She asked softly.

Liam waved his hand in the air in dismissing. "I got this, " was all he said not looking at Mia before moving on what he was doing.

Liam decided to count in a different way just to be sure. "Thumbietot, lollipop, long man, cutie stand, and little winkie pinkie." Making Mia crack up a smile as she smacked her hand over her mouth to not laugh as Liam took this very seriously.

"Yes, that's right." Liam cheered when he got that right.

Liam was a boy that wasn't the smartest but neither was Mia. He was that very fun guy to be with never really takes anything seriously and just makes people laugh without him even knowing it. Liam was Liam, that guy Mia really questioned for his health.

"What do you have there?" Mia questioned as she went back to eat her cereal slowly as she tried to hold her eyes on Liam but a jab on Mia's cheek from her spoon made her break eye contact as she blushed realized that she missed her mouth.

"It's a speech to a girl named Maylee," Liam said proudly as he hassled up, gather his paper together in his hands before he effortless threw them on the counter as he went to the refrigerator.

Mia frowned at that action. "Didn't you talk a-about a girl named Ava?" Mia asked unsurely as she wiped her cheek with a napkin to get the milk off her cheek. Liam snorted from behind the refrigerator door. "Her name is Anna." He stated, sounding from Mia's seat that he was picking up something loudly up from the refrigerator.

"No, her name was Ava," Mia said again, knew dead serious that the girl's name was Ava. She knew because Liam talked about her yesterday. Liam peaked his head out and made a thinking face.

"Oh right. I'm probably thinking about someone else." He mumbled before he went back to the refrigerator making Mia anxious of how long he had held that door open. Mia decided to drop the subject there when she realized she didn't have anything more to say. Let's just say that Liam has a passion for flirting with everyone he lays his eyes on. But he's not that kind that takes them to bed, he just liked to talk- more like flirting kind of talks to everyone. That was his style.

Mia hopped off the barstool when she was done as she brought her bowl with her, patted to the open refrigerator door Liam had forgotten to close when he brought out a bottle of water before he strolled out the kitchen, and closed it.

Just as she put the bowl down the sink, Mia's mother came into the room holding her phone to her ear as she spoke to them and didn't even spare a glance towards Mia as she went straight ahead to one of the cabinet.

Mia's mother was a very busy woman, almost always wearing fancy dress pants with a white blouse on her. Always so fancy, and most importantly, always on her phone. She didn't do anything more than talking to her phone about serious business or something like that. Mia never knew what because her mother never told her and Mia was too scared to ask because every time she tried to talk to her mother whilst on the phone, her mother would scold at her to stop interrupting her. So Mia stopped trying eventually.

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