Faded Memories | lp

Chapter Fourteen

Chicken noodle soup?

Yes, definitely. I would know that smell anywhere.

I scrunch my eyes together then open them. I'm on the couch, but the atmosphere outside has shifted. The rolling dark clouds outside my widow definitely weren't there when I went I sleep.

"Morning Fred." Liam says, stirring the soup on the stove.

"Fred?" I question, sitting up.

"I guess you wouldn't remember." He sighs.

"No, I wouldn't." I say. I push the blanket away from my shoulders but immediately regret it. Liam's got a sweater and jeans on, I'm here in the bare minimum.

"Fricken cold." I mutter as I walk to my room to put some clothes on.

"I was just making dinner." Liam calls from the kitchen.

I answer from behind the closed door, "Wonderful."

"I thought you would think so." Liam sounds proud that he managed to warm up a can of soup.

I come out of my room with another layer of clothing on. That just shows how quickly the weather can change in Michigan in October. One second it's sunny and the next second it's threatening to downpour.

"Ooh! Bonus points for using the right bowls!" I say as Liam hands me a small bowl of the chicken-y goodness. I've grown to hate washing dishes, so whenever I can use disposable ones, I do.

He just smiles down at his bowl, as if remembering something that happened long ago.

"So I honestly don't know anything about you." I say while sucking a noodle up between my lips.

"I hear a game of twenty question coming."

"Me first, me first. Okay, um, hometown?" I ask.

Liam sets his bowl down and says, "Wolverhampton."

"Ooh, fancy." I say. I like that name, it sounds cool.

"I already know everything there is to know about you." Liam says, looking me dead in the eyes. I see a type of sadness under the happiness.

"Well then I'll just keep going." I suggest. He shrugs and gestures for me to continue on.

"Okay, um, tea or coffee?"

"Your tea." He answers without a moments hesitation.

"I just put the packet in the water, it's nothing special." I say while laughing.

"I know but it's just the way you do it, you have finesse." He says.

I ask so many questions I lose count, and before long the sun sinks below the horizon.

"Okay, last question, " I pause, thinking of a fitting last question, "Favorite AC/DC song?"

"Oh my gosh, you'll kill me but Back in Black." He pus his face in his hands and waits for my explosion.

"Highway to Hell? Shook Me All Night Long? Thunderstruck? Really, Liam, really?" I stand up and mockingly yell at him. He laughs and I gently smack his shoulder.

"I'm sorry!" He apologizes, running away from me as I swat his shoulder. We jog a few laps around my trailer before he locks himself in the bathroom. I pound on the door and hear him laughing.

"Boo you." I walk away and sit on the couch. He creeps out of the bathroom seconds later. His wide grin grows as he makes his way over to the couch.

"You need better taste in music." I sigh and lean back into the pillows.

"Well you need better taste in clothing." He shoots back, eyeing my sweatpants and T-shirt.

"Hey now, I didn't come to your house saying you looked like trash!" I jokingly exclaim.

"I didn't say that!" Liam says in defiance.

"You were thinking it." I say. I watch his eyes as he watches my lips. Half of me feels uncomfortable, the other half is smirking to herself.

I get my phone and put on some music. I tell Liam the background of the band and any fun facts I may know about the song. I don't know how I remember all this, it seems to just flow off my tongue.

I'm rambling on about Carry on my Wayward Son when Liam's eyes go to my lips again. I can tell he's dying to kiss them; he's dying for things to be like they were.

In a desperate attempt to make things right for him, I shut my mouth and kiss him.

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I literally wrote this at 3am so please forgive me