The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Thirty Six

Cassidy POV:
I hardly even came through the door when Liam railroaded me. "Hello," he greeted with a lazy smile. I was still holding a roll of fabric for my current projects.

I passed him one of my rolls and continued up the stairs, "walk and talk, Liam," I informed as he followed.

"You still on for the movie deal?" he asked.

I hadn't forgotten about it, but I hoped he would. I shrugged, "I guess."

He cut me off from walking any further up, "perfect, I've got four different movies," he informed showing me a bag he was holding. "You got popcorn?" he asked as I limbo under his arm and continued up the stairs. I shrugged, I didn't know if I had popcorn or not.

We made our way up to my apartment, and he managed to get in before I could close the door on him. While I put everything down he closed the curtains on my balcony and turned on a lamp in the dim lighted room. "Okay," he said as I leaned over from the back of the lounge to look at his choices, "I have sappy, bloody, funny and creepy," he informed showing me the choices.

What he meant was a romance, a horror, a humour or one about aliens.

"You basically described yourself," I replied.

He gave me a cheeky look, "so you think I'm funny?" he countered.

"I think you're annoying," I replied.

He smirked, "so, which one?" he asked.

I shrugged as I fell on my couch and rested my head on his lap as I looked at the titles, "why not all of them?" I asked.

He seemed to agree with me as we decided which would go first. We seemed to both be in for a laugh. I walked to put the DVD in as he raided my cupboard for some sort of food. I wasn't a big eater on my good days, so the only real entertainment food was ice-cream or cookies... which he somehow found.

He went back to look for more stuff as I bit down on a cookie, how did he find my cookie jar anyway?

He suddenly came over holding a bowl of marshmallows. Alright, he knew where my marshmallows were, he's been spying on me. "Why do you know where all my sweets are?" I asked annoyed.

He shrugged, "I just know you too well. Plus the back of the cupboard, the top of the fridge and the freezer aren't very good hiding places to begin with," he informed eating a marshmallow.

He jumped the lounge and grabbed the clicker, "you forgot the chocolate sauce," I countered stubbornly.

He shook his head as he pushed aside one of the ice-cream containers where my chocolate sauce stash was revealed. I folded my arms, "is your life work to push my buttons?" I asked annoyed by the fact he knew where to find my chocolate, which was actually hidden properly behind my broccoli in the fridge.

He smiled, "I know which ones to push," he replied with a dirty stare as he patted for me to sit next to him.

I rolled my eyes and smirked as I obeyed. I sat down next to him as he turned on the movie. "How did you know where all my stuff was?" I asked.

"Like I said, I know you too well," he informed, "like how you love chocolate and hate broccoli or how you only eat sweets when you're depressed or angry. You're not that hard to crack," he informed grabbing a can of whipped cream and squirting some in his mouth, he turned to me, "baby bird?" he offered holding it up. I rolled my eyes as I opened my mouth as he squirted some whipped cream. It was very sweet, but he stared at me as I attempted swallowing it.

"What?" I asked still swallowing whipped cream.

"I can just imagine so many other scenarios I would prefer rather than this one," he informed.