Burning Desires

Ch. 28: I Want To Get Lost

Well I found my way to trouble 

I found my way to pain

Well but I'm so tired of trying 

To find my own way

"And yeah that's it," Liam looks over at Harry to tell him he can say something now.

"So let me get this straight," Harry sits up from his position on the couch where he learned that he had to start getting comfortable because it was actually becoming a long and detailed story.

And his legs were starting to ache.

"You like her because she kind of bend it over for you like a rap video?" Liam closes his eyes and shakes his head in an obscure way.

"Is that politically correct?"

"You know what I mean Liam," Harry rolls his green eyes. From this light they're almost a blue shade, kind of in a starburst effect way.

"What's your point?" Liam leans up taking a slice of pizza though it's a bit cold but eh, he's a guy. Usually guys don't care about eating cold pizza or anything of the sort.

Well maybe besides Harry.

"My point is, you just need to get laid and that students are becoming what my mother would say 'hot in the ass'," Harry wipes the grease from the pizza onto his hands and gets up to head towards the kitchen.

Liam shakes his head, chuckling a bit. "I don't think it's that simple, Haz."

"That's because you're not making it simple. It's like you want to like her or something," he opens the fridge door, bending down a bit to grab a Wild Cherry Pepsi soda can from the shelf that's on the door of the fridge.

It gets quiet besides the slamming of the refrigerator door and his classic time killer: whistling.

He immediately stops mid whistle though, when he realizes what's going on here.

He heads back into the living room. "Got dammit Liam!" He slams the Pepsi can on the edge of the coffee table beside the pizza box and a few magazines scattered around it.

"What?" Liam's voice heightens to this childlike voice where he may have been accused of something that was most likely true.

"You're actually considering being in a relationship with your student?!" The accusation and bizzareness of the situation curves around the tone of his voice.

To be quite honest, he's baffled at this.

He always would make accusations towards his friend but it never occurred to him that he could actually be right. Not something he would go around town bragging about.

"I don't mean to Harry!" Harry shakes his head worrying Liam that it might fall off. He wouldn't complain if it did.

Unfortunately the bastard would probably still be getting on his case, so that glorified thought is well not as glorious as he thought it would be.

"Uh uh, you gotta go," Harry shakes his head a few times again, grabbing his soda. He uses his index finger on the clip to open it with his thumb on the rim, hearing two popping noises and a sizzling noise from the bubbles erupting.

"Harry," Liam drops his slice of pizza in the box and leans back on the couch, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"No Liam, I'm not about to have the police breaking through my door for your dumb ass," Liam opens his mouth to protest but Harry quickly cuts him off.

"Do you see that front door?" He points to it, staring Liam down to make sure he looks. Liam stares at him for a few seconds, not wanting to play his games.