*Trish's POV*
We landed perfectly at the Morrison's backyard and headed to the garage a.k.a. Max and Maxine's Laboratory, where we know the twins are waiting for us. Well, it looks like a garage but inside it's really a laboratory with many monitors, gadgets and stuff that looks user unfriendly it almost screamed "Don't touch me or else I'm going to detonate like woah!".
We barged right in and sat on the old black couch at the corner, well more like throw ourselves on the couch. It's not comfortable though because its skin is chapping off and the foam looked like it's been abused by a cat. The peeling couch skin make my thighs itchy. But who am I to choose?
"Don't know how to knock guys?" Max asked, sarcasm flowed smoothly like water from his mouth when he turned to us then he knocked three times on his wooden desk without taking his sarcastic eyes off us. I didn't bother to throw him a sarcastic remark since I'm pretty much tired to do so. Then he swivel back and started typing on his keyboard again.
Tip Tap Tip Tap...
I listened to the keyboards rhythm and looked at Liam who is sitting lazily by my side, his head leaning on the couch's head rest, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. And he's still wearing his mask. Poor Liam, he must be really tired from so much ass kicking and he still has a concert with his band later. Hey, we get tired too you know? We're not bionic or robots for your information.
I glanced at the glowing digital wall clock, it looks like we still have a few minutes to spare. I decided to let him sleep for at least 10 minutes. 15 minutes, max. We will arrive on the concert on time anyway. Also because I kinda feel guilty for forgetting about their concert. If I did somehow remember, it will be because of Louis, the love of my life. But don't tell Liam that! And let me rephrase that. It's because of Louis, the love of my existence... Ah, much better. Continuing... The love of my existence, the apple to my pie, the straw to my berry, the sugar to my coffee, my sunshine...
Okay, okay. I know you get it already! Is it wrong to be a little dramatic and in love?
I snapped back to reality remembering my best friend before I let my Louis and I fantasies take over. I shook my head to get Louis out of my mind. "Hey, Li." I poked his nose twice.
"Mmmhm?" Liam grumbled, his eyes still closed.
"Sleep on my lap?" I tapped my lap. Liam without any answer, lay his head on my lap.
"Thanks, love." He smiled then he reached for my cheek to pinch it. Then he dose off easily. Liam Payne fans out there don't kill me, I'm just a nice best friend that's all. I'm caressing his soft hair when I remembered Maxine.
"Oh yeah, Max, where's Maxine?" I asked while toying with Liam's hair using my fingers to roll some strands of his hair.
"She just-"
"No need to fear, Maxine is here! With pizza!" Maxine boomed while running around the garage/laboratory with her right arm stretched forward, her hand balled into a fist while holding the pizza with her left hand. "Wooosh!" She looked like.. she's copying me! Well, except for the silly catch phrase.
I gave her an evil glare like my eyes have laser beams, well lucky for Maxine because I don't have that kind of ability, but she suddenly stopped and muttered "Oh." Next thing I know she's dancing like a ballerina while humming loud "Lalala's", the pizza box raised above her head. She's Dee Dee alright.
"Shhhh! You'll wake Mr. Jed Striker here, Prima Ballerina!" I frantically whisper shouted while putting my index finger in front of my lips. Right now, I wish I have laser beams.
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