Always Be My Guilty Pleasure

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“Why were you cuddling me?” I asked as I started to eat my burger. He ended up making the burger for me, probably feeling bad because he thinks he made me feel uncomfortable earlier. Actually, he didn't. At all. I love cuddling with him. I was just hungry.

“We always cuddle, especially when we're having a deep talk. Am I correct?” He answered while taking a place in front of me.

“Don't play innocent, Williams. You were making food, then you suddenly sat next to me and pulled me into your arms. And you asked me to talk to you. I haven't told you anything yet before that!” I looked at him, demanding for an answer. A real answer.

There's a long silent until he finally rolls his eyes and opens his mouth.

“Ugh, do you really think that you can hide things from me? I know you fought with your father again, Liv. I'm sure you wanted to talk about that, that's why you ditch your first day of school and show up here. You're not ditching your first day just like that, as if it has no difference with the other days,” he finally admit.

I opened my mouth, but I close it again real quick. I don't know what to say. I mean, how does he knows me more than I know myself?

“Am I correct?” He looked right inside my eyes again.

“Yes, yes you are. Happy?” I raise a brow.

“No, of course not! How am I supposed to be happy when this little sister of mine keeps frowning all the time because of god knows what?” He frowned.

“Oh please, you already know.” I rolled my eyes.

“Not the details.” He stood up and walk to the kitchen, to get us some drinks I think.

And yeah, he came back with a pitcher of water and two bottles of coke.

“What kind of details do you need? I believe you already know everything, you creepy stalker,” I said in an annoyed tone.

“Yeah, like your problems are countable,” he said sarcastically.

“Fuck you.” I spat. But then I realize, how the fuck could he know that? I mean, I don't really think about that anymore. In fact, I came to his house because I hate being late on the first day and I decided to just ditch instead. Well, of course I still think about that a little bit and would like to share that with him, but it's three days ago. I can't look that sad. He must have known that from anyone else.

“Hey,” I called.

He looked up at me.

“Ugh, don't be annoying. I only have a question,” I said as I see he's not responding me with words.

“And what would that question be, sweetheart?” He gave me this big playful smile, probably some sort of sarcasm because I told him not to be annoying.

“How do you know I went through a fight with Dad again?” I asked.

“Well, you know that I'm such a nosy person when it comes to you and your life. It turns out that Jess knows that, so she told me everything.” He answered.

I widened my eyes, shocked. Jess is my younger sister. She's only ten but why does she acts like a sixteen years old gossip girl who can't keep their mouths close? Ugh. I'm definitely gonna kill her after I got home. Well, that is after Mom kills me for ditching school again.

“Everything like what?” I asked.

“Like you guys were fighting because you throw his charger to the wall and it breaks into pieces. You do that as a revenge because the other day, your father do the same thing to you, except ten times softer, and your charger was actually fine. He ended up chasing you with a waist band on his hand, ready to smack you whenever you're close enough. You finally make it to your room and lock your door while he kept trying to burst inside by shouting at you and banging the door until your mom woke up and scolded him for being a psychopath,”