Is it possible to be so nervous about something to the point that you stand outside of their house and pace back and forth on their porch for over half an hour? Because I have yet to knock on his door and see his scowl.
I roll my eyes at myself, ever since our 'falling out' whenever I see Liam he is really happy and looks really hot that way. Then he looks toward me and I swear if looks could kill.
I take out my phone and open the messages between me and Liam.
ME: I'll come over to your house? For the project
LIAM: k
-36 minutes later-
ME: I'm outside
LIAM: k
Well, I guess I wait now.
Guess I wait some more.
I'm just going to ring the doorbell! I walk over and press the doorbell. I can hear it ring through the house. My phone buzzed.
LIAM: I'm coming, chill
Oh now I feel stupid!
ME: k
I smirk at myself for replying with the same dry energy. I hear the door lock click and I immediately stop smiling and put my phone in my pocket. Liam just steps out of the way and I just walk in. This is gonna be awkward.
"We are gonna work here."Liam says as he plops into a kitchen chair.
"K." I say and almost smile.
I think Liam noticed because I saw him roll his eyes and get up.
"I am going to go grab stuff. You stay here and get your things out." He walks away.
While he is gone I get the chance to look around his house. Well his kitchen and the front part of his living room. It's actually really nice. The kitchen is white with light grey countertops, an island with three chairs on one side and drawers on the other. Windowed cabinets(Which does help people who don't live there to know where things are). It also has a wide sink with a window view of the backyard. The stove looks very modern and almost vintage, but also looks like it's never been used its so clean.
From what I can tell of the living room, it has a large flat screen T.V., a large bookcase with: books(duh), small plants, and pictures. It is a really nice house. And his family obviously cares about appearance.
"Okay let's get as much done as possible so we don't need to see each other more than necessary." I jump at hearing his voice.
"Who knows. This might take longer than we expect." I say with a shrug.
"You know, you need to make up your mind. You like me, you don't like me, you like me, you don't like me. I don't need this." Liam said with a fierce tone.
What? I hav-"
"I don't need this. I have enough going on in my life. Let's just do the project and be done." He says, putting his notebook in front of him.
"Okay, well have you prepared any questions?" I ask. I know I haven't.
"Yes, but I'm not sure they are going to work."
The all about us project is apparently this assignment that everyone does when they have Ms. Nelson(even if they have had her more than once). She loves to torture us. Basically, we ask questions about each other, and visit the places we love most, and make a short skit being one another. Lame, I know.
"Just ask and then we'll see." I say wanting to know what he wanted to know about me.
"Uhm, any siblings?" I almost laugh. Remembering the only reason I need to change partners because of my brother.
"Are we talking biological or all the families I've been ats kids." I say with a smirk.
"Biological." He states. Not says, states. All matter of fact and stuff.
"I got a little sister and an older brother." I say, looking at the window above the sink, trying not to picture the last time I saw them.
In my mind, flashes of my little sister screaming for me pop up and I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head a little shoving the memory aside. Guess I'm gonna have those nightmare again.
"Next question." I say.
"Are you good?" Liam asks me.
I nod. He doesn't really need to know more than that. I just look at him and wait for his next question.
"Okay well, if you could have any superpower-"
Screw the project. I hadn't planned on doing this today, here of all places. All I know is in this moment I need to be close to him, And knowing from past experiences, he never gives up a smooch from me. I lean forward and softly peck his lips with mine and pull back ever so slightly.
And that's all it takes. Liam grabs the back of my head with one hand and puts his other hand right above my thigh. The kiss is so intense it reminds me of the kiss in the locker room. I lean my hand forward and realized it just did a swipe over his dick. I tense up, but Liam take it as a sign.
he unbuckles his belt and opens the button on his pants, (all while kissing me) and once he unzips, takes my hand and places it over his underwear. I know I blushing because I feel Liam smile against my lips with a chuckle followed by
"Don't get shy on me Evans."
I take that as an insult because I am not shy. I am bold and courageous and done scarier things than this. Feeling attacked by those words makes me want to prove just how not shy I really am.
I stand up and sit on his lap, then I rub my hand on his dick until it starts to rise. I then put my hand inside of his underwear and softly stroke his member until it reaches its pull potential. Then I break our kiss apart (which I held while I worked thank you very much) and slowly moved down to my knees(keeping eye contact! I loved it when girls did it, I had to use what I know) and I felt Liam put his hand in my hair. As I was about to deep throat his shit, we heard the lock on the door click and the sound of a door opening.
We quickly scrambled to get back to normal. Liam had more work to do then me, but I got up and sat down, grabbed my pencil and began writing nothing.
"Oh! Hey sweetie, tenemos invitados?" Who I am guessing is Liam's Mom.
"Si mama, para un proyecto. He won't be here very much longer."
"Hola, I'm Jake." I mentally slap myself, did I really say hola? Did I?
"Hola Jake. I am Liams madre. Mucho gusto." She smiles at me.
"Well, um thank you for letting me stay at your beautiful home, but I really must be going. My shift at work starts on 25 minutes. Adios!" I grab my things and bolt out the door before anyone can say anything.
Did I just say adios? At least I didn't hay hasta luego. I really should hurry though. Money isn't gonna make itself. I walk away thinking about how stupid I am. And how close I came to... Well, you know.