She rolled her eyes at the mention of her older sister. “I don’t think she says no a lot to her coworkers, I think we are the only one she liked to say no to.” She shrugged a little not exactly understanding why her sister felt the need to hang out with her coworkers, most of the ones Liv had a chance to meet where uptight, annoying and full of themselves. It was an image that in Liv’s mind didn’t fit Sabrina. “I just wished she actually found the time for us.” She shrugged a little, trying to hid how disappointed she was everytime Bri said no to them. Sometimes she got feeling that the only person Bri related to was Brandon. There were times Liv wondered if there was something going on between her sister and Brandon. Did they cross the line?
Liam was her friend, just like his roommate Brandon and she never thought that this line between friend and something more would get crossed by either of them. Looking from the side at the group of friends Liam and Liv were the ones with crazy ideas, often tagging along more careful and calm duo of Sabrina and Brandon.
For most of the times she rolled eyes at any advices either of the men gave her but the tone of Liam’s voice was warning and for a moment she was quiet, gathering the thought she didn’t know she had. They knew each other pretty well, saw themselves in all kinds of different situation – not only those happy and fun but also this most heartbreaking. He saw her thrown herself into work after her last relationship, he saw how she broke herself down with work. She knew her probably as good as her own sister knew her, as good as she allowed people around her to know her.
‘Perilous path’ was his own words and she had to agree with that. It was dangerous for their friendship, they could got burned but there was also this little voice nagging her ‘but what if they wouldn’t get burned?’ What if the foundations of their friendship was enough to start something different, something she was scared to name as all of her previous ‘episodes’ ended in flame.
Was she really ready to take the risk? And even if she was ready would he be ready to this as well? And what if it ended in flames?
She was glad when he spoke again, his voice anchored her in the world outside her own head. Another eye roll and laugh escaped her lips. Liv took a few steps forward and turned to face hi. She walked backwards like she often did when she was in company of Liam and Brandon.. “Oh believe me I’m sure I have better imagination than you.” She grinned cheekily. “But you can always prove me wrong.” She challenged him without any shame.
Liam shrugged. “I know it ‘s a terrible thing to say, but,” he trailed off, running a hand through his short hair. “We’re friends, and you’re family. We’re sort of,” he fished for the right word to describe it. “Expected to always be there. It’s easier to take us for granted.” He tried to explain. Liam came from a privileged background, so, he had been born in the world Sabrina was attempting to enter. He spent his childhood running through the skirts of snobbish bitches who pretended not to mind in order not to upset his mother. It was a world made out of fake people and false pleasantries to maintain appearances. Liam could understand the appeal, though he had tried to speak to Bri about how much she was sacrificing to be a part of something that wouldn’t be worth the effort, Bri was way too stubborn, so, he was aware she would have to come to that conclusion on her own. “Don’t give up on her. One day she’ll come to her senses and realize what she’d been missing. Meanwhile, you got us!” He smiled.
Liam knew he couldn’t have been more thankful for the set of friends he had made. Unlike the people he had met in school, what they had going on was never about possessions or who had the most money. In the beginning, Liam even hid the information from them, fearing they would treat him differently for it. It all came out when his mother first came to visit him. He spent most of the time she was there worrying about the possible outcome of it, and when they just teased him about being, in Bri’s words “posh”, he was convinced they were a group of keepers.
They walked side by side on the sidewalk. It was that strange hour in the evening when it was neither early nor late, and bypassers had either called the night and were heading home, or were just about to enter a party. He eyed Liv curiously, wondering what made her go silent all of a sudden. She wasn’t the kind of person who often did that. “You’re either giving what I just say some serious considering, or you just came up with some brilliant concept for a game. Which one is it?” He inquired. Part of him hoped it was the latter because if it was the first, it might mean opening a door to something entirely unexpected.
Out of one thing, Liam was positive, if anything happened, there would be consequences. Whether the outcome would come for the best or not, he didn’t know, but it could destroy everything they had ever known.
He saw her move to the front, and by the lopsided smile she displayed, Liam could recognize that she was up to something, almost as if he could see the gears turning inside of her brain. “Creative? Maybe not.” He shook his head. “But I know how to make something juicy,” Liam wiggled his eyebrows, allowing her to interpret the sentence however she might.
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