Little Unspoken Moments in a Teenage Love Story. PT 1
The both of us stare wordlessly at the jersey that I had brought over for him to try on. He'd have to take his top off in order for him to try on the jersey, a fact which hadn't escaped either of us.
It's not the first time I've seen him with his top off. Last Summer, our friends went to the coast for the day and we went swimming in our underwear because we had forgotten to bring swimsuits. That was the first time. This is the second time. Except this time it's different. We weren't dating the first time. We are now.
I glance over at him, seeing his doe-eyed expression as his cheeks slowly turn light pink. He was already looking at me.
I turn my gaze to my bag as I pretend to be searching for something. The bag is empty. We both know this.
From the corner of my eye i see him lift his shirt above his head and put it down beside the other one. I lose control of my actions as I turn my head to look at him, very unsubtly.
The sight I was met with didn't make my knees go weak with attraction. Infact, I felt endeared more than anything.
My boy stood there, shirtless, his hands slowly grasping the fabric of the jersey infront of him. His body was pale and skinny, his chest and shoulders covered in acne, with more ribs than muscle, and a faint line of brown hair trailing underneath his belly button.
To me it was an image of perfection, and one that brought me back to Earth.
As teenagers in this day and age, we are contantly tasked with appearing to look and act like adults. It is something that is equally forced upon us and that we take upon ourselves.
There was something about the way he stood there for that second, or two, incredibly insecure looking but his body looking so unapologetically like the 16-year-old boy that he is, that made me feel so calm.
We have the rest of our lives to look like adults and think like adults and be adults. But, for now we are still kids. Two kids who loves eachother so much more we ever thought possible.
"So how do I look" he asked then, with the jersey on.
Gracie sat on the sofa, her stomach churning worriedly as she watched Darry pace around the living room. It was 1am and Ponyboy still hadn't come home.
Over the past hour, Darry's emotions went from annoyed to worried as he called just about everyone possible: Neither Steve or his mom had seen Ponyboy, Two-bit's mom didn't even know where her own son was and there was no answer at all from the Shepherd's residence.
Apart from speaking on the phone and the occasional muttering of "I'm gonna kill him," Darry had said barely anything since Sodapop had come home. Gracie sighed, she watched him as he sat in his arm chair, staring blankly at the wall.
It killed her seeing him like this, but she knew that he had reasons to worry. The socs seemed to be getting more violent by the day, not to mention if the police had caught Ponyboy doing something even slightly out of line, both him and Sodapop would be sent off to a boy's home somewhere. Darry wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happened.
She glanced over at Sodapop, who had fallen asleep beside her on the couch a few minutes ago. His snores were getting increasingly louder as he drifted further to sleep. Gacie shook his shoulder lightly, which caused him to shoot up from where he was slouching into the couch cushions. "Hmm! 'M awake, m' awake" he mumbled.
"Soda you should head up to bed. You're dozin' off just sitting there," Gracie spoke softly to him, taking the blanket that hung off the back of the sofa and pulling it around her shoulders.
"Is- um- Ponyboy home?" Soda's words slurred together in his still-sleepy state. He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to focus his vision as he scanned the room for any sight of his younger brother.
"No, not yet," Gracie sighed. Her eyes glanced up at the clock, which hadn't changed since she had checked it not even a minute prior, before they landed on Darry, who was still zoned out staring at the wall.
Sodapop followed her gaze to look at Darry too. He had been too busy worrying about Ponyboy that he hadn't even thought of the argument that would occur when his kid brother eventually did return home.
"I think I'm gonna wait it out here," he took a deep breath, along with a decided nod. Sodapop slouched back into the couch and it wasn't long before his quiet snores could be heard once more.
Gracie stood up from where she was sitting, pulling the blanket tightly around her shoulders as she let out a silent yawn. Noticing her actions, Darry stood up also "If you wanna go home, I'll walk ya. It's dark out,"
Gracie let out a weak chuckle at the fact that he was offering to walk her home when she lived right next door. "Very chivalrous of you, Superman but I'm just going to make tea," she spoke, slowly trudging towards the kitchen. "I wouldn't be able to sleep at home anyways, with Ponyboy still out,"
The sound of Gracie filling the kettle broke the silence that had filled the house. She yawned as she lit up the stove and put the kettle on one of the burners. In her opinion, tea could solve almost everything.
Hearing the floorboards creak behind her, Gracie turned to see Darry leaning against the doorframe between the living room and the kitchen with his arms crossed. He was wearing blue jeans and a open shirt, rolled-up at the sleeves over a plain white tee-shirt. He looked good, he always looks good she thought.
"Are you having some?" she asked, nodding over to the boiling kettle as she turned to take a mug out of the cupboard.
"No, I'm fine," Darry responded simply before walking over to her. He noticed how she was still wearing her Drive-In work uniform: a short-sleeved white button up under a red pinafore, which was old and stained with butter.
"But if you insist on waiting here with me then you might wanna change your clothes because I gotta say, you don't look very comfortable," he added as he came to face her.
Gracie looked down at her clothes. He was right, it wasn't comfortable at all. The polyester was itchy and it was too tight under the arms, probably due to the fact that she has worn the same uniform since she started working at the Drive-In in her junior year of high school. However, she is far too stubborn to buy a new one because she would be quitting her job there soon enough.
"What about-" she looked over at the kettle boiling on the stove.
"I'll make your tea for you, it'll be ready by the time that you get back," Darry cut in, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
Gracie nodded, with another yawn as she started to move away from the stove. "Alright, but-"
"Take the teabag out before I add the milk, yeah I know," Darry finished her scentance once more, from where he was standing with his back to her. "I've known you all my life, Gracie. I know how you take your tea,"
Smirking, Gracie crossed her arms as she looked at the back of Darry's head. "Acctually Mr.know-it-all, I was trying to say that if Pony comes home while I'm gone, don't lay it on him too badly alright?"
Darry let out a huff as he turned around to her once more, tongue in his cheek. "I'll try," he muttered, begrudgingly.
"Hmm," Gracie glared at him for a moment before nodding. She knew that it was the best that she was going to get out of him.
"And don't ever interrupt me again Curtis, ya hear?" she threatened jokingly, with a shadow of a smile on her face. To this Darry let out a chuckle as he turned back around.
"Yes, ma'am,"
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Darry looked at the clock for what felt like the hundreth time that night. It was nearing 2am and there was still no sight of Ponyboy. He let out a sigh and turned his gaze towards the couch.
There, Gracie slept peacefully with her feet rested in Sodapop's lap. She had drifted off not long after she returned from her house, changed into some pyjama trousers and a loose jumper. Her half-drank cup of tea had long since turned cold in it's place on the coffee table infront of her.
Darry stood, silently walking over to where she lay. He leaned down to adjust her blanket so that it covered her body fully, shielding her from the draught that constantly seemed to find it's way into the living room.
He then brushed a piece of hair away gently as he studied Gracie's face. While she slept, Darry noticed that she looked exactly as she did a few years prior, back when they were still in school. Her expression was free of any worry or stress and she looked as if all of her resposiblities and pressures had just been a bad dream.
Infact, the only proof of the past year and a half was the dark circles which seemed to be permenantly burned into her under-eyes these days. As much Darry liked to argue with Gracie about her work hours, he couldn't really talk as he also worked him self to the bone.
He sighed once more, his eyes remaining on her sleeping figure as he stood up fully. Only tearing his gaze away when he heard the door opening from behind him.
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Hi Guys!! I am trying to slowly but surely get back into writing again. In order to do that, i need to focus on one thing at a time so which story do you guys want updated first?
pulling myself out of the longest writing slump I have ever been in (a good 4 or 5 months) because the characters that I have created deserve to have their stories told
Can Before Us be continued? I just found it, as well as your blog in general, and I love it.
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I have seen that my Louis Tomlinson works have been gaining a lot of attention recently (probably due to the resurgence in the 1D fandom atm) and I am so glad I have written some of my best unpublished work with Louis as my muse. For the past 3 months i have been in what seems like an u breakable writing slump and i havent even been able to type a single word in any of my WIPs. If you guys have any way to get my motivation flowing then pls do bc I am afraid that my following is gonna die if i don't write something soon 😭
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Yes, the series is ongoing (I apologise for the long asf break). I have intense writers block but the next chapter is in the works and I always seem to fall back into my HP phase around Autumn anyways so expect a good few updates in the next couple of months x
i miss comfy louis at a random gas station in the united states with soft cinnamon swirl hair and socks but no shoes while picking up a copy of love actually for him and his bf to watch back on the tour bus even though it was the middle of summer
thats what you get for sleeping with the enemy x 90s!liam
pairing: 90s liam gallagher x reader
word count: 935
warnings: none
alright i wanted to write this concept again (wrote it on hessohigh) cause this oasis line is so fucking hot. and the prompt that liam is jealous of damon and secretly in love with you is just *chefs kiss*
i hope ill get back into writing longer better written things but lmao i hope this little fic is fine for now
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I had definitely seen Liam upset before, but it had never been directed at me. The atmosphere was as cold as the beer he had just handed me. Not a word had been spoken, not even a greeting at the door.
I let out a short laugh at his weird mood as I followed him into his kitchen.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” he finally spoke and turned around abruptly, leaning against his counter as he drank from his bottle and looked away.
“Is Noel being a dick again?” I pouted excessively, trying to gain, at the very least, eye contact. It seemed a grin or a chuckle was too much to ask for at the moment.
“No,” Liam snapped and began studying his bottle in detail. I watched him twist it around in his palm and pretend to read the label with a lowered head.
“Liam, I can leave if you don’t want me here,” I chuckled again, starting to feel really odd about standing in the middle of his kitchen with an ice cold beer in my hand and an even colder Liam in front of me.
“No,” he said quietly, his neck seeming to have grown stiff in its lowered position. I stayed for a moment in silence and waited for an explanation. I figured he wasn’t going to give one, but then he spoke again.
“I know where you’ll go if you leave.”
“Liam, can you look at me?” I asked in a slightly annoyed tone. He listened to me and looked up finally. It wasn’t much help though, as his face was emotionless and impossible to read.
“I would probably go back home,” I laughed, still confused.
“You’d go to Damon’s,” Liam said at last.
A small chuckle bubbled inside me, purely at the absurdity of the situation. There were many things I couldn’t wrap my head around. How did Liam know that I had slept with Damon the other night? Why was he so upset about it? Why did he care?
I made a face that I couldn't explain the emotion of, trying to think of the right question to ask.
“How-” I finally began, and Liam cut me off immediately.
“Every single tabloid.”
I stayed quiet and Liam kept talking, as he placed the bottle on his counter and wiped his cold damp palm on his jeans.
“Fucking loads of photos of the two of you snogging in some dirty pub.”
“Okay, well-“
“You slept with him?”
It had been the first time we had met properly. Being friends, with certain benefits, with Liam meant I had run into Damon a few times. We had never had a real conversation though, until the other night. The conversation in question had quickly turned physical and I had ended up waking up on top of his sheets, and under his arm, the next morning.
Had Liam not been so obviously hostile about the subject, I would have had no problem telling him the truth. But his frown made it almost impossible to answer his question, even though we both knew the answer.
“I mean…”
“Was he any good?”
“Why do you care?” I asked back and placed the bottle down on Liam’s kitchen table. He turned silent again. He stayed leaning against the counter with his one ankle casually crossed over the other.
“I’m not your girlfriend, am I?”
The word girlfriend hung heavier in the air than any other words that had previously been spoken. It was a rhetorical question, but I found myself wanting him to answer it. Granted, I didn’t know what I wanted the answer to be.
“Fucking- I don’t know,” he cut himself off and tossed glances around the room, avoiding eye contact again.
“Well, I’m not,” I stated, a little too harshly. “You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend. You don’t seem to want me to be your girlfriend. Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”
Every time I repeated it the word got heavier and bigger and Liam seemed to hate it.
“I want…” he began in a loud, upset tone. “You.”
His answer was vague, and as much as it annoyed me, it also pained me in a very different way.
He stopped leaning against the counter and in a swift movement he was standing right in front of me. His large hands held my waist firmly and one deep exhale of his fell on my nose.
“That’s not an answer to my question, Liam.”
Playfulness had made its way back into our repertoire and I realised how much I had missed his smug grin. It sat confidently on his lips and I felt it on mine as he kissed me. I knew Liam quite well, and I knew he was currently trying to cover up his emotions.
“I want you..” he echoed and tried his best to conjure up a better answer. “..to only want me.”
“In what ways?” I teased him further and tugged on his washed out Beatles tee.
“All of them. Especially the ones that make you forget about blonde little art school snobs.”
Liam’s fingertips continued to dig deeper into my sides, pushing all my right buttons. I was pushing all his buttons as well as I let my palms slide up inside his shirt slowly.
“Drama school,” I corrected, and Liam shut me up with an annoyed grunt embedded in a harsh kiss.
“Forget about him,” he demanded while our noses stayed pressing against each other.
“Consider him forgotten,” I promised as my hands reached his chest and I planted another kiss on his lips.
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