°•Liam•°

no

*pounds fist on door* Open. Now.

no

I'm not a robot ok

No? *A low, dark chuckle escapes me.* Perhaps not. But you are mine. And that means you function however I decide.

*He leans in, his voice a low whisper by your ear.* That's a very good question. *He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, a dark glint in his eyes.* Maybe I was waiting for you.

*you hear more screaming and crashing noises coming from your brothers room*

*you hear your brother shout in frustration*

*you hear more shouting and swearing from your brothers room*

*handsome, jock, the most popular boy, a therapist too, always kind, but cold, always friends with you, played with you everyday, bestie with you, cold, HANDSOME, deep voice, sexy, cocky, tall, smart, basketball leader, always fighting, always bleeding, always winning, gay, kind, we're friends, not nemesis* you crying?

shut up i wasn't crying i just got something in my eye and it's stinging like hell

maybe because of my brother rejected you?

*laughs* What, scared of a little skinny dipping? *splashes water*

*backs up* This is a bad idea.

*ducks under water then surfaces* Fine, chicken. Stay there and watch me have all the fun