XXXV: She Makes You Happy
Liam
Once they'd finished shopping, and Liam had
far
more gifts for Blake than he'd planned on buying, all safely in the trunk of his car, Liam sat with his friends at one of the mall's restaurants, picking at his fries. It was a nice day out--southern California winters only sometimes dipped below fifty degrees before it grew dark--and they'd chosen to sit outside.
He'd had fun with Tasha, and Kiki, and the three of them had decided to see a movie once they were done. Spending time with them was fun, but...
I miss Blake.
He sighed, biting off the end of another fry, then wincing as the spice hit him--he'd apparently missed a super-concentrated patch of the seasoning on that one.
Hanging out with Tasha made him realize how he hadn't really been able to just hang out and do friend things or even normal-couple things with Blake as much as he would have liked. They both usually had classes, camshows for Blake and personal work for him, homework, and then what little time they had to actually be together, they either spent talking, eating, playing videogames, and when they could find the privacy--or semi-privacy, lately--for it, making out or fooling around. And with whatever had happened with her ex--
Liam blinked, starting as something hit his face, dropping down onto his lap.
He looked down, then frowned, picking up the French Fry and looking at it, then to Kiki and Tasha.
Both were leaning toward him over the table, wearing matching smirks.
"That's super creepy," Liam said before popping the fry into his mouth, "And did you really throw a
fry
at me?"
Kiki shrugged, then leaned back in her chair, folding muscular arms over her chest, "You were super spaced out. We'd been staring at you and making faces for a good minute or two before deciding to throw something."
"I wanted to dip it in ketchup first," Tasha said, flashing her teeth at him.
Liam rolled his eyes, eating a few more fries, then washing them down, a little annoyed they still weren't old enough to order any cocktails. All the ones on the menu had looked good, and he'd taken a picture for some ideas to try himself.
"Seriously," Tasha said, straightening, eyes sparkling as she gazed at him, "What's going on in that wierdo brain of yours?"
Liam thought for a moment, ignoring Tasha's comment, then shook his head and waved it away, "Blake stuff. I don't want to bother you guys with that, especially since we just spent all that time shopping for stuff for her. I don't want to act like a whiny teenager."
Tasha and Kiki frowned at each other, then at him.
"Well, now you
have
to tell us," Tasha said, leaning forward again.
"Yeah," Kiki said, "Plus the shopping was fun."
"Apologizing to women for shopping with them is definitely something you should
not
get in the habit of," Tasha added, grinning, "If you're doing that, you definitely need to tell us what's going on with Blake. You obviously have no idea what you're doing."
Liam glared at Tasha, then tossed a fry her way.
She yelped and ducked while Kiki just moved a bit to the side.
Liam laughed, "Is that what you were expecting to get out of me?"
Tasha glared at him, sticking her lower lip out in a pout, "No. I care about my clothes more than you do. And if you do that again, I'll convince Blake to do
very
evil things to you."
Liam stuck his tongue out at her.
"Oh, stop," Kiki said, flicking Tasha's arm. She looked at Liam, "Come on, what's going on with Blake? So far, we like her, so we want to help you with anything that's going on with her."
"And she makes you happy," Tasha added, "Happier than I've seen you in a while. We've got a while till the movie, so tell us what's going on."
Liam sighed, "Okay."
He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair.
"It's kind of about Blake," he said, "But mostly about her ex."
The girls' eyes went wide. They gazed at him for a moment, then each other, then back to him.
"Does she still have feelings for him or something?" Kiki asked.
Tasha's lips grew to a thin like, btu she stayed silent. Liam wanted to reach over and take her hand, but knew that might not be the right move. Tasha didn't have a problem with being comforted or vulnerable--not with him, at least--but anything that could be considered pity pissed her off.
Liam shook his head, "I don't think so. She ran into him, though, and sounded really...not okay when she called me. She said that nothing really even happened, but that there's some baggage she didn't realize was still there and that she was really shaken up over it."
Tasha's eyes widened, and Kiki looked at him with outright concern.
"Do you think he's just a dick?" Tasha asked, voice hard, "Or that he hurt her when they were together?"
Liam had thought about that possibility a few times, and had to take a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his fists, before he could push down that anger.
"I'd like to think she would have told me about that if it happened," Liam said, "But..."
He sighed, "I know that that can be a lot, so I didn't ask. If she has anything to tell me, I'll let her do it when she's ready, and just make sure she knows she can trust me with that."
Tasha frowned, and the fire behind her sparkling eyes, actually frightened Liam a little, but she nodded.
Kiki reached under the table and squeezed his hand, which helped him relax a bit, "You know that you can't try to find and beat the shit out of the guy if you're ever visiting her, right?"
Liam clenched his jaw, then nodded, squeezing her hand back, "Yeah. Yeah, I know."
"What?"
Liam glanced at Tasha, and blinked, leaning back. She looked even angrier than before.
"Why the fuck not?" she demanded, glaring between the two of them.
Liam glanced at Kiki, then looked at Tasha.
"Because then he gets to be the victim," they both said.