LVII: First Date
Liam and Blake
Liam
Liam looked up from his phone toward the door when the little bell sounded. Upon seeing the top of an almost platinum-blonde head pass through, he sighed and leaned back against the corner of the snack aisle, turning his attention back to his book. The series was an old favorite he'd decided to re-read for the eighth or ninth time, though it would only be his third time reading the full series, as the final book had come out only 2 years past. He didn't think he'd stayed up till 5 AM reading a new book since then.
"Okay, I know I took a little while, but I definitely didn't take long enough for you to start reading and completely ignore me."
Liam blinked at Blake's voice. He hadn't heard anyone else come in after the blonde. When Liam turned around to face his friend, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Blake was the blonde.
Shining, white-blonde ringlets fell down past Blake's shoulders, covering a sleek, dark-red leather jacket. Dark gloves and a scarf helped cover her hands and neck, and tight, dark-washed jeans encased her legs. She smirked at him, smoothing some of the ringlets out of her face, "I'll take that to mean I made the right choice."
Fuck, she's incredible.
Liam shook himself, blinking, "That is a wig though, right? You didn't just happen to be dying your hair today or somehow do that between now and when I called you?"
Liam winced as he heard the sliver of disappointment creep out in his voice. To his relief, Blake just raised an eyebrow.
"You think I did this--" she pointed at her head, twirling around, "--in twenty minutes?"
Liam shrugged, "I've never dyed my hair before."
Blake rolled her eyes, though she smiled. Liam must have been giving her a weird look, though, because the next moment, she arched a delicate eyebrow at him, "What? You don't like it?"
Liam shrugged, scrubbing a hand through his hair, "It's not that. You look good--it looks good on you, I mean. It's just--" He paused, trying to think of the best way to say what he meant.
"It's not you," he said finally, "The blue hair fits you better. At least, to me it does."
Liam blinked when Blake smiled at that and took his hand.
"I'm glad you think that," she said, cheeks a bit pinker than before.
Why would she be embarrassed by that?
"So, where are you taking me on this surprise date?" She asked, peering up at him.
Liam smiled at that.
A date. We're finally going out on a date.
A hint of nerves pulsed through Liam, but excitement quickly overshadowed it.
For the moment, Liam's smile was all Blake was going to get as he pulled her after him out of the store.
***
Liam
Liam grinned as Blake eyed him and the closing green line doors. He didn't like going underground on the T, and would have preferred to walk, but their destination was a bit too far to do that on a first date. Somehow, Blake's hand in his made Liam's stuffy-air-induced semi-claustrophobia a bit more bearable. Not as much as he would have liked, but still, it helped. They'd been able to snag a pair of seats, at least.
"Sooo we're not going to the Pru then..." Blake said, giving him a pointed look, "Quincy Market? North End? Oooo, Mike's Pastries?"
"Shit, that probably would have been a better idea," Liam said, eliciting a skeptic look from Blake.
Maybe that can be a good third-date idea.
He looked at Blake again and smiled.
"What?" She asked.
He shrugged, "I'm just happy that I finally get to do this with you."
Blake smiled back, squeezing his hand, then affected that pouty, puppy-dog-eyes expression that all girls use liberally when trying to get what they want.
"If you're so happy about it, then I think you should tell me where we're going, because that would make me very happy," she said, smiling a bit too sweetly, eyes twinkling.
Liam chuckled, "I'm guessing surprises are not gonna be a thing with you, are they."
Blake shook her head, leaning a bit closer, "I will get them out of you, and depending on the circumstances, I can either be very sweet in doing so, or very scary."
Liam laughed, but he didn't doubt that his small, sassy friend had a few tricks up her sleeve.
"Fine," he relented, "We're going to the Common. I know a little food court nearby where we can get some decent food, and I figured we could find somewhere nice to sit while we eat and walk around in the park or the gardens afterward."
Liam raised an eyebrow as Blake's cheeks colored. A moment later, she snuggled up to him, leaning her head against his shoulder, "I think that sounds really nice."
She squeezed his hand, and Liam wrapped his other arm around her. A comfortable warmth spread throughout his body whenever he touched Blake lately. Thankfully, he was still uncomfortable enough to stave off his body's other response to contact--even something as innocent as holding hands--with Blake. He supposed it was a good thing that he was so...responsive to her, but he could see it becoming a problem in the classes they shared.
Or just at lunch, even. I'm going to need to get a few more pairs of tight boxers.
For a while, they just sat in silence as the T moved along the tracks, which Liam preferred. Too much talking when they were underground like this just gave him a headache. Plus, it was nice just cuddling with Blake. A short while after they pulled away from Arlington, however, Liam looked down at Blake, "I have a question."
She stirred from her place against his shoulder, peering up at him, eyebrow raised.
For a moment, Liam forgot his question. Blake's lips had captured his attention. They were so close and looked so soft.
I wonder what she tastes like.
The T jerked a bit, and Liam shook himself, "Uh, why the platinum blonde? I thought you usually preferred not to draw attention to yourself. This--" he took a shining ringlet in his fingers, "--kind of does the opposite."
Blake smirked, "That's exactly the point."
This time Liam quirked an eyebrow, "You lost me."
"People notice the hair more than they notice me," she explained, "If we were to start making out or dancing or laughing really loud, anyone who thought of us later would probably just remember us as the cute guy and the blonde. They wouldn't remember anything about my face or me in general, just the hair, because that's what stands out."
"Huh," Liam said, sitting back, looking Blake up and down.
"What?"
He shrugged, "I'd never thought of that before. It makes sense, but I don't know if I ever would have articulated it that way."
"It was something Chloe taught me," Blake said, "I'd already dyed my hair bright red at that point to stand out from other models and beanies had gotten me far enough, but wearing them in the summer doesn't really work."
Liam chuckled at that, "I have a few friends that would disagree with you on that. Though they don't have to deal with the humidity."
"Yeah, I'd rather not have my hair turn into a gross sweaty mess, thank you." Blake said.
"I don't even understand how you did it earlier in the year," Liam said, "I went to the gym during the Comm Ave Fair, and the 20-minute walk took me at least 30 minutes because of how many people there were. I actually came to a complete stop like five or six times because there were just so many people and no open path."
Blake giggled, "That sounds gross."
Liam snorted, "It was terrible. I'd never really agreed that we needed a new plague before. Outside of anything to do with LAX, of course. I was so hot and sore and tired and sweaty, that after the last time I had to just stop and wait for a path to open up, I decided that if that happened again, I would just keep walking and knock over anyone that blocked me."
Blake giggled, "Sure you would have."
Liam narrowed his eyes at her, "What, you don't think I would have?"
Blake shook her head, then cuddled up to him again, "Nope, you're too sweet."
Liam snorted, "I don't think you realize how tired I was."
"Please tell me you at least got to take a shower right away when you got back."
He nodded, "I honestly might have asked Ana and her roommates if I could have used their shower. Either that, or I just would have laid down on the floor in defeat."
Blake laughed and started settled back against him, but the T interrupted her, brakes screeching against the tracks as always whenever any of the cars stopped at Boylston.
Liam got up immediately, offering Blake a hand, and led her out of the train and toward the stairs leading up to the street.
***
Liam
"Liam?"
Liam looked up from his beef stir-fry, swallowing his current mouthful before speaking, "What's up?"
Blake sat cross-legged across from him on the ground. Blake's bright blonde curls looking particularly bright against the dark red of her jacket. They made her blue eyes seem even more vibrant than usual and highlighted the red in her cheeks and the tip of her nose that the cold brought out. With all that, her dark red lips had proven a constant distraction since she'd met him earlier. Especially when she smiled.
"This is really nice," she said, reaching over their food to rest a her hand on his knee, "I'm excited for our fancy date, but I really--" She paused, then smiled at him again, cheeks growing a bit darker, "I just really like this."
Liam grinned, feeling his face heat up a bit as well, "I'm glad."
They ate in relative silence, both hungry, in the semi-secluded spot they'd chosen under a big tree with some roots that were just right for leaning against. Once they finished their food, they tried just relaxing against the tree, Blake leaning back against Liam with his arms around her. It was nice--Blake seemed to enjoy it quite a bit--but it soon proved a bit too cold for both of them to just sit there.
Liam checked his watch as they got up.
Still got a little time to kill.
"Want to go walk around in the gardens for a bit?" He asked, holding out a hand to Blake.