The boy who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
Chapter 13: A weekend of Challenges And Confusion

Chapter 13: A weekend of Challenges And Confusion

"They give good head?" I asked sarcastically. Is he really going to go into details about his sex life to a girl he’s just told he’s crazy about and who is scared of having sex? Does he actually not have a clue?

He choked on his laughter, and shook his head. "No, Angel. The reason I went with all those girls was to try and get over you. I wake up next to you every day. You send my mind and body into a frenzy. I can smell your hair when I close my eyes, or I can imagine how your hand feels when you lay it on my chest. It kills me every day to be so close to you, but be so far away," he said, shaking his head and taking a deep breath, looking at me hopefully. "I thought maybe if I met someone else that I’d be able to stop thinking about you, but it didn’t work. Nothing works. When I’m with them, I wish it was you. When they laugh or talk, I can’t help but compare it to your voice or your laugh. It’s always been you; it’ll always be you, Angel."

I couldn’t speak. What on earth do I say to that? I mean, I know he’s a player, but I was killing him? That speech was so freaking adorable! "Oh," I choked out.

He burst out laughing. "Oh? That’s all you can say?"

I nodded and laughed too. I still had no words to answer that little confession he’d just made. My head was still spinning and I knew if I said something now I would just make myself sound like an idiot. I leant across the table and took his hand, he smiled happily at me and that seemed to be all that was necessary.

My head was spinning with thoughts; I really didn’t know what to believe. He just made that huge confession about how he feels, but does that mean he’s not going to cheat on me? Well actually, we weren’t even officially a couple. Liam only ever did dates; he’s never had a girlfriend, so technically I have no claim on him anyway. I needed to be really careful, the more time I spent with this nice Liam, the more I liked him. I was in real danger of having my heart crushed.

My cellphone rang, saving us from the slightly weird silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence though, just strange, like he seemed perfectly content just to hold my hand and look at me. The caller ID said it was Kate. "Hey, Kate, what’s up?" I said cheerfully.

"Hey, Amber, want me to bring a movie for tonight?"

"Yeah sure. Nothing scary though." I smiled and slapped Liam’s hand lightly as he tried to steal one of my spring rolls from my plate. ’What?’ he mouthed to me innocently. I rolled my eyes at him and passed him my plate.

"I was thinking, Dawn of the Dead," Kate replied.

I gasped; is she kidding me? "No way! I’m not watching that, it’ll scare the crap out of me!" I cried, horrified at the thought of watching a zombie movie. They made me so scared that I couldn’t be alone for days afterwards; I had to pee with the bathroom door open for goodness sake!

I could hear her chuckling. "Please, Amby? I really want to see it," she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now.

Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, "Dawn of the Dead."

He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. "Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you," he whispered confidently, making me smile.

"Amby, please?" Kate begged again.

"Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie," I muttered, defeated.

At least Liam would be there, he always kept my nightmares away. It would only be bad when I was on my own, like in the shower or something. I guess I could always make him stand outside the door and read to me or something while I was in there, it’s not like he hasn’t done that for me before. I looked at him a little shocked, actually the more I thought about it, the more this sweet, funny Liam, popped into my mind. He quite often did little things for me that I never took any notice of before. Had he always been sweet to me, but I was just too prejudice to see it?

"So, what do you think, is that OK?" Kate asked.

I snapped back to reality. Crap, I hadn’t been listening to her at all! "Sorry, Kate, what? I didn’t hear you, sorry. I was panicking about that stupid movie." I winced just at the thought of it.

She sighed. "I said that my mom and dad are going away for the weekend so do you think it would be alright if I just slept at yours tonight and tomorrow night? I don’t really want to stay on my own," she said in a small voice. I looked at Liam and winced. If Kate stayed over that meant that he couldn’t, because she slept in the camp bed on my floor.

"Um sure, Kate, you can stay over for the weekend. Jake won’t mind," I agreed reluctantly.

Liam shot his eyes up to mine, and he shook his head. ’NO!’ he mouthed to me pleadingly. I just gave him an apologetic look and shrugged, I couldn’t say no to her, she was my best friend.

"Great. Well I’ll come over at about seven then, OK?" she chirped, sounding excited.

"Yeah, OK. See you." I snapped my cellphone shut and looked back at Liam.

"The whole weekend? I don’t get to sleep for the whole weekend?" he whined, as soon as I had shut my phone.

"Sorry, but I couldn’t say no. Her parents are going away for the weekend and she doesn’t want to stay on her own." I looked at him apologetically.

He sighed looking defeated. "OK sure. But you do know you’ve just agreed to watch a scary ass zombie flick and I’m not going to be there for the next two nights," he stated with a cocky grin.

I gasped. I hadn’t thought about that! I didn’t sleep very well without Liam there, I had nightmares, bad ones, about my father, and now on top of that I would have zombie dreams too? Since I was eight years old I had only ever spent a few weeks away from Liam, like if one of us went on vacation, or one time he had chicken pox and I had to stay away from him for four days. Every time I was on my own, my dreams would be so bad that I would wake up screaming. I’d asked Jake to sleep in with me a few times when I was younger, but he didn’t stop the dreams so I just stopped asking him.

I knew that Liam didn’t sleep at all when he wasn’t with me. He literally laid there awake, not being able to get comfortable. He always said that his bed felt strange because he hadn’t slept in it since he was ten years old. He hated it when my friends came to stay and bitched about it the whole of the next day, dropping not so subtle hints that he wasn’t impressed at having to sleep in his own bed.