Cara: Liam's concernMature

"So you want to talk about it?" I asked as Liam trudged next to me, hands in his pockets. 

"Not really." He shrugged. 

"I'm guessing it didn't get better after you left?"

"She told me I shouldn't count you as a good friend if you couldn't be happy for me."

"Liam, I'd be happy for you if she was nice. You're like a brother to me, you know I only want the best for you. But she's... well she's not even nice Liam. I thought you'd at least have someone that was nice."

"But she is... to me."

"Liam, bossing you around is not nice. That is some serious lack of self respect you have if you think she's being nice."

"Alright Cara jeez."

"I'm just saying. Why stay?" He shrugged and looked away, avoiding my question. "Oh god PLEASE tell me you've not gotten her pregnant?"

"No, freaking hell no! I'm not an idiot."

"I'll tell Jak." I replied with a smile, trying to ease the tension in his face.  He chuckled a little and then returned to his reserved look. 

"I just... Cara she buys me things. I can't break up with her, not when she's being so... generous."

"Buying what sort of thing?"

"She bought me this the other day, out of no  where." He stuck out his arm, displaying the watch on his wrist. 

"That looks like... oh... wow it is."

"Yup. Rolex. I mean... what the hell?"

"Liam she's buying your affections. You have to give her the stuff back and tell her how you feel. Do you even like her?"

"Not any more. I did when I met her."

"Well then maybe you ought to talk with her, tell her you don't like her any more and give her back the stuff."

"You realise that taking advice from you is a little-"

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him. I knew what he was going to say and it hurt.

"Go on. Finish the sentence." 

"I didn't mean... Cara it's just that you're not exactly the relationship expert. Sam was your only serious relationship and-"

"-and what? Amanda and you are serious? You've been going out a couple of weeks Liam."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know what you meant." I frowned and shoved my hands in my own pockets, just like him. 

After a brief awkward pause in which we both tried to hold on to the friendship and not hate each other, Liam spoke up. 

"Shall we go get a drink? You've got your cvs; maybe we'll see places to hand them in on the way."

"I'm not ready to hand them out. But yeah... a drink would be good. I know a cafe."

"Lead the way."

We walked in silence for a while until we had almost reached the cafe. 

"I'm sorry." He murmured. "That was hurtful. And I shouldn't have said it."

"I deserved it." I replied hoarsely. It's what I'd been thinking the entire silent walk. 

"No you didn't."

"I did something stupid. Messed up my life. I think I deserved it."

"No, I think you did something stupid but you didn't mess up your life. You messed up one part of it. And maybe it will open up a whole new experience, or maybe you'll get the old one back-" I interrupted him with what can only be described as a hysterical snort/sob. "Hey, hey, don't go crying on me."

"Sorry." I mumbled, reaching for a tissue to blow my nose. 

"It's natural to be upset Cara. At some point you can use that to make you stronger. Strong enough to take the next step."

"You sound like a self help book."

"I know. I've been reading up, ever since I found out Ali was pregnant. I thought I was going to have to deal with Jak being a moron and messing everything up."

"Turns out it was me. I'm worse than Jak at relationships. Wow."

"I'm not much better. I'm basically being paid to stay in this thing." He admitted. 

"Wow, and he admits it!"

"Yeah yeah, I know I have to do something."

"Good. Here's the cafe."

We went inside and took a table near the window, ordering food as well as drinks. I realised I was starving, and in desperate need of a warm and comforting hot chocolate. 

"So Anna told me Kay got in touch?"

"Yeah, we've been talking. He's got us a summer slot, every thursday night. He says if it takes then we get to keep it after the holidays."

"So we're not planning on going home then?" I mused, smiling a little. 

"I wasn't going to, Jak wants to stay here and get things ready for baby because Ali won't go home, and Callum has a job here so he's staying anyway. It's really only you I need to ask."

"Well I planned to stay... I don't think I could deal with my mum's opinions on my idiocy right now... I guess that means I'm staying."

"Have you decided whether to stay with us or at Anna's?"

"I really don't know.  I mean, it'd be good for Anna to have her place when she came back, and the baby is  going to need a room to sleep in..."

"Well pay for Anna's and live with us. That way you can run there if you need space, and when the baby is born."

"I can't just pay for a flat and not live there, that's insane. Besides that's  double rent!"

"Cara the rent is paid at Jak's. His parents remember?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"Look, Callum was saying he wants  to get away from his freakish flat mates. Why doesn't he move in to Anna's, and you live with us. Then Anna's  flat is still there and you get to stay with us."

"Are you saying this because you're afraid of me being alone? What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I don't know."

"So basically, you want me to live with you so you can check I'm mentally stable?" I glared at him. 

"No Cara." Our food and drinks arrived and were set down in front of us. "I just... I think it'd be better if we lived together again. That was we can practice all the time like we used to... it was fun remember?"

"Why does Callum always get left out?"

"He doesn't want to live with a hormonal pregnant woman. He likes his space."

"He said that?"

"Pretty much. Not in so many words. Besides I get the feeling he wants a certain girl called Lily to visit him, and he doesn't want anyone to know."

"Ah...." It became clear. "I see. Well he'd have to ask Anna. I mean, they'd both need to talk to the company, get it handed over to him."

"Does that mean you're in?"

"I guess it does." I smiled reluctantly. 

"Excellent!" He grinned, raising his mug. "Cheers!" 

I chuckled, shook my head and raised my mug to his. 

The End

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