WILL LIAM

just how much of a dickhead was he? Liam hadn't come to school for three days, I was really kinda worried, fought the urge to go to the school administrator and ask why. I

lazer, just two words ML, must mean something to him-- he had on a simple blue short and trainees. His hair wasn't slicked back like in school, it was disheveled but still looked cool on him. His fringes almost covering his right eye. He had one hand in his pocket, the other constantly tugging the strands off his eyes. He didn't look like either of the Liams I knew. Not overly sad or happy. Just a normal, queer, teenage lad. I realized how odd it was using those two words. Normal and queer, didn't quite sound nice, since gays weren't classified normal by society. They worked to the private room, Kavien flashing me a smile and Liam looking at him bored. Maybe they weren't just friends, there may be a 'boy' before the 'friend.' I wondered if that was what they were doing in there 'a gangbang' like Amber said, well it's his life. I stood up, cleaning the surface with a rag, locking up the cabinet. I was done for the night, gonna be a long stroll. Before I could leave, the door to the private room opened, I thought Kavien needed something, instead, Liam walked out still wearing that bored expression, alone. He looked at me, holding my gaze while he strutted to the counter and took a seat. He didn't talk, just stared. I waited patiently to know what he wanted. I curiously wanted to ask how he'd been, I felt guilt for thinking he'd taken his life. Not everyone's as crude as me. "Aren't you gonna ask what I want?" He shot trying to be rude which was a failed attempt. I had a lot of comebacks like 'There's a lot in the room' or 'I'm done for the day.' but I humoured him and asked, "What do you want?" Opening the cabinets once again. "Anything you like." He smirked. That in my opinion was a foolish reply, but I got him whiskey either way, filling his glass. "It's weird, isn't it?" He asked. I raised a brow and he added, " We've been together every day for more than a month but don't know each other." He was right. It was weird. I didn't even think he'd be talking to me. I had a reputation. "Yeah__" I nodded. "But it was comfortable." I added honestly, placing both hand on the counter holding my body up. "When you stopped seeing me, did you think I may have 'jumped'?" I understood what he meant. "Yes." Honestly again, that got him laughing, it wasn't those spurious laughs he gave others but more like a throaty chuckle, not intending to hide the sadness in his eyes. He drank the whiskey, scrunching his face when it burnt his throat. "I thought about it a lot, jumping, at first but now, I just autopilot everyday." He nodded. The unspoken understanding we shared. -- that was the answer to his question three days ago,-- "But, isn't that worse? Living?" He laughed that sad laugh. "How ironic." I almost asked what made him so sad, mine was all over the forum, the rumors though not the truth. "Well I decided to take your advice." "Huh?" I refilled his glass. "Make a scene." He replied. I never said that, but that was it again the silent conversations. "So, would you do it? With me?" He asked earnestly. "Hey loon, I'm not about to commit suicide with you, I have some thing to live for." I shot praying he wouldn't ask what it was, cause I'll either tell a lie or the crude truth, I was sure it'd be the former. He laughed again amused, this one reaching his eyes, "Relax mate." He croaked. "I have things to live for too, I'm not that depressed." He couldn't stop laughing. I found myself laughing along. Weirdly, it wasn't uncomfortable, well with him nothing was uncomfortab