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Liam Amudee
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Liam had to admit, if only to himself, that being in Spencer’s expensive car just the two of them wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined it to be. Still, it was nerve wracking enough. Not because of Spencer, because as far as Liam was concerned this guy was descent. From what little he knew of him that is. No, Liam’s nerves derived from an entirely different source.

The last time he was in an expensive car with a handsome guy, things didn’t end well for him. It had been a guy very similar to Spencer, but not quite so...honest. Liam had to admit that he’d been one of the most handsome men he’d ever met, charming, talented, someone he trusted. Someone he loved almost more than himself. It all was good for a while. Great in fact. Late night drives to hidden coffee shops, walks though the beach, extended practice sessions which consisted of Liam dancing and Benji complimenting his every move. It all felt too good to be true. And...it was.

"So, how long have you been dancing?" Spencer’s voice pulled Liam from his time traveling thoughts back to the present. He blinked a couple of times, like a deer caught in headlights, as Spencer’s question settled in. How long? Liam attempted to pinpoint the exact moment he started dancing, but he couldn’t remember. ”I don’t know, I...i guess since I discovered I could stand on my own.” All his life, Liam had only thought of one thing; dance. It’s what he loved, it’s what he was good at.

”My mom used to play me music while I was in the womb. So I’ve always loved it.” he explained, a smile made up of fond memories and longing. It’d been years since Liam lost his mother, but it still felt as fresh as today. ”I was born dancing.” he added, his smile morphing into one a bit more carefree.

However, it slowly disappeared the closer they drove to the coffee shop and realized it was closed. Liam couldn’t lie, he was a little disappointed. Not so much because of the coffee, which he could have anywhere else, but for the ruined opportunity to get to know Spencer better. A Spencer that only he as his roommate would ever see. Hopefully a more genuine Spencer than what the rest of the school has come to know.

”We can go back…” he said, his voice trailing off for a moment before he turned to face the driver. ”But...it’s still early and I’m kind of a night owl so…” there was a sudden nagging in the back of Liam’s voice that told him to stop while he was ahead. Just because Spencer was friendly didn’t mean they’d become anything more than roommates. But the trusting part of Liam was louder, insisting to give Spencer a fair chance even if just to be a casual friend. ”Do you still want to go to that bar?” Maybe Liam would end up hurt. Maybe he’d come to regret those words but, at the very least he could say he tried.