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Liam Stratford

Hell is empty and all the devils are here

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a character in “When Stars Align”, as played by crashmeback

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Liam Stratford

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William Shakespeare

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The pairing of two opposites like Liam's parents can create an enigma. On one hand, Liam is hard working, often obsessed in pursuits he is passionate about. But on the other, he can be fickle with a preference to live in his mind rather than the world outside. He is difficult to pin down and is constantly on the hunt for something just out of his reach. He is much more at home in the theater with characters and words of his own creating. Liam hopes to take his skill onto the big screen and create an ideal life in Hollywood. If only he can get himself noticed...





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Born in Brewster, his childhood was unremarkable. His mother was an art teacher with a failed ambition to be showcased in a gallery. She never gave up hope and instilled her own ambitions on her child. His father, however, was quiet and unassuming and definitely uninteresting. He was a CPA with little need for imagination. Whether Liam wanted it or not, his father gave him a bit of business sense buried underneath his burning desire to be a famed screenwriter. Unfortunately both father and son could not reconcile their differences before his father was killed in a car accident just after Liam left high school. The anchor of his family was suddenly gone and everything else was swept away. His mother, in grief, took their money and fled to Europe to pursue her dream. She left her son behind, unable to escape the binds of Brewster. Instead of being bitter, he idealizes the world outside the little town and is determined to find a way to leave it all behind with the ink of his pen.


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Black coffee
Late nights
Chasing the muse (usually in the form of a woman)
Theater
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The unimaginative
Being too literal
Bills
Close ended answers
Running out of ink

So begins...

Liam Stratford's Story

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Monday - 7:30 A.M
The projected temperature for Brewster on this early fall day is 68 degrees, and it is overcast.





"Great." Cateline murmured under her breath, looking out the front window of the bakery. Cateline hated when it rained. She never had nearly as many customers as she had on a sunny day opposed to when it rained. People in this small town were like bumps on a log when it was raining, and that thought puzzled Cateline.

Cateline put fresh croissants in the oven. The bakery didn't officially open until 8, but Cateline always had her breakfast items ready at in the morning. Then, every 30 minutes after that, Cateline would put a new batch of baked goods in the oven.

When Cateline heard the thud of a newspaper hit against the window of the bakery, she immediately went out to get it. The only thing that kept her sane in the mornings was calming down with the morning newspaper. Cateline read about how the new diner, 365, opened in the heart of town, the community project Liberty High School was planning, and, her favorite section- Book reviews by the librarian, Felicity. Cateline mentally took note of a couple of the books Felicity recommended in the newspaper, and then Cateline put the paper down, glad to hear the alarm go off on the oven. Cateline went over to the oven and took out the croissants, being careful to place them in the display case with careful precision. In Cateline's mind, the only thing more important than the taste of the food was it's presentation. Cateline put every last one of the croissants in a precise arrangement, and closed the door on the showcase. Cateline had moved around to glance at her display when the bell on the bakery's front door began to sound, signifying the entrance of a customer.

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The slam of the front door woke Liam from a dream. He was somewhere on a beach, looking at the horizon. There was something in the distance but he couldn't quite make it out. He unearthed papers, letting them spill on the floor as he rolled over. The clock blinked dumbly at him. With a groan, he pulled himself out of bed and gathered his papers. The dream had already begun to fade. He was probably late. He usually was. Liam moved at his own pace while the world rushed past him. He flipped through the pages again and with a groan, he tossed them back on the floor. It was useless. Another night wasted writing crap. He was blocked. There was no getting around it.

He showered and dressed in a mindless state. He kept thinking back on his dream. What was he reaching for? Maybe inspiration. Maybe escape. All those things were out of his reach. In a t-shirt, jeans and a light jacket, he left the house. The streets of Brewster were the same as they always were. People rushed out of their homes in a panic, armed with coffee and keys. Kids were arguing or screaming as they were pushed off towards school. The chill in the air quickened his pace. As he headed around the corner, he saw the coffee shop and its usual resident outside, Evan. He gave him a nod, tossing a few bucks of his tips from the day before.

Liam unlocked the door and flipped the sign to "open". Already impatient patrons were shuffling their way in with their demands for caffeine. He dismissively waved a hand at them. Even when he was late, he was early. There was no sign yet of Callum. A man slammed his fist onto the counter. "Hey! Stop sleeping on the job and make some damn coffee?" he shouted. Liam rolled his eyes. "Can't have coffee without music," he assured him, turning on the incessant jazzy store music. "Now order up, sir, we don't have all day,". The man flipped him off but ordered anyway. Liam discovered that no matter what he did or said, no one could refuse coffee.

The work was easy. Cream frothed at his fingertips. Water scalded the grounds. Ice sizzled in plastic cups. And each customer, eyes on their phones, ignored the magic he made with each order. It mattered little. The only magic he wanted to do was with a pen. And that magic was fickle.

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Liam turned to Arthur and wrinkled his forehead. "We have oranges..." he said, nodding to the wire basket filled with hard lumps of what could be oranges had they been given a chance. "If it's the color that's important to you, I'd suggest next door. They're famous for croissants... I think that would be considered orange... no, maybe tan," he shrugged. "The coffee will be done in a bit. Have a seat,".

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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall who is the most handsome of them all?" Lucas recited to his reflection, a question he ask himself every morning, boosting his self-confidence, and congratulating himself on his physical discipline. Lucas had just finished working out by using his pull up bar and bench press, before he had taken his quick shower. Every morning he commits himself to waking up earlier and working out for an hour and a half. Why? Because since he was a child, Lucas has been in the military training, he has grown accustom to managing with little sleep, and has been drawn to exercise and keeping his body fit. And without it, Lucas could find himself walking a dark road of depression if he could never serve in the military, never to be there in the frontlines with his men, just as some people cannot imagine themselves without their talent of writing, drawing, or dancing. Most troops are more than happy to be given time to go back home and visit their families, but Lucas was not quite so cheerful. Sure he was not grateful, but civilian life seemed so foreign to him, after all the things he has seen, all the things he has done. Lucas does visit his family, because he dearly loves his mother's care and his father's blessings, but every time he visits them he feels that he needs not to cling to mother and father, but start a family of his own, thus is why he resides in Brewster. And one thing about the town is that it is not bustling with noise and distractions like New York or Las Vegas, other cities his father has visited, but Brewster was a quiet small town, a place to the give the mind peace. But also because there had always been something intriguing and different about Brewster. It was the people, all them so unique, so special, so talented. One person that comes in mind is Liam Stratford, stories that always catch Lucas's interest. Liam was not only a good friend, a best friend, but one of a kind.

Lucas had already spent fifteen minutes deciding on what to do with his hair, because never did he grow to like long hair, but isn't that was women find attractive? And whatever society defines beautiful, Lucas wants to replicate and trace that image, he wants to be the perfect man in appearance. Should I comb it back? Wear it shaggy? Or maybe a middle part? he tried asking himself, but in the end he chose to wear it loose, don't want people to actually know how much time he spends on his appearance. Lucas wanted to look like the celebrities, live the like the celebrities, well, at least outside of the military life. Because inside of the military life, he desires to be a hero and a good leader. No matter what people ever told him, Lucas always believed it is on the outside of what counts, sure the inside can matter, but people eat first with their eyes. So let them have a feast. But not only did Lucas had wasted time on his hair but spent twenty minutes squeezing into his skinny jeans, trying to make himself look as sexy as possible. Sure it was a struggle to get into but beauty is pain, and why not give it a try, what's the worst that could happen? And for his top he wore a crimson deep V-neck. He knew he was ready for his day, well, not yet...

Lucas stepped outside of his house and into his garage, where he found his first love, his motorcycle. "Angel!" he called to it as if the white motorbike could speak. "How are you doing, my love?" he asked patting the grip. And there he spent an hour, though time felt fast, tending to his motorcycle- changing the engine oil, polishing it, and getting it ready for the day, his favorite vehicle out of all that he owns and had own. He loved Angle because he had the bike since he was thirteen, so many memories, and it has been good to him. And some think he has too much an obsession with the bike, but Lucas won't care to stop embracing Angle in adoration and affection. When he had finished, Lucas kissed the bike's cowl and hopped on. ""You ready, Angel? That a girl!" He appreciated that he lived far from the town, gave him a lot time everyday to ride his motorcycle. And now he was ready for his day.

Lucas had in mind, already where he was going to stop by, the café where Liam worked out. He zipped through the streets riding on his beloved motorcycle, with the wind his face, how he always loves to start his day off, made his living complete. Lucas stopped his bike on the curve whispering to it, hoping no one could hear him, "I'll be back, Angel." Lucas kissed the bike yet again on the cowl. And with that he entered the café, but he always felt a thread of guilt living his motorcycle out there alone. Lucas strutted into the café, with chest out, expressing his walk with swagger and his hair being flipped back and forth like he owned the place. Lucas got into line, waiting patiently to see Liam. Lucas had already seen his friend when he first moved into Brewster three days ago, but not since them, he had been busy with adjusting to the town. But finally when Lucas encountered Liam face to face, Lucas transmitted off his "pretty-boy" smile, "Liam, how are you, my friend? I would like... uhh...," Lucas looked up at the menu, he never really orders coffee, he only went to café really because Liam works there. "An espresso? Sounds fancy. Anyways," Lucas flipped his hair. "Girls come here often? How can they resist a charming man such as I?"

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Sliding Arthur's black coffee on the counter, Liam watched Lucas waltz in with his blond locks. He was only slightly jealous of his hair. For all of Lucas' pomp and circumstance, what Liam really envied was his sense of purpose. He knew what he wanted and just how to get it. Liam knew what he wanted to but never quite how. "Nah, an espresso? That's child's play, Lucas. You want fancy, you get a café miel. Trust me on this," he said with a wink. He placed a large white cup beneath the espresso machine and tugged at the handle. "The prettiest girls don't come in until later. Or they work over at the bakery. Try the croissant and you'll be a changed man," he grinned. In a tin cup, the crema frothed and writhed into submission before he added it to the espresso. With a light swirl of honey and a dusting of cinnamon, he set the coffee in front of Lucas. It was a work of art and a painful reminder of his writer's block.

"Just wait until the morning crowd leaves. It's like a washing away of rubble and dust to find the gleaming nuggets of gold," he said. Liam paused, tapping a finger on the counter. Should he write that down? No... no it was definitely crap. Maybe it wasn't? He shook his head. "I'm losing it... By this time tomorrow, I'm going to be ordinary and only good for writing greeting cards," he sighed.

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Character Portrait: Callum Hall Character Portrait: Lucas W. Richmond Character Portrait: Yvette Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Cateline Moreau Character Portrait: Liam Stratford
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Darkness. That's how Yvette's life began since birth. A young woman blinded by the light, unheard from the outside world. 'God's misfurtune', her mother used to tell her, but really it was because of her father. He was blind and deaf, the disabilities that somehow passed down to Yvette. However, she never thought of herself as a misfortunate child. She thought of it like a tennis match, sometimes you'd play the ball, but most times you just got swerved. As what happened to her. Sometimes normality will hit you, and sometimes it doesn't. It all matters how genes play the ball game. Every so often, you just had to trust what fate brought to you. At least that's what Yvette believed.

Never rising from her bed, she raised a trembling hand to her cheek for what seemed like the thousandth time. My face. She thought as she rubbed her palm against her soft skin. It felt smooth, smooth and free of any bumps and blemishes. Slowly, she moved her hand to the top of her head and ran her fingers through the long thread-like stings. Hair. She now began twirling a long strand around a finger, giggling quietly to herself as she let it drop softly against her collar bone. It was weird not knowing how she looked.

What color is my hair? Eyes? Questions about her appearance ran through her head daily. She didn't want to ask Callum, though as if she already knew what he'd tell her. It doesn't matter. But to Yvette, it did matter. It's infuriating to not know how you presented yourself to the world, whether they saw you as hideous or gorgeous. She wanted to know how the world saw her. By cognizance, she guessed black hair and brown eyes. Whether she was right or wrong, she'll never know.

A minute passed. Two. Then, she sat up and flung her feet brusquely to the ground. Her bare feet touched the cold hard wood. She stood up, her night gown sliding down her long legs.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.. She recounted the steps from her bed to her closet as she took upon herself to remember after having done so millions of times. Tracing her fingers along the exquisite wardrobe until she felt the round knobs, she opened it with a creak.

Red, blue, peach, white.. She reached for the white t-shirt. Again, purple, yellow, fringes.., she took her fringe skirt from its hanger and began undressing herself, and putting on her outfit. How did it look on her? Well, she wasn't quite sure about that. As long as it fit she was okay with the unknown.

As soon as she was finished, she took five steps to her left until she reached her dressing mirror. Her fingers ran along its smooth surface until she found her brush, and began brushing out her long strands. It slid through the prickles easily like silk. After a few more strokes, she felt the ground under her jolt a little. Alarmed, she quickly whipped her head in the direction and almost instantly felt someone's fingers intertwine with hers.

His fingers.

She was expecting him at this moment, and began to relax as Callum led her to back to her bed. She sat and waited for him to put on her shoes.

"Does it look okay? She waved a hand to her outfit, but he didn't answer. He didn't have to of course. Though, she felt his eyes on her for a fraction of a second. "What?" she asked irritable. "I can feel you judging me, C.J." Again, she never heard a response.

After he finished lacing her shoes, his hand met hers again and they left for his work.



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"Does it look okay?" He heard the usual soft, melodic tone of her voice, and its hard Parisian accent. He stopped tying her shoe, and instead raised his eyes to meet hers; electric blue they were. Beautiful. She was beautiful. He wanted to tell her that ever since her laid his eyes on her, ever since her mother first married his father, but he didn't know how to tell her. It was easy to tell his ex's that they were all beautiful even Mary, but with Yvette it was different. It was like telling a child that Santa Claus was a fake.

Impossible.

He seemed to have took in her angelic face for the longest, until her voice broke the silence. "What?" she said. "I can feel you judging me C.J."

At that, he chuckled at her words. "It looks fine, Evie." After tying a few more stubborn knots to her black converse. He reached for her hand, and they walked out her room. He checked on Mary in deep sleep in his size too big t-shirt. In his room. On his bed. He smiled. And walked out the front door and out into the Monday morning. Not a minute passed when he felt a drop come down onto his head.

"Shit," he muttered, though Yvette couldn't her him. It was a habit not to curse in front of her even if she was deaf.

He ran back into his apartment, grabbed an umbrella from it's usual place on in the umbrella stand, snatched his Marlboro cigarette pack from the kitchen counter, and ran back outside to meet Yvette with the umbrella open.

"A nice day out. It's very...cold." she said more to herself than to him.

He look a side-long glance at her and watched as she closed her eyes, and smiled; squeezing her hand in his. Her eyes opened almost instantly as she turned and met his gaze. He looked forward, not wanting to look at her eyes anymore. Not wanting to have that feeling anymore.

They were walking down James Avenue now when Callum had seen the "magnificent" Vie De Pâtisserie bakery of the equally "magnificent" Cateline Moreau, though Callum noticed that she wasn't inside taking orders. It was another girl.

A wicked smile spread across his face as his eyes locked onto a display of butter croissants all organized in some complex pattern that he couldn't quite make out. He waited a moment longer before taking his hand out of Yvette's and took slow strides inside the shop, but as soon as he opened the door; a jingle from above sounded.

Damn, was all he could think of before he ran to the toward to the front counter where a teenage girl stared at him in horror as he shoved about five croissants into his coat and ran out.

"Hey!" the worker called after him, but he made no effort to look back as he grabbed Yvette's hand and the two ran for Friendly Rivals cafe and coffee just next door.

"Croissants anyone?" He took a few in his hand and held them out, "Got em' at the devil's bakery next door." he laughed before seating Yvette at her usual place at the table in the far right corner, and going over to Liam.

Well, if it isn't pretty boy, he thought as he glared at the blond head. "Hey, Liam. Mind starting a pot of coffee for Yvette? I gotta check in, in the back." At that, he left.

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Lucas watched as his friend prepared this café miel, the way the crema lathered onto the coffee before the espresso was released into the liquid. The honey so lightly and delicately danced in with a finishing touch of cinnamon. And Lucas watched this all happen, you could say he was entertained by it, thinking Is this why people would kill for caffeine? Lucas has seen things get ugly, get rough, especially before he took control as captain and was under command of men who made mistakes in their strategies and tactics. So, simply beauties in life such as fireworks, rainbows, and even just coffee mixing, really help Lucas get through in life. Besides, what other soul enjoys beauty more than Lucas? Too bad, Lucas was not really planning to even drink the coffee, plus he did not want to taint the piece of artwork it has become. He thought of the people who order this stuff everyday and never stop to admire it, sometimes pleasing sights can give a stronger drive than caffeine ever could. Lucas tugged out his wallet from the back pocket. He picked out a twenty and handed it to Liam, "Just keep the change, for a tip."

After transferring the money to Liam, Lucas spoke again, "Liam, you shouldn't discourage yourself. You're great, in everything you write and say, its beauty- and I love beauty." Lucas sighed and then continued, "I know, it might sound easy to say this, but I find myself in situations in the past with victories. Victories! I have never failed a single mission, but it sure doesn't feel like a victory when I look at number of causalities, sure it might just be one person, but that person mattered, and I take full responsibility for their death. And when I feel like I've failed, when I'm discouraged I know that everyday I breathe- that is a second chance, a second chance that I will not give up. And what's more painful than giving up? Regretting it later. Liam, I will always be here to support you and your work. I hope you can do the same for yourself." It was a lot that was said from Lucas but he knew Liam needed it, he was being too hard on himself. Lucas would of done anything to encourage his friend, its never fun to see anyone down like that, well at least to Lucas, he loved happiness. And he was use to motivating his soldiers, so lifting people up and inspiring them was second nature to him.

Lucas would have continued to chatter but that was until another walked into the café, sure plenty of people entered the building but this one approached Liam and announced that he had with him croissants and made an insulting remark to the bakery, Lucas only tried to give a smile back but he had only received a mean glare from the man. Lucas kept his mouth shut until the stranger had left, Lucas had only seen the guy a couple times in town but never really ever spoke, Lucas wondered how he ever offended him. And when he did leave into the back as he said Lucas continued, "Liam, say the prettiest girls don't come until later? Guess, I'm lucky- found her. Watch and learn, my friend, I bet I could get her number and even ask her out on a date." And with that Lucas pranced over to the girl whom walked in with the menacing stranger, Lucas did not think much of it though when they walked together, he just saw a gorgeous face. He didn't waste any time also to make his way to her, the way an ant never waste time to land on a raw grain of sugar. Lucas flipped his hair, his eyes gazing into hers, his silly smile stretching on his face again. She was not quite look directly back at him when he approached her, Lucas was surprised, he grabs most girls attention by one sight of his pretty face. Maybe she wasn't impressed, so, now it was time for some talking. He did not know here, so asking questions may seem like an interrogation, so he went with the cute move, pick-up lines, some girls find it cute, others annoying, but even if they find it annoying, he turn that annoyance into playfulness. "The name's Lucas. You know, I was looking for the stars last night, but I couldn't find them, because they are in your eyes. Heh, I know it might sound cheesy but--"

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Liam grinned as Lucas attempted to cheer him up. He was like the sun exuding with all his positive energy. But try as he might, he was already in a mood. There was no digging himself out. It just sat there, on his brain, like a heavy weight of unfinished ideas and words just outside of his grasp. Maybe he just needed to sleep. Maybe he just needed a stiff drink.

Callum walked in with Yvette in tow. He was as grim and sullen as usual but at least he was there. Plates and cups had piled high in the sink. Customer would riot if Liam ran out of cups. As he spoke, Liam was already starting a pot of coffee. Only fresh coffee for Yvette. Callum insisted. There was no question that Yvette was beautiful. It was almost painful to look at her. She didn't look real, as if cut from marble and molded by knowing hands. He felt it almost cruel that she should be so lovely and so blind to it. Beauty was something to be appreciated, displayed, not dying in the dark. Liam found himself distracted when Lucas took notice of her. "Wait, Lucas, no-," But it was too late. Lucas was on the hunt. He shook his head. This wouldn't turn out well but he couldn't help but smile.

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Almost instantly, she became mesmerized as the sweet, rich aroma of coffee welcomed her as soon as Callum pulled her further into the cafe. He guided her in the direction to the table where she usually sat at as Callum worked, and helped her into the seat. Before he left, Yvette shoot out both fists, put on atop the other vertically and began swirling the top fist in a stirring motion.

Coffee? She asked in the usual ASL movement. A moment of silence- not that it mattered- passed before she felt him grab for her wrist and she let her fingers trail along his hand. Three fingers were pointed upward, noticeably, as the index finger and the thumb were pressed together in a circle.

Okay. She identified his sign, and smiled before his fingers slipped out of her grasp from hers.




As she waited for Callum to return, Yvette began constructing an origami owl made from a napkin she grabbed from its display case. Her fingers were fumbling ferociously with the flimsy material, letting her intelligence guide her to perfecting the craft rather than her eyes, in which was obviously no use regardless. She was folding it, creasing it, assembling it in a way no other human being would even muse at the complexity of the brilliant prodigy.

Yvette was definitely no stranger to all things imagination and human creativity, in fact she starved for artistry. It was perhaps the only thing keeping her sane in the darkness that seemed to engulfed her almost instantly. All things dark and tranquil, silent seemed to have followed her everywhere, like a permanent birthmark.

It will never go away.

No matter how hard you cried, screamed, even prayed for it to go away, for it to disappear it was always there. It probably isn't visible to the world outside you, but you knew that it was there. Like, Yvette knew that of her disabilities. Others might never know at first glance, but she always knew in which made it equally devastating. Waking up to know that you might never get a chance see the crack of dawn, the others around you, hear the birds early morning chirping...nothing.

It was a world of hell she lived in, but without art and her conscience telling her to stay positive, she manged to get through life, get through her disabilities swiftly and easily.

She was just about done with her origami when she felt a rattle under her feet specifying that someone had just moved the chair out, and was joining her at the table. "Back already?" She asked without taking her gaze off the inconspicuous origami in front of her. She waited for Callum to reach out to her, a movement that indicated his existence.

But he didn't. Instead, she felt nothing.

This time she whipped her head up, alarmed as she brushed the (black?) strands from her eyes. She waited for a movement, anything that told her that he was there with her. But again, nothing came. So, she sniffed at the air in discreet to get a whiff of his sweet smell of freshly cut wood from his cologne, but it was different. Instead, the smell was unbearably strong and smelled like something even Yvette couldn't define.

Next thing you know, a hand touched her hand roughly. Definitely not his .



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"Alrighty," Callum rubbed his hands together as he rejoined Liam behind the counter. "Where's that-" suddenly his eyes locked onto Yvette at a table with pretty boy. "-coffee." He watched them, watched them with eyes locked onto one another, watched as he rambled to her, watched as she listened though not actually "knowing" what he was saying. He opened his mouth to say something, but as if being irked by a fly, he shook his head and turned his back toward the two. "Let's see, he began rummaging through cabinets for a mug, slamming them as he went. "Ah, here we are." He took out the last of the mug, and put it on the counter in front of him. "Forgot to wash mugs again. You know you gotta remind me, Liam. Now where's that sugar. You know Yvette always loves her coffee sweet." As if trying to distract himself from stealing a glance at Yvette with pretty boy, he began pacing back and forth behind the counter, looking for the sugar. "I could have sworn it was over there, near the grinder." He put a hand on one hip and began tapping his foot in a arrhythmic beat as his eyes darted around behind the counter until he spotted the sugar near the blender.

"I knew I'd find it." He said more to himself. Then, he opened the sugar packet and poured two teaspoons in a measuring spoon with trembling hands, and felt Liam watching him in amusement as he did so. "Not caring. I don't care, Liam." He told him through clenched teeth, and chuckled nervously. "I mean, what guy wouldn't want to talk to her. She's gonna date someday, right?"

He took out the pot, now filled with freshly brewed coffee, turned to face them, and noticed pretty boy's hand covering Yvette's. At that, he slammed down the pot on the counter, and ran his fingers through his hair in a continuous matter. "Not caring, not caring, not caring.." he repeated to himself, but that wasn't enough to stop his temperament.

"Dammit!" He said in a huff. Then, he was on a rampage as he grabbed the pot, the mug, flipped a dish rag over his broad shoulder, and stalked over to Yvette and pretty boy.

"Coffee?" he asked him in his utmost pleasing tone, adding a genuine smile.

Without waiting for a response, he began slowly pouring coffee into the mug. "Y'know," he began. "You're that new kid, aren't you? I know things about you. Things that I'm not too impressed about. I'm not sure if you know me though, but the name's Callum. Callum Hall. And I have one heck of reputation around here. Well, not a good one, but you get the picture."

He paused, waiting for a response. When he didn't receive one he continued. "You see, I make my own rules. Whatever I want to do, I do. Whatever I want, I get. Get my point? Silence.

He smiled, "Good. I'm glad we came to a compromise." He stopped the pot from pouring out coffee, and held out the mug towards the blonde head putting on another smile. "Now," At that, he slowly began pouring the coffee onto the front of his pants where his little "friend" was at.

Callum watched in amusement as hot steam came rising above toward the ceiling. "I'm really not the type of guy to be reckoned with. You got me? I can make you appear in this town, but you know what, pretty boy? I can also make you disappear real easy." As soon as the mug was empty, he reached for the pot and began pouring that as well. "So, if you touch her again even look at her in anyway or form, tsk, I can make your life a living hell. And just maybe, maybe that face of yours won't be so pretty anymore. Alright?" He lifted up the pot, waiting for an answer. When he didn't get one, he began pouring again.

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When Callum lifted the first cup, Lucas had the suspicious of what he may do, but Lucas could not believe, people don't just pour steaming cups of coffee on complete strangers. Nope, he was wrong, Lucas guessed people are crazier than they seemed, sure the man was angry, but how was Lucas ever suppose to know. And why so damn bossy? Lucas was fine however , trying to keep calm the entire time Callum verbally dominated himself over Lucas, for Lucas never was the one to have a bad temper. And he was keeping his mouth shut- silent, its best to say nothing at all in situations like that, speech could of only made thins worse. But what ruffled Lucas's feathers, was as soon as the first drop of boiling coffee spattered against his tight jeans, a fiery heat now anchored into Lucas's garment, engulfing over his thighs and groin- now he was fully awake more than ever. Lucas's body went tense and stiff at that moment, every muscle his body flexed, with his teeth hinged together, trying to hold back a yell in agony. Lucas had sounded a growl signaling the burning affliction with fingers wrapped conceiving a firm fist.

He was not even paying attention to what Callum said next, Lucas was too preoccupied at the moment, if anyone could clearly see. Lucas witnessed now the pot joining the attack, and Lucas had the option of attacking back, but he knew it would have not been the smartest decision, first of all Lucas was ambushed, and ill prepared for offense. Second, Lucas was not the one armed, this Callum was. Third, there were people here, plenty of them, and he was not going to make more of the situation of what it already was. Lucas was calling in a retreat, but the war is not over, he could promise anyone that.

Lucas took a staggering step back, "Watch what you're doing, prick!" And with that Lucas spat on Callum, it was ill-mannered behavior, Lucas could admit, but you don't mess with a man's balls the way Callum did. "And way to go for the cheap shot, but I always strike the heart first." Lucas lurched away and towards Liam, struggling to speak in a whisper that turned into a hiss, "Liam! Need your help here. Lend me the key to your apartment, its across the street. Can't ride Angel- eh, my motorcycle, not like this! Come on, Liam, I need her your help." Not only was it the pain that hindered Lucas's but the embarrassment, now he was glad that the café was absent of any beautiful girls, he did not want to let them see him in this pathetic state.

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"Jesus, Callum!" Liam shouted. He should have known. Despite all his posturing, Callum had a giant sore spot and it was Yvette. He claimed not to care. He claimed to accept that Yvette would have a life outside him. But it was bullshit. Liam believed that Callum wanted to be Yvette's world and no one else was invited. He waved off a customer and slid around the counter to intervene. The damage had already been done. Lucas' skinny jeans were already strangling his legs and to add hot coffee nearly made Liam shudder in sympathy. He came in between them, holding up an arm against Callum to create distance between the two. "He didn't know, okay? That's my fault. He didn't mean anything by it so back off," he snapped. Liam shook his head and leaned close to Callum. "If you can't handle Yvette being noticed, then don't bring her here. In fact, you pull a stunt like that again, don't bring yourself here either,".

Liam clenched a fist to keep himself from visibly shaking. Confrontation wasn't his strong point. Lucas could lead an army but Liam could only write about it. He needed the distance. Standing at the front lines only made him anxious. He turned to Lucas who was the consummate commander. "Alright, here's the keys. Watch for Felicity's dog. You let that little monster go and she'll kill us both," he said, handing him the keys. "I'll keep an eye on Angel," he said with a smirk. It was a little difficult to take Lucas' love affair with this bike seriously but if something happened to that thing, it would probably destroy him.

Liam shook his head, casting a glance at Yvette. There she was, in the dark. He wondered what Callum would say to her. Would he tell her the truth? Would he tell her anything? Then suddenly an idea took root in his head. It was small and fragile, shivering in the cold but with a little work, Liam could bring it into the light. He just needed time to think, and perhaps an accomplice. He turned to the cafe and the gaping mouths of the customers. "Nothing to see here. Go back to your coffee," he said, returning to the counter. A woman met him there, insisting Liam call the police. He merely rolled his eyes and gave her a free coffee and a napkin with written instructions for Cateline Moreau, "Free croissant for unhappy customer".

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So warm... so comfortable. Callum's bed was a godsend compared to her own. That's why when they were still "on" she'd find reasons to stay the night. That and her mother wouldn't notice if she was there or not. Mary Lynn Roland didn't exactly have the best home life. Her mother was a drunk and drug addict. And Mary had to be her own parent from a very young age. That's why she pushes herself so hard. She always has to be the best at everything she does. If that meant getting a little help from Uncle Ritalin, so what?

The blonde yawned, stretching out and touching the spot where Callum had been. She opened one sleepy eye. He was gone. He was not one to wake up early unless he had to go to work. But wasn't today a weekend? She peeked at his clock. Seven thirty. She shot up so quickly that it seemed like someone gave her a shot of adrenaline.

"Fuck! It's Monday! I'm late!" Mary stumbled over to her backpack and grabbed it on the way to his bathroom. She was wearing one of Callum's clean shirts and not much more. She threw off the shirt and put on her bra. This was not good. She had a routine. If things veered off her routine, things went very bad for her. She brushed her teeth quickly and threw on a pair of high waisted shorts with a loose crop top over it. She left her hair in messy curls. She did make time to touch up her makeup.

She didn't to show up looking like a raccoon and risk that name being her new nickname. It was bad enough she still had Virgin Mary hanging over her head. She pulled on her favorite pair of boots and laced them up. She was half way out the door when she realized it was raining. Standing under the porch, she pulled on her rain jacket and zipped it up. She threw on her backpack and took off at a run.

Sure, if Mary had just gone straight from her boyfriend and best friend's out to the school, she would have been fine. But her functioning on nothing at this hour? That was a recipe for disaster. So she crossed the street but rain up to Vie De Pâtisserie and found Cateline, her boss, outside. She grinned at her, giving her a peck on the cheek. Cateline was the closest thing she had to a real mother. "Hey Cate! I'm late! I can't talk, sorry!" She hurried into the bakery. She slipped behind the counter. She nodded to Bella, not really saying anything to her. Bella wasn't her friend at all. She never actually teased her with the others, but she never stood up for her.

She grabbed a back and started throwing different treats that she could eat for breakfast and before her co worker could say anything, she was out the door again. She hurried to the cafe next to, sliding into the shop and nearly right into a tall blonde guy. She turned bright red, noticing his wet pants. She looked back up at his face, blushing more.

"H-hi... s-sorry." She stepped around him, finding the person she was looking for. And there he was. "Liam! You godly man, you, do you have my order ready?" She asked him, her eyes begging him for caffeine. Yup, that's right, not her boyfriend at all. She came in every day, rain or shine. And she got the same thing every day; a venti white chocolate mocha with and extra shot of espresso and an extra pump of syrup with whipped cream in a to go cup. "I'm really late." She told him, bouncing up and down.

Her brown eyes turned to Callum, glaring at him. "Thanks for not waking me up!" She stepped over to him and Yvette. She leaned down and touched Yvette's hand giving it a squeeze. This is how she always said hi to her friend. She opened up her box of pastries and set a brownie in front of her. She put her hand in her friend's again and spelled out 'brownie no nuts'.



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Lucas's spirits were lifted just a bit when Liam stepped in, because honestly Lucas wanted to stay out of it for the time being, he was smart enough to know when to back off, well at least for the time being. Besides, Lucas knew Liam would come through, and he did even more than that when he had ordered Callum to stand down, at least someone was talking some sense into him. Lucas tried to understand this Callum's motives in his attack, getting into the mind of his enemy so that he will remember the weaknesses of his enemy. So, Callum threw a childish tantrum as soon as Lucas touched that girl, Yvette was her name? Lucas will remember that and use it against him, maybe this girl is Lucas's way to revenge. Lucas would never hurt the girl or any girl that is, in any form or fashion, but simply keep in contact with her. And, Lucas believed if he did leave her alone just as Callum had desire, then Lucas would appear a coward, and Lucas is anything but a coward.

"Thank you, Liam. I owe you one," Lucas tried speaking nicely, but it only came out sour, anyone could imagine his mood was spoiled after what torment he had experienced. Lucas grabbed for the keys before Liam went to calm the customers, and Lucas started walking towards the door for an exit, but he paused and turned to Callum one last time, with a snarled Lucas guaranteed "And when I strike the heart, I don't miss. Remember that, prick..." Another had walked into the café as Lucas was leaving, he just kept his eyes looking to the ground, trying not to grab attention, which was odd for him, because if anyone knows Lucas, he marinades in attention.

And when Lucas was out he attempted to sprint down over to Liam and Felicity's apartment, but the faster Lucas paced his body the harder the fabric of Lucas's skinny jeans rubbed against the burned skin. But he didn't care about the pain anymore, he was too pissed to think about it, to embarrassed to stop and feel. Finally reaching the apartment, the first thing that came into Lucas's mind was that the living was quite small for two people to be living in, but he suppose not everyone could be as wealthy as he was. As soon as Lucas unlocked the door, he immediately slammed it behind him, but gently closing it trying to cause as little of noise to not alarm Felicity's dog, he wouldn't want to get Liam in trouble. Lucas headed for the freezer he needed to get ice on those burn marks. He found their ice bag and some Ziploc ones, scooping the cubes out and filling up four bags. He then return the ice bag back to its original place in the freezer.

Lucas then limped to the bathroom, he turned the bath's facet on the coldest temperature. While the water was running he first took off his shirts, his shoes, socks- the easy stuff first, now the jeans. It was already a pain taking them off, now doing it with a steaming puddle on would be far from pleasant. But within a struggling twenty to thirty minute time-span Lucas finally ripped the pants off. "Never ever, ever, wearing skinny jeans again! And I hate coffee!" he yelled to himself, a yell of frustration as he threw the jeans off and against the wall forcefully. Lucas dipped his ankles into the tub of water and then sat himself down staring at the bright red burns swollen on his flesh. He pressed the bags of ice down on his thighs and crotch, as he gave a sigh of irritation. He had no idea this is how he would start his day off.

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The sight of the bubbly blonde diffused the tension in the air. Already Liam could breathe a little easier. "Sorry, your little boyfriend had an accident with the coffee pot. Poor guy just can't pour a decent cup today. Maybe you shouldn't keep him up so late, sweetheart" he said, lifting a disapproving brow. "If you want your usual you'll have to wait," He leaned forward, running his eyes along her face, tracing it down her jawline and down to her mouth. "Or you could blow off school and we could run off to the beach. Feel the sand between our toes. The sun in our hair. You'll learn more in a day with me than at school," He gave her a wink, biting back a smile. Already he could see her dipping her toes in the water.

Then Liam caught sight of Yvette and his idea began to sprout. "Actually, that's a brilliant idea," he said, snapping his fingers. "There's got to be a beach around here somewhere. You can bring Yvette. I bet she'd love the sand and I could bring a... friend," He shrugged. Liam glanced at Callum as he walked over to Mary and Yvette's table. "Your boy can watch the shop. Morning rush is over," He leaned close to Mary, gently whispering in her ear, "It'll kill me if you say no," He breathed her in and suddenly realized what a risky idea this was. It was hard not to look at her big doe eyes and not want to stay in Brewster forever just to keep them in view. But he had bigger plans; plans that didn't involve being stuck in the muck and mire of a small town. But he did make a mental note to tell Lucas she was off limits.

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Cateline looked at Evan and laughed softly, "My night was fine. Boring, but fine... And adventures? Psh, without you in the apartment, I think not." Cateline winked at him and laughed, then saw Heath walk out of the bakery, "Damn it." Cateline murmured. She had let Bella get to her, and in doing so, she missed her usual conversation with Heath. Although it usually wasn't much, getting to talk to Heath in the mornings was... relaxing, in a way.

Cateline stood silently, glancing back and forth between Evan and the bakery. Cateline honestly wished that Evan would play more at the apartment. She liked hearing his music, even though she didn't get to hear it often. Cateline was about to speak when she saw Bella walk out of the bakery. She breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God she's out of my bakery." Cateline remarked, then looked back at Evan, "I'll see you back at the apartment, maybe?" Cateline smiled slightly, "If you're hungry or anything throughout the day, just come into the bakery. If I'm not at the counter, Gia knows who you are."

Cateline walked from the side of the building back inside, and once she got in, she saw Gia with a worried look on her face, "What happened?" She asked, and then Gia explained that a man came in and just took five croissants. Cateline shushed Gia with a hand up and shook her head, "I know exactly who you're talking about. And you don't need to worry about it." Cateline stomped over to Friendly Rivals just as Lucas was pushing his way out with a grimace on his face. Cateline looked at Liam curiously for a moment then shook it off before she shrieked, "Callum!"

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As soon as the little blonde spat on Callum, he was seconds away from beating on him until he felt someone's arm pushing at his chest. "Jesus, Callum!" It was Liam. Coming to the rescue as usual. Callum never mind him interrupting whenever he was close to trouble. He was used to it because without Liam always on his case about "doing the right thing", he wouldn't be alive. Although, Callum was more than surprised that someone actually had the tendency to put up with a good-for-nothing wretch like himself as his old man often called him on days when he came home in the grasp of a police officer late at midnight. 'Out partying with some friends, officers were just being superficial,' Callum often told him, yet nothing he could say was believable. After having two parents that were both fuck-ups, one of which was deadbeat, the other a typical drug-addict, you most likely have a kid that's ten times worse. Callum Jiovanni Hall was no smiles and sunshine, no, instead he was this rugged guy who's just waiting to fuck up someone's day, and present pure pleasure as he did so. However, in reality he was a guy just wanted happiness in his life. Whether or not Yvette was just that, no one quite knew.

"He didn't know, okay? That's my fault. He didn't mean anything by it so back off", Liam told him. At that, Callum rolled his eyes, but said nothing. This time Liam leaned in close, so that whatever he had to say was only to be heard by Callum. "If you can't handle Yvette being noticed, then don't bring her here. In fact, you pull a stunt like that again, don't bring yourself here either."

Callum just stared at him. It was clear Liam hadn't meant what he said about never coming to the cafe. He was his brother. Metaphorically, that is. And he knew that like everyone else. Despite the bizarre shit Callum puts Liam through, these two were inseparable. Partially because he lived with Felicity which makes it easier for Callum to see how she was doing, see if she ever said anything about his most recent visit to the library. So, it was hard to believe that Liam would actually insist Callum stopped showing up to the cafe if all he was going to bring with him was chaos. However, Callum knew better than to get on his friend's bad side, so he gave an nonchalant, but irritable"Whatever," Then, walked away towards the counter. Not long as he took two steps when Mary came rushing in a simple, "Thanks for not waking me up!" before she gave Yvette a brownie. He ignored her.

Behind the counter he spotted Arthur, face bent down into his journal as usual. "Who does that blonde head think he is?" He babbled on to Arthur, whether or not he was listening. "Queen Latifah?" He began preparing another pot of coffee when he heard very carefully when the door to Friendly Rivals swung open, but he hadn't looked up."Besides, it ain't over yet. When I get my hands on him I'm going to kick his-?"

"Callum!" His head snapped up to see Cateline storming over in his direction. "Well, If it isn't the she-wolf," he smiled halfheartedly. "How's therapy keeping ya? Y'know, you shouldn't yell so much. You'll give yourself a nosebleed."

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The sight of Cateline made the hair on his neck stand up. There was something distant about her. Maybe the word was lofty... She should have been born in an ivory tower but instead she was born here. With nothing to rule, she had her bakery. And while Liam attempted a civil relationship, with employees like Callum, it was a constant balancing act. And right now, he just wanted to leave. Let them battle it out, he thought, who was really in any danger? He could slip out, meet Lucas, wisk Mary and Yvette away and pretend, for just a moment, he was more than this place. But Liam had a thing about lost causes... They made great stories and a writer can't turn one down.

"Well if isn't the lovely Miss Moreau? Hope you come with good news. Maybe cookies? Otherwise we're terribly busy running a business. People have to have their coffee otherwise they go insane and Brewster just doesn't have the resources for an uptick in mental illness..." he grinned. He turned to Callum. He was sarcastic as usual and unhelpful. Why didn't he just fire him? He could hire some pretty face to flirt with all day. He'd never get any work done. Life would be easy. But he knew why. He liked Callum. He aggravated him, amused him, frustrated him and disappointed him but he was always there. For someone who pretended to care so little, he seemed to care so much. Another lost cause.


But just because Liam liked lost causes was no excuse to ruin his day. He had plans and no one fucks with his plans. He walked over the Cateline and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, "Take a breath. Nothing like a nostril flair to ruin your beautiful features," He would pay for that later but just maybe her anger would be spread too thin. How did they ever stay in business? It was a magnet for trouble. "Now play nice, you two. Don't scare off the customers," he said, eyeing Cateline, "After all, we're friendly rivals, remember. Not the Hatfields and McCoys," He was tempted to kiss her on the forehead like a child to antagonize her. It was almost fun to do. But he decided against it. He needed his limbs.

Liam looked back towards Mary and Yvette. They were almost slipping away from him. "Meet me at the apartment," he shouted to them. His eyes lingered on Mary and he turned away and left before shit really hit the fan. Hopefully they'd make a speedy exit out of there before they were swept up.

He slipped home to find Lucas in a state of existential crisis over coffee. "I've been hit with inspiration!" he announced, with little concern to Lucas' state of dress. Skinny jeans were inviting trouble. No good came out of strangling one's circulation. "While I might have writer's block, I am apparently still brilliant. As long as everyone cooperates. Now put some pants on. I invited a friend of mine to the beach plus Yvette, that girl you got burned over. Now Yvette is blind and deaf. None of your usual tricks are going to work. But Mary will interpret. By the way, Mary's off limits," He collapsed on the couch, sinking into the cushions. Liam wanted to believe his intentions were good. Yvette needed a little freedom and Callum needed to either admit his feelings or let her the hell go. All he was doing was forcing an outcome... He ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach. He wasn't hurting anyone... right?

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Lucas had been soaking there in the tub all alone, contemplating through libraries of thoughts. He could suppose, civilian's life, to him, was so much more difficult and strenuous than being pressed at the frontlines ever was. And it was the fact that Lucas was startled by Callum's hostility, making Lucas guess he assumed way too much about people, that people are actually crazy or selfish scumbags that step out line. On base, Lucas would have never ran into that type of trouble, mainly because people, soldiers, there had respect for him, they had to according to the medals and emblem stamped against Lucas's uniform. But none of that mattered here. So, what did?

And suddenly, Liam stormed in, door open, Lucas given yet another surprise that day. Lucas jumped back, and grabbed the ice bags, trying to cover as much as he could of his crotch. "Bloody hell, Liam! Don't scare me like that," he reacted in his naked state. "Well, its not everyday that I get my balls scorched in coffee and then walk in on nude..."

Lucas then listened to Liam's plan, as he grabbed a towel nearest to him. While Liam was talking, Lucas climbed out of the tub, before he wrapped the towel around his waist. "Wait, a minute... Yvette, that girl, she's deaf... and blind? Damn... No, wonder that prick was pissed off." Lucas at this point had become numb at the surprises, too many to count, and no telling what else this town is full of. But if he could help, Lucas rather know about things before they do become what is qualified as a surprise. Besides, Lucas would of never imagine all that was started over his attempt to get her number.

Lucas was at least glad that Liam was there to inform him. Who knows that would happen if he wasn't. Lucas buried it in his mind to be remembered that Mary was, as Liam said, off-limits. Lucas did not want to lose Liam, he was very helpful, so he will remember to take that order seriously. Speaking of orders, Lucas had to prepared himself for his next destination, the beach. Lucas did not know how Liam got this plan all started, but he was not going to refuse, better than sulking alone in a bathtub. "Pants, pants, pants, need pants-- Oh, Liam, could I borrow some pants, and maybe some boxers also? My stuff is... kind of... I don't know- soaked."

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"What? You've lived and showered with soldiers. No one ever saw you naked?" It only suddenly occurred to him just how bohemian his childhood must have been. His dad was buttoned up. He was probably born with a suit and tie but Liam recalled walking in on his mother prancing around naked, usually covered in paint, when she taught classes at home. It never phased him. Naked hippies and artists were just background. When his father died, Liam had even posed nude for a few art classes to get by. The pay was pathetic otherwise he'd have kept at it. "There's pants somewhere around here. Felicity usually does the laundry. At least I think she does," he said.

Without thought, he took one of the many notebooks scattered and started scribbling down an idea. Maybe his mistake had been trying to invent a story when there were so many right here. "Just be careful with Yvette," he said suddenly. He had a feeling nagging at him that he couldn't shake off. "She's a little sheltered," Liam knew what he was getting them into. It wasn't difficult to see where it would go. So if it all blew up in his face, he had no exit strategy. Maybe it would have been better to leave the strategy to Lucas and Liam could go back scribbling on napkins. But as he looked at the door, waiting for it to open, waiting for something new, he didn't want to go back. Instead, he announced to himself as well as to Lucas, "If they don't hurry up, I'm going back to the damn cafe and..." and what... throw Mary over his shoulder and drag her off? He almost laughed at the idea. "And drag them out of there. No one ruins my unscheduled day off,"

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"No, just didn't want to make you jealous," it was a cocky comment from Lucas when Liam questioned Lucas's sudden desire for cover, but it was all in playful jeering. It was not that Lucas was ever ashamed of his body, no he will mold and sculpt it until perfection. But he just was not prepare to be seen like that, and especially what he thought was a low state at the time. Besides, Lucas knew that Liam had a roommate, Lucas did not want to introduce himself to a complete stranger naked. He was raised to be a gentleman, and growing up in a wealthy home he took etiquette sessions as a little boy. Sure he has broken and forgotten a lot of those rules, like flipping his shirt off, but he knows he has to have some kind of class, don't want to end up as some white boy trash.

So Yvette was coming over to Liam's apartment lie soon? Lucas was not sure how he felt about that. He would not have a problem to be seen with her again with Callum present, in fact Yvette was Lucas's way to strike Callum back, because he knew that it hurt Callum to see Yvette among the likes of Lucas. But what if Callum did find Yvette with Lucas, even if Lucas was simply standing next to her, Callum would be pissed either way. And Lucas had no problem in pissing Callum off, that was kind of the point of seeing Yvette in the first place, but pissing off Liam was another story. Liam's beach day would be ruined if Lucas and Callum if they started giving each other hell again, and Liam when off how he did not want his plans ruined. Lucas just knew if Callum did come at him with physical hostility, Lucas would just play the defense, and hopefully maybe Liam would jump in.

After scouting around for pants, Lucas was successful at finding a pair which he slipped into rather easy, being aware the last pair he was wearing were skinny jeans that felt like an extra and unnecessary workout to put on. For Lucas's torso, he just wore his crimson V-neck as before, at least that didn't have any coffee stains. "So, you really want this to happen?"Lucas asked as he sat down next to Liam, tossing his long blonde locks to the side of his face and out of the way of his bright blue eyes. Lucas noticed Liam was scribbling something, but wasn't too nosy to ask why or what it was. "Are you sure this is a good idea? You know, bringing me along, with Yvette there. I'm not scared of Callum, but I don't want to ruin your day if he shows up, seeing me there with Yvette, hell would unleash, and this time I would be prepared. Besides, what's their connection anyways. Yvette and Callum related somehow?"