-- you're insane, you're in pain,

“You’re not worthy of my time right now. I told you if you walk out, I’m not coming after you,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. It would take time for her to get over what happened but she knew eventually she would. “No, we can take your car but the moment I want to leave you better drive me back here, Liam. I’m not kidding.” Amelia moved to his truck and quickly climbed into the passenger seat, putting on her seat belt. Once they started to drive, she glanced over at him with a soft sigh leaving her lips. “How have you been?” She should at least ask because even though her anger and hurt was there, she still cared about him and his feelings.

"Yeah, like that." He softly sighed, "I'm sorry for saying that, I don't know why I said it. If I'm honest here, you'd probably should be more worried about me trying to do some shit like that before you." Liam's mind worked a little differently than most, it was also for this reason why it was a good thing no one could read his mind. "No argument here." He probably deserved another few weeks of the silent treatment, but they both knew that was only going to end one way. Unless Liam wanted to be ignored, or simply didn't care, you couldn't and wouldn't succeed. "You're right." And he stopped right there. He could've added more, his pride told him to. But it was just excuses at this point, and there was no denying the ending result.

"I didn't walk out in hopes of you chasing me, Amelia. I just -- I don't know." He responded honestly, "But that's fair." Liam nodded as she told him what was up, holding his hands up in defeat, "You can leave when you want to leave." He promised once again.

Liam made his way into her apartment, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and silent. He'd eventually find himself a seat in front of the counter, watching as Aiyla began to pour their much needed drinks. "Uh, lets see -- I got my girlfriend pregnant, then accused her of trying to trap me." He recalled, "Even though, I'm more the one who'd try to trap her. And then I walked out because I had to be at this bar gig I picked up, didn't really tell her that. But I didn't walk out before, you know, she told me I was free and I didn't need to worry about her or the baby. So, now, I'm pretty sure she thinks I walked out on her and the kid. The kid has barely began to boil yet, and I'm already pulling a William Granger SR." He rambled, "You think that shit is hereditary? Being a shit dad? Shit, both my parents sucked ass. So, it'd be a double whammy."

As much as she wanted to fight and yell, she didn’t have it in her. She was already exhausted from her day at work and this was the exact opposite of what she needed right now but she was going to just roll with it. “Better to get this out of the way,” she replied. “You driving to dinner?” She asked, before she found herself walking to her car to throw her bags and stuff inside. “You’re just lucky that I’m hungry right now.”

"You're right." He admitted, with a firm nod, "I could've at least voiced that part, it's not like I had a problem voicing other stuff." That was usually his M.O, he never could voice the truly important stuff. He clenched his jaw at her remark, his nostrils flaring, "Fine, you can have that one. I deserved that, but I'm not my dad, Amelia." Shit, he had given up quite a bit in his life already to prove that. When she spoke again, he found himself internally cringing. That was not at all what he meant, or was trying to say. "I don't want to walk out on you, Amelia."

Despite having drank nearly her weight in whiskey and the hours that had passed since the fight she'd had with her mother, Georgie could still feel the sting of the slap on her cheek.

It hadn't been a hard hit- and Georgie could see the regret in her mother's eyes as she'd turned on her heels and stormed out of the kitchen and further into the gilded cage the Abhrams called home. However, the physical contact still hurt. Physically. Emotionally. Which was why the usually vivacious blonde got into her car and simply drove. She drove until her gas light came on and then pulled into a bar in the middle of nowhere, practically on autopilot as she sat down on a stool in between two men who's stares only caused her order to go from a double to a triple.

Two hours, a game of pool, and a line dance on top of the bar later and Georgie, even in her now inebriated state, knew something was off. She couldn't find her car keys and the two men from before were the only ones left in the bar with her. Somehow even the bartender had disappeared when she wasn't looking. So her plan was to settle her tab with whatever cash she had on hand, get in her car and lock the doors while she waited for an Uber to come and get her. She'd go back to Ozan's place, probably. Or Neslihan's. Or the Yoon's. All she knew was that she wasn't going back home. However, when she went back to the bar she found her keys missing and her wallet empty. Shit.

Georgie's unsteady legs carried her outside as quickly as they could manage, eyes scanning the nearly empty and badly lit parking lot for her Audi, but it was gone. Pulling her phone out with the intention of ordering an Uber and then calling the police, the red battery icon in the corner read 1%, causing the inebriated blonde to let out a low hiss of annoyance. Change of plans.

( iMessage 📲 willy🍆iam ) → mongoose ( iMessage 📲 willy🍆iam ) →📍

Despite not having seen or spoken to Liam in person in weeks and despite his valiant attempt at ending their friendship for good, Georgie had faith that he'd show up for her. She had to. And with that thought in the back of her mind, that the man who'd always been her very own knight in shining armor was coming to rescue her, she stormed back into the bar with a newfound (and ill advised) confidence as her phone died. "Who the fuck stole my car?!"

They hadn't spoken in months, it seemed like now. He knew she was still alive, and that was all that really mattered to him. Whatever she wanted, it could wait til tomorrow. He wouldn't be surprised if it was another drunken text. But before he could sit the phone down, his facial recognition would register on the screen, unlocking the phone and therefore, the message behind the pay wall.

He'd sit straight up as the code word stared back at him, "Fuck." He muttered, as he saw that she pinned her location.

( iMessage 📲 Georgie ) you're kidding right?

He'd hit send, but realize quickly that the message was never delivered. Either she had blocked him, or her phone died. Money was on her phone died. "Goddamn it, Georgie." He hissed, as he threw the blanket off him, and sat on the edge of the bed. He attempted to call her, only for the call to go straight to voicemail. Staring down at his phone, he knew he had two options. He could ignore her, like he had been doing, and hope she was fine. Or he could go to the location on his phone, and make sure she was. He sat there for a moment longer, his head telling him it wasn't his problem anymore, while the many years of friendship and care told him he needed to go. "Fuck!" He shouted as he pushed off the bed, and hurried to get dressed.

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He'd raced towards the location she had sent him, many different scenarios running through his mind. But this had been his part in her life for so long, haven't it? He was the one that came to the rescue, and he was the one who cleaned up her messes. Which made him sure that whatever he was about to walk into was going to be another mess. Killing the engine in front of a run down bar, Liam shook his head, "For a rich girl, who refuses to wear anything but heels, and must always have your hair in place, you really do pick some of the trashiest fucking places." He mumbled to himself as he threw the door open, and headed towards the front door. The sound of commotion behind the door bought something primal out of Liam, as he stormed his way into the shit hole, "What the fuck is going on?!"

Amelia had only taken on a few new clients so that she didn’t find herself too stressed. She had back to back meetings and was glad when the last client she had for the day had left. Grabbing her belongings, she headed out the building and to her car when Liam popped out. Seeing him physically hurt her. Her chest tightened, her stomach in knots at the sight of his face, his voice - his everything. “Oh now you want to talk?” She asked, not really looking for an answer. “I told you when you walked out, you’re off the hook so what the hell do you want?” She crossed her arms across her chest as she finally looked up at him.

Did he expect her to be calm and easy going about this? No, he definitely didn't. That wasn't the Amelia he knew and was fucking crazy over. That didn't change the fact, however, that his jaw ticked at the way she responded. Staring at her, the awkwardness he felt moments before faded into annoyance. "I walked out because I had a job to be at, not because I was taking you up on your generous offer." He spit out, "I really don't know who you think I am, but who the fuck I am not is my father." He reminded her, "Yeah, my initial reaction suck, I apologize for that, but if you think I'm walking out on this kid; you're in for a hell of time, sweetheart."

Liam pressed sent on the last message just as he turned the corner into Aiyla's apartment building. His mind racing a million miles per hour as her recalled every memory from the last few days. The sudden change of life news that he still found himself struggling to comprehend. Not that he should, he was more then aware of how something like this happened. Once the door swung open, the normally cheerful Liam wasn't the one that greeted the brunette. There was no devious plan for the night, or worry for the woman to regret opening the door. Well -- at least, not in the usual sense. He forced a smile at his friend, "Hey -- so, uh, I think I may have fucked up." He began, then shaking his head, "No, I, uh, I definitely fucked up." He awkwardly chuckled, "You got something good to drink?" @aiylademirci

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"I still want to be in touch with my younger self, which is everything that I am. I don’t want to look at everything from the outside. I want to be in it. I want to see it all from my eyes.”

I’m… I’m sorry, Felix, but no one wants to sit next to fucking Oliver. Why not? ‘Cause he’s a scholarship boy who buys his clothes from Oxfam. Harsh. That’s so harsh. You’re such a snob.

"I sure as fuck hope not," he shook his head, laugh damn near humorless as he lowered his large frame to sit near Liam, "but if that fucker ends up in jail I might just let him sit there a while." Tired of this shit, he was. There was a bruise on his chest the size of Derek's fist to only contribute to how done he was with all these fights and blowups. "Damn, maybe we should call the mayor," Jeremy joked, this time the little grin was real, "put in a curfew request. There's some hooligans on the loose."

"You wouldn't be able to claim that whole big brother thing rightfully if it wasn't." Liam commented, more than aware that the title could almost reflect a second father if one wasn't fortunate enough to miss that bullet. Jeremy and himself had not been. When he asked if he had another cigarette, Liam simply nodded, before pulling the pack out of his pocket. Taking one out, he'd hand it over to the man, followed by the lighter. Some would be surprised to learn that smoking was nothing Liam's most deathly habit. Therefore, he found it to be the lesser of two evils.

“Hey, who are you to call me a quitter? I’m trying to save myself here.” The man was like seven feet tall or something, and although she wasn’t dainty by any means, he still towered over her. Who the hell wanted to get hurt from kicking someone’s tall behind? “Unless…” She allowed the word to trail off, “you get off on letting pretty women go all dominatrix on you. That’s it, isn’t it? That’s your kink? Come on, you can be candid with me, I’m not going to tell anyone,” the next part was uttered under her breath, “just everyone following my blog.” If she didn’t see him as a great friend, she would never imagine teasing him this way. But Liam was like a brother to her. A very tall, giant of a brother. 

"I don't believe I'm missing shit, so --" He chuckled, forever one not to understand people's obsession behind coffee. But each to their own, he just knew he would be getting his caffeine intake elsewhere. He rolled his eyes as Sarai made her comment, "Right? Who would've thought?" Very few, in all honestly, while Liam had a lot of girl friends, he never really had a girlfriend. Amelia had always been the closest he came to that, and over ten years later; he guessed she could finally hold the title rightfully. Why she even wanted it, would be a mystery to him for the rest of time. "I am being nice to her!" He assured, "I mean, she might want to punch me from time to time, but I am very nice to her." A hell of a lot more nicer then he was when he was 17 that was for sure. "I'll be there with bells, don't be surprised if he wants to come home with me after this. Cats love me."