right she would be heard too. Shyness and fear of how she would be perceived was no longer a part of her. It wasn't an act either. Everything that she became was already in her head all she did was let it out. Giving herself the freedom to be herself was the best thing she'd ever done.
~
Despite what Liv said, Braden couldn't help going back to look through her stuff. It was wrong to invade her privacy and he knew it but he did it anyway. He looked at picture after picture. The ones of him on stage made his stomach hurt. There were notes to friends of hers and from her friends to her that he passed, noticing one said her dream date was to be taken to Fairmont's on the lake. When he came to a spiral buried at the bottom of the box. Flipping through the pages he found more poems she'd written. Stopping at the page that had two separate pictures stuck to it, one of him and one of blonde Liv, his breath grew shallow as he read.
Watching you slide your fingers down the strings
Makes me want for unfamiliar things
Late at night I imagine that it's me
You'd glide you fingers across my skin so effortlessly
♥
I see your heart when you're up there
Each note is caressed from out of thin air
♥
Commanding the cords obedience as you sing
I can tell something's missing
♥
Music isn't what she brings
Her harsh tones control you as she pulls your strings
♥
The cord of your heart is what she lacks
If given the chance
I would glide my fingers across your strings
As I played you back.
It was like musician porn. Her words were sexy and each one affected him more as he re-read them.
After pulling out his cell phone and taking a picture of the page, Braden stared at the picture of blonde Liv. There was something in her eyes. The same look Liv always had. Seeing old pictures of her, and knowing her now, it seriously could have been two completely different people, except for her eyes. It was like the Liv he knew was trying to bust out but the shy blonde wouldn't let her. Either way, he knew there was no way he was going to let what happen between them fade into the background of their friendship like she had.
M 9 H
On the way home from Legacy Ink, while 'Gives You Hell' by All-American Rejects blared through her car speakers, Liv reassured herself that nothing was different. She could easily say Braden had backed her into a corner and she was forced to tell him. That was almost true. Except, she wasn't backed into a corner, she was pressed up against his chest with his arms around her. When her mind shifted to what it would feel like to have him back her into a corner, Liv cursed herself under her breath.
It was odd that they had become friends in the first place. When someone breaks your heart, it teaches you a lesson. Seeing that person again and realizing they've learned nothing from it, pisses you off. But when you're forced to sit by and watch someone unwind with heartache as the whole world watches, that's the moment you realize you're thankful for the lesson they taught you and that person deserves a chance. And that's what she gave him, a chance to start over with her. Now, she couldn't imagine what would have happened to either of them at this point, had they not had each other. That was what she needed to focus on. Not a moment from the past but right now. It was Thursday night, and that is what needed to be preserved, for both their sakes.
~
Seated at the kitchen table, playing round three of chutes and ladders, conversation was nonexistent. The sound of their game pieces sliding across the board with each turn was starting to make Liv uncomfortable. Although the silence that accompanied Braden was usually comforting, she could feel the unspoken strain her admission this morning placed on the evening.
Glancing at him as she made the final move to win, Liv said, "Three outta three."
Without a word, he stood up and walked to the kitchen sink.
Twisting in her chair, she looked past the bar to him, offering,
~
Despite what Liv said, Braden couldn't help going back to look through her stuff. It was wrong to invade her privacy and he knew it but he did it anyway. He looked at picture after picture. The ones of him on stage made his stomach hurt. There were notes to friends of hers and from her friends to her that he passed, noticing one said her dream date was to be taken to Fairmont's on the lake. When he came to a spiral buried at the bottom of the box. Flipping through the pages he found more poems she'd written. Stopping at the page that had two separate pictures stuck to it, one of him and one of blonde Liv, his breath grew shallow as he read.
Watching you slide your fingers down the strings
Makes me want for unfamiliar things
Late at night I imagine that it's me
You'd glide you fingers across my skin so effortlessly
♥
I see your heart when you're up there
Each note is caressed from out of thin air
♥
Commanding the cords obedience as you sing
I can tell something's missing
♥
Music isn't what she brings
Her harsh tones control you as she pulls your strings
♥
The cord of your heart is what she lacks
If given the chance
I would glide my fingers across your strings
As I played you back.
It was like musician porn. Her words were sexy and each one affected him more as he re-read them.
After pulling out his cell phone and taking a picture of the page, Braden stared at the picture of blonde Liv. There was something in her eyes. The same look Liv always had. Seeing old pictures of her, and knowing her now, it seriously could have been two completely different people, except for her eyes. It was like the Liv he knew was trying to bust out but the shy blonde wouldn't let her. Either way, he knew there was no way he was going to let what happen between them fade into the background of their friendship like she had.
M 9 H
On the way home from Legacy Ink, while 'Gives You Hell' by All-American Rejects blared through her car speakers, Liv reassured herself that nothing was different. She could easily say Braden had backed her into a corner and she was forced to tell him. That was almost true. Except, she wasn't backed into a corner, she was pressed up against his chest with his arms around her. When her mind shifted to what it would feel like to have him back her into a corner, Liv cursed herself under her breath.
It was odd that they had become friends in the first place. When someone breaks your heart, it teaches you a lesson. Seeing that person again and realizing they've learned nothing from it, pisses you off. But when you're forced to sit by and watch someone unwind with heartache as the whole world watches, that's the moment you realize you're thankful for the lesson they taught you and that person deserves a chance. And that's what she gave him, a chance to start over with her. Now, she couldn't imagine what would have happened to either of them at this point, had they not had each other. That was what she needed to focus on. Not a moment from the past but right now. It was Thursday night, and that is what needed to be preserved, for both their sakes.
~
Seated at the kitchen table, playing round three of chutes and ladders, conversation was nonexistent. The sound of their game pieces sliding across the board with each turn was starting to make Liv uncomfortable. Although the silence that accompanied Braden was usually comforting, she could feel the unspoken strain her admission this morning placed on the evening.
Glancing at him as she made the final move to win, Liv said, "Three outta three."
Without a word, he stood up and walked to the kitchen sink.
Twisting in her chair, she looked past the bar to him, offering,
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