Disclaimer: I don't own 90210
Pairing: Liam and Annie
Rating: T
Warnings: None
A/N: This is season 1ish AU. I noticed they weren't many Annie/Liam fic out there and these guys have insane chemistry so here's my take. No plot, but I've got most of it written out. Enjoy
Chapter 1
Normally she wasn't one for solitude, but a walk on the beach was exactly what the doctor ordered. Annie just hadn't been feeling the party tonight, with Naomi blatantly telling her that she didn't trust her.
The past weeks of trying to rekindle their friendship, seemed to be unravelling because of a boy yet again. A boy she wasn't even sure she could stand. Sometimes she wondered if Naomi was seeing what she wanted to see and had no interest of at least trusting her.
"The party's that way," Liam's voice broke through her inner musings.
It figured, the cause of the slight rift in hers and Naomi newly reformed friendship would be the one other person escaping the party. "I could say the same for you," was her reply, before continuing her slow trek down the beach. It was in both their best interests to avoid each other.
"So why are you out here then?" he asked, finally looking up from his drawing to pin blue eyes on her. He wasn't surprised nor disappointed, by the raised eyebrow at his question. "Just making conversation."
She chuckled, "Really? 'cause last time I checked conversation required full sentences and you barely utter a word."
"A bit judgemental and nasty Annie, have I done something to offend you?" he asked with a smirk.
"Other than using me to push your would-be girlfriend away, who happens to be a friend of mine, nothing." The thing to do was walk away, but she found herself rooted waiting for a response that was a semblance of the truth.
His features darkened slightly, "she isn't my girlfriend," it was true, he and Naomi was shy of being bonk buddies and miles away from being anything close to being in a relationship. He didn't do relationship, and hadn't indicated that he was interested in one. He liked Naomi, but what they had was nothing serious. "I wasn't using you, the date was real. Which reminds me… I never got an answer."
"It thought the answer was pretty obvious," she replied. Whether she was just being over paranoid or whatever, but it sounded a lot like Naomi was a game to Liam. "And if you're not serious about her, you shouldn't string her along." It was time to walk away.
"If she doesn't trust you by now, shouldn't you stop trying?" he countered, knowing a small snippet about the whole Annie-Ethan-Naomi triangle.
Not turning to face him, she made a move to look over her shoulder, but decided against it. To turn would mean agreeing with him, and admit she was thinking the same thing.
If a guy would always come between them what was the point right?
***
By the time she got back to the party, it had completely died down, and her ride there - Naomi - was currently passed out drunk. She could have helped pick up, but she was already twenty minutes past curfew and any later would mean more trouble.
"Need a ride?" once again Liam voice, called her attention to him.
He didn't look smug, if anything he looked bored, propped up on the hood of his muscle car, arm resting on a bent knee. She could say no, but saying yes would save her a phone call and cab fare. What could possibly happen. "You offering?" making sure they understood each other.
"Did I stutter?" he called over his shoulder, as he opened his car door. "Coming or what?" getting in, assuming she'd follow suit no matter how stubborn she appeared to be
After a short moment of hesitation, she walked over to the passenger side and got in, smug smile plastered on his face once again. "Just drive," she rolled her eyes, settling in her seat and buckling up.
That was a big difference between Naomi and Annie. Where the blonde wouldn't have buckled up, Annie just had to. One was reckless, the other was over cautious. So why was he so intrigued by Annie, when usually a girl like her would bore him.
Turning on the stereo, the sound of Back in Black by AC/DC came booming from the speaker, making Annie raise an eyebrow at him.
"My car, my music," he stated, simply pulling onto the main road.
She was barely containing a smile, as she raised her hands in mock surrender. "Didn't say anything." It figured, she guessed. He just seemed, like the only other person who would listen to classic rock. Dixon had refused to understand her liking for the genre, when she enjoyed pop too.
The silence wasn't uncomfortable, in fact it was welcomed. Only music filling the car. Liam noticed her tapping her feet and blobbing her head slightly. That was something he really hadn't expected her, for her to know or recognize any of the songs coming from his stereo. She looked more of a pop girl, maybe he was wrong.
It figured that one of his more embarrassing songs on his play list would play, which made her break the silence. "REO Speedwagon. Really?" she questioned, wanting to make the usually over confident guy squirm.
"What? It's a decent song," he defended, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. He listened to who he listened, not excuses
Annie scoffed, "if you're high! I mean … Kevin Cronin?"
"Says the girl who listens to the Jonas Brothers."
She rolled her eyes, "That's where you're wrong, I don't and won't ever listen to the Jonas Brothers," she corrected. She didn't have anything against the band, but it just wasn't her thing. "Once was enough."
The more he found out, the more he was sure despite her protest, the girl was going to explode. And, man he couldn't wait for it.
She hated to admit it but, the ride home wasn't as terrible as she anticipated.
More soon
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