I was really proud of myself for helping Scott out and here he was at tryouts, about to become captain. Everything was good. Well beside the murderous back from the dead aunt of Scott's ex-girlfriend who died. It still hurts. But speaking of;
"Is Argent coming back?" I asked both Scott and Stiles as we walked towards the lacrosse field.
"He didn't answer my text," Scott answered.
My brother and I stopped in our tracks. "Umm," I began and Stiles of course cut me off and said what I was thinking, "You told Argent his dead sister is back from the dead over text?"
"Do you have money to call France?" Touche.
"You wanna talk about money problems?" Stiles asked with a scoff.
"Thanks to his episode, we're stuck paying for an MRI and a visit to eichen house," I explained to Scott, rolling my eyes up at my brother. "I'm just glad to be old enough for a job. No sweet sixteen for me, though!"
"First off, who would you even invite to a sweet sixteen? And it's not up to you to help pay those bills, why can't you just be a fifteen year old girl?" Stiles antagonized me, giving me sassy neck rolls in the process. I peeked up at Scott who was giving us sad eyes like he felt bad for us. I hated that.
"Well it's not like your helping! All these damn problems and you're worried about someone taking your spot on the team? Really?" I scoffed and folded my arms across my chest. These guys were ridicolous.
"Well looks like we've got some competition."
In usual brother/sister fashion, Stiles and I both let out a 'huh' and turned to the field where Scott was staring intently. I recognized the three boys he was staring at as freshman right off the bat. Garret was the boy fiercly throwing the lacrosee balls towards the short boy in the goalie stand, and Alex was the long haired boy channeling Jacob Black either and yes, they were both hot. The boy in the goalie was effortlessly catching the pitches. He seemed like a robot but his arm movements were way too swift and calculated. Wow...
"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asked with astonishment. A few moments later he was answered when the kid took off his helmet. I gasped, knowing my brothers reaction would be anything but pretty. "Liam!"
Scott grabbed at my brother so he wouldn't approach Liam and I moved in the front of him. Liam was no longer a sixth grader meaning Stiles could definately beat him up now. Well probably not...
"Stiles, it's fine. It was three years ago!" I tried, giving a smile. "I'm grown and you don't need to protect me."
"Grown where?"
"I have tits and a period!"
"Dude!" Scott and Stiles exclaimed with cringe worthey faces. At least Stiles was not thinking about Liam, even if it meant he was thinking about my shark week.
"You guys have to go out there and practice!" I cheered them on, clapping a bit. "And I'm not trying out for cheerleading so be thankful." I pushed both of the boys towards the field, and even if my brother was a little hesitant, he ended up running out there with Scott. I just hope Liam is only good at goalie...
"Baby!" I hate when people say my full name, especially-
"Liam," I greeted, giving him a small and fake smile. I did not want to be late to my ceramics class. Art was obviously my fav.
"Why the hell was your brother antagonizing me after lacrosse practice?"
"It's his thing and he hates you. You gonna antagonize me about it?" I asked, beginning to take a few steps backwards to escape. "I gotta get to ceramics."
"Well so do I."
"Taking ceramics?" I asked him in complete disbelief. Not often do you find a total jock in the arts section of the school- beside me, anyways. 'You know anything about throwing?"
"Huh?"
"Pottery."
"Duh! I made pots and vases for my mom all the time."
"In elementary school?" I scoffed, giving him a very hard eye roll. "I honestly don't believe you're taking ceramics."
"Yeah, I picked my electives today."
"How the hell did you get ceramics? It's not even for freshmans and there's a fresh out of college physical art teacher."
"Uhhh, I don't know," Liam said, then motioning for us to start walking down to the art wing. I took the inititiative to start walking but for me, not him of course.
"Hope you're not a total trainwreck!" I totally hope he is...
After nine minutes of instruction, my teacher believed Liam was well versed in the art of pottery, and had Liam at a station next to me with a ball of clay. I had my headphones in, playing rock music to block out the classical music my teacher insisted on playing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Liam fussing with his clay, but I tried hard not to pay attention and kept focused on the plate I was making.
There was a loud and panicked, "Woah!" from beside me, loud enough to overshadow my music, and I felt a sharp pain in my side that almost knocked me on my ass. I pulled out my earbuds and turned to face the apologetic looking Liam and his empty pottery wheel. On the floor next to me was a big chunk of clay. I was seething, my nostrils were unconsiously flared and my whole side ached. I wanna kill this kid.
"And that, class, is what happens when you don't center," My teahcer announced, asessing the mess. "Liam, I believe you should clean up and just observe Ms. Stillinski-
"What?!" I shouted, making wild arm movements. I need to stop channeling my brother holy shit.
"It may be better for him to learn from a peer, I can't stand around and teach him all day." Like that's not his freaking job! There was a moment of silence, "I'll give you extra credit!"
"I don't need extra credit for an art class!" Liam began to pick up the clay from off the floor. He grabbed it with one hand then seemed to realize how heavy it was because he dropped it right after. Right. Onto. My. Foot. I practically shrieked at the contact, and Liam rushed to my aid, yelling a bucnh of 'sorry''s' into my face. I looked back to my teacher, now giggling into his smock. Oh this was going to be a long semester...
After a stressful class, I was walking away from ceramics super pissed and in pain, only to be followed out by Liam, still aplogizing. I was starting to get why Hayden may have been so annoyed at his presence. I was about to flip when he offered to carry my shit.
"Liam, it's okay, you can get away from me now!" I shouted at the extremely desperate and annoying boy chasing me down.
"I just feel like I'm always hurting you, I feel so bad."
"You can really help by getting away from me. The last person I wanna see is the one who kept abusing me with clay. I already told you that it's not awkward, you don't have to keep trying."
Liam scrunched up his face and I saw his shoulders sag, which made me feel a little bad. I sighed and flashed a smile, "I'm not mad at you. I just want to get to class."
"I'll see you later, then."
Hayden came around the corner like she was looking for me, and she rolled her eyes when she locked eyes with Liam. "She obviously is tired of you following her like some puppy. Bye-bye."
Liam rolled his eyes at Hayden and looked over to me apologetically one more time before he scurried off, sort of like a puppy. Hayden is so mean sometimes, I just feel really bad she dismissed him like that. He is kind of annoying, but in a good way.
"I had to save you, girl.
"Yeah, I know. Come on."
I limped over to the Lacrosse field when classes were done, ready to support my brothers through my injuries. Sotfball tryouts were at the diamond next to the school but not just yet, so I had time. I needed to rest anyway, I played one of the most important positions and had spent all fall conditiong between volleyball. I didn't need the practice.
I plopped my gym bag and my body down next to Kira and Melia, getting smiles as greetings. The boys were just running laps around the field. I looked to the back of the group immediatly, knowing my brother was lagging behind. Don't ask why he's so out of shape and I'm in great shape. Like I said, it skipped a generation.
Scott picked up my brother that had collapsed onto the floor and I began to shout his name in a cheery fashion, giving him a big thumbs up. They both turned to me and I smiled a big, big smile with a few reassuring head nods. My brother struggled to get a smile back but he eventially stood up straight and tried to parade around as big older brother, trying to impress me, of course.
Melia tapped me, getting my attention. I looked over to find her holding schoolwork. Oh yeah, she's pretty dumb but it's only because she was a wild coyote with no home training or school smarts for years.
"What the hell is this?" She shoved the papers into my lap and I scaned them briefly. What is with them and not understanding the basic principles of math?
"I'm starting to think you guys keep me around just to do your schoolwork."
"Well what else are you going to do?" Melia said in complete seriousness. Did I mention she also kind of lacks in the social skills department because of the fact that she is utterly blunt without a care in the world?!
"Well you can give me advice!" Kira suggested in her usual shy fashion witha big ole' smile. I sighed. I just can't turn them down.
"I'm here to watch my brother tryout!" I looked at their dissapointed faces and felt my heart break. "Melia come over my house later, I can probably help you then. And Kira, if it's about Scott, he's practically crazy about you- don't stress!"
They both looked a little more relieved, which made me feel a tiny bit better about myself, too. Whew. Now to watch Stiles try to make this goal! I Stood up and squinted at the field as he picked up the ball and readied to throw it. Come on...
Annnnnnnnnd- Miss! Shit. I yelled at the field, "You'll get it next time!"
Stiles looked over to me, as well as Liam, and when he noticed Liam looking at me, he got in his face just a teeny bit before walking over to the back of the line with Scott. He's so embarrasing sometimes.
Next was Liam, though I definitely wasn't concerned about him. I didn't look away just because I wanted to see everyone on the team. We lost pretty much all of our wolves so we were gonna need some good players.
Liam's ball flew right by the goalie and right into the net. Next was Jacob black wannabee. A catch. Trash after trash and then a goodie. Now Scott. I stared at him, knowing he was going to ace this shot. Annnnnnd- bloop. What is wrong with him? Everyone was chuckling, which made me a little mad. They were just rusty! I told them to go to conditioning...
Okay so far I had watched my brother's' miss, miss, miss, miss but the boy whom I am now declaring my enemy make shot after shot after shot. What the hell was going on? Maybe it's steriods. All I know is Scott better step it the hell up, I can't keep cheering on their misses- I was running out of encouraging words!
There was a break and I checked the time. Coach Finstock, who was the coach of all the field sports, would be ending this and heading over to the baseball field right after. I probably should get changed and head over their to get in some stretches like most of the girls on my team were no doubt doing. I wanted to see the boys do something good but I was kind of losing hope.
I pulled off my jeans and plaid shirt, a quick change into my softball shorts and tank top without any effort. I was dying with these compression shorts under my jeans so it definitely felt good. I put my long socks and cleats on from out of my gym bookbag and shoved my clothes in. Melia and Kira were looking at me weird but all I did was smile in response.
I stood up and ran down the bleachers, telling the girls I would see them later. Stiles would be at my practice but I still had to give him some encouraging words and a goodbye hand shake.
"Pause!" I said to coach, going to my brother. Everyone of the team stared me down which made my face turn beet red. I have this thing where when boys stare at me I feel like their prey or something.
"You got this," I said to Stiles lowly. He nodded and I held out my hand for our shake. We did it quick and as soon as I turned around Coach began his crazed yelling, "girl Stilliinski! Get to that damn softball field my little protege! Work on that arm."
As if I would ever need to practice my pitching. I did switch to short from here and there but that was only when I was bored. I nodded at coach and started to jog away. I heard what had to be Liam say, "Bye, Baby."
"What'd you just call my sister?" Stiles said aggressively, making me turn around to watch what would go down. Scott please come to the rescue!
"It's her name!" Liam exclaimed apologetically, holding his hands up in surrender.
Stiles shook his head. "She doesn't have a name when it comes to you, alright?"
All I could do was roll my eyes and keep walking off of the field. They're just too much.
Tryout's went great! I had my brother and Melia cheering me on the whole time. Afer we ran the bases and worked on catching and batting, I got to stay after to compete for the pitcher spot. I got it, obviously. I can strike out anybody and hearing Melia and Stiles being softball parents for me everytime I struck one of the girls out was awesome. Overall, beside Liam hitting me with Clay, I had a really good day and I didn't even have to help Melia! Stiles did. In many ways, I'm sure.
I was expecting a very good day today, too, since I woke up and had the bathroom I share with my brother all to myself since him and Melia slept in. He did leave the house to meet up with Scott last night, and he came home in a bad mood but he wouldn't spill the tea. My dad was also asleep, so I decided to be a good little girl of the house and wake both of them up to some breakfast.
Melia came down the stairs quickly after I put bacon on the pan, and pulled two not-so-cooked pieces off. She gave me a good morning and started to brew some coffee. I decided not to comment on her eating habits, since I was sure she's ate worst things raw.
Next was my dad, rubbing his eyes and yawning nonstop. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and ruffled my hair. I made sure to load his plate with bacon along with the eggs and toaster waffles I made.
"Why isn't Stiles up? I'm ready for school and he's my ride," I said aloud, looking between Melia and my dad.
"Stiles left, he had to take care of something early with Scott," Melia explained, gulping down the rest of her coffee while there was still steam rising from the cup. I can't with this girl sometimes.
"You running to school again?"
In response to my question, Melia cheekily glanced over to my dad who was devouring the small breakfast I had made him. He noticed the stares he was getting from the both of us and swallowed hard. My father checked his watch and said, "I can bring you guys if you don't mind riding in the cruiser."
I shrugged my shoulders, "sure!"
My dad dropped Melia off at the front of the school so he didn't have to go to seperate entrances, and it was weird standing there with Melia and not having my brother wishing me a good day, I didn't realize how much I didn't like my schedule being disrupted.
"Come with me," Melia said before we parted ways. I don't interact much with Melia, so I was kind of standoffish, but I followed her nonetheless. she was bringing me towards the school busses where most students were walking away from.
"Where are we going?"
"Stiles and Scott need your help." Nothing out of the ordinary about that. Literally.
In-between the busses and circled up was the gang of Juniors I call friends waiting there looking expectant.
"Babyyyy!" my brother exclaimed, a big and fake smile spread across his face.
"What?" I'm going to be late to class.
"Scott did a thing," Stiles explained while looking down. He didn't seem happy at all though he had just gave me a big and welcoming smile. With a disgusted face and careless arm movents, my brother motioned towards Scott.
"I need your help more than ever. I bit someone..."
"That's cool! You're getting a real, real pack," I exclaimed, all smiles. I don't see why he would need my help, this seemed like a really cool thing.
"Okay but tonight is the full moon, don't you get it? He's scared and not listening and he might be acting really weird- can't you see the problem here?"
"Okay yeah, I do but I'm not really understanding why I am the savior here," I said, once again bringing those hand movements out. Jeez. Stiles is right here, that's why.
"Because he's a freshman and we need you to watch him a little, maybe convince him to talk to us and let us watch over him on the full moon."
"Why wont you tell me who he is? Say his name."
"He won't say it because it's Liam," Stiles said matter-of-factly giving a big hand gesture like the one I had jsut did. I glanced over at Lydia, Melia, and Kira who were looking between my brother and I. The Stillinski's are special, yes.
Noticing how the girls were looking delayed my reaction a bit. Did I just hear Liam? "You bit Liam? The kid that punched me in the sixth grade?! And you want my help."
"Well you have the most access to him," Lydia explained, nodding her head along with her words in he usual fashion.
"All you have to do is chloroform him, and we'll handle the rest," my brother told me with his girlfriend giving a supporting nod from the side of him. Okay I can do that, I guess.
"Why can't yall just make friends with him?"
"They broke his leg!" Kira exclaimed, "And they kidnapped him already. I don't think its a good idea for Baby to try and kidnap him now."
"We're not kidnapping him!"
"You kidnapped him and broke his leg?!" I shouted at my brother, slapping the back of his head in sibling fashion.
"Not in that order!"
"Guys," Scott yelled, attempting to corrall us all. "Baby, you need to ask him out!"
"NO!" Stiles and I yelled together, me crossing my arms and his making an x out motion.
"Please, B. We need you to get him to Lydia's lakehouse so he isn't out running crazy like I was." Step one to get me to say yes, puppy dog eyes and begging. he knows me so well and I hate it. "And I kind of think he has a crush on you..."
"Which is exactly why she cannot ask him out," My brother said, looking at me with a scrunched up face.
"Wairt, you guys really think he likes me?" I said, hoping not to sound too desperate. I wasn't excited, only curious, of course.
"Of course not, look at you," My brother said quickly, which made me shoot him an annoyed glance.
Lydia smiled and nodded her head towards me in an evil way, "Yes, Baby, look at you, you could easily get any guy here-"
"No!" My brother yelled, glaring towards Lydia. That's a first.
"Yes..." Lydia came towards me like she was stalking prey, which made me shrink back into my plaid shirt. "Leave it to you to wear a Tommy Hilfiger plaid shirt. Take the ponytail out of the hat, unbutton the shirt, and lipgloss."
After exposing my sports bra and stomach, teasing my hair so my soft waves were now framing my face, and putting a layer of lip gloss onto my lips, Lydia stepped back and admired her work.
"Absoloutely not!" I heard my brother yell, and I would probably agree if I could see myself right now. I was vey uncomfortable knowing my pale stomach was showing as well as my small chest. Is this even allowed in school?
"I didn't think you could be that sexy," Melia said aloud in her usual insulting but not insulting way.
"Yeah, I don't really like it either, maybe tone it down a bit," Scott suggested sheepishly, avoiding looking at me.
"You guys kidnapped him, she needs to be irresistible so he can't say no. Just tell him you're going to a party and want him to come as your date. Be sexy," Lydia explained, giving me this creepy smile.
"She doesn't know how to be sexy!"
The first period bell rang, and I realized I was going to be late to eyet another class, dealing with their problems.
"I'll see what I can do! But I've gotta go," I shouted, turning on my heel and storming away while attempting to rebutton my shirt as I ran. I could feel my phone vibrating, most likely Hayden having a heart attack because of me being missing the whole morning. By the time I got to the freshman-sophmore wing, the halls were mostly cleared, meaning everyone was in their classes. I hadn't stopped to breathe or even correctly button my shirt back up but the late bell hadn't rung yet. I could either sprint to class or stop and fix myself.
I'll just run, whatever. I sprinted down the hall, readying to turn down the hall when my body collided forcefully with someone who was also running. The person was so strong I was knocked onto my feet, and I could feel the pain in my breasts. I swear to God...
"Holy shit, are you okay?" Why Liam? Anyone but Liam right now. Liam grabbed my arm and easily lifted me up onto my feet with strength I didn't think he could possibly have with his short frame.
The late bell rang, making my heart drop. Two days in a row late to two different clsses. Not cool. I looked up at Liam with my extremely pissed face and noticied he was paying attention to my exposed chest and not my face. I cleared my throat and he snapped his head up to look my in the eys.
"New look for you..." He trailed off, his face a beet red from being caught.
"Not my idea," I explained in a low voice, taking the time to button my shirt up. I then pulled my hair stuck to my lips fom the gloss off and pulled it all behind my shoulders.
"I figured. I don't know why I always have to run into you in a bad way.."
"Well why were you running in the halls?"
"I ran here. Twice"
Oh God. Well looks like he's definately a wolf. Now I guess I really should try to get him to et on my good side and explore this little crush thing they said.
"Why would you do that?" I said in a lower vioce, taking a piece of my hair and twirling it in my fingers. No, I am not Lydia.
"I was sleep walking, and I ran here but then after yourbother chastized me. I had to run home and get all of my stuff," Liam explained. "And what is up with your brother and Scott? Do you know about the weird stuff they're into to?"
"I don't want to talk about them." What do I say that could pass as flirting? "Let's talk about us."
"Us?" Liam said, wide eyes and body tense. That doesn't seem like a good reaction. This is such a fail. "There's an us?"
"Is there?" I thought letting him answer was a Lydia thing to do. Maybe.
"Do you want there to be?" He said, cocking his head to the side 'innocently' and giving a small 'nervous' shuffle of his feet.
"I don't know I just heard some stuff." Fake it till you make it!
"From who? The lacrosse team? We were all just joking. Locker room talk, honestly! I thought they told Stiles, and that's why he like tried to kill me," Liam began to ramble, sparking my interest in what he was joking' about. Hmmmmm... Forget Stiles, I need this tea. "I'm really sorry about the p-"
"Mr. Dunbar and Ms.Stillinski, care to explain?" Fuck.
Second time in a row I am sitting in in school suspension with Liam, and I am super ujpset about it. I don't wanna to slack in my high school career distracting myself with boys or problems of the pack, because I wouldn't have been anywhere close to being late, and I wouldn't even have stopped to talk to Liam if it wasn't for them wasting my time by the buses.
I guess I shouldn't make this for nothing and actually ask Liam out, like I was supposed to! I ripped a paper out of my notebook and scribbled 'Do you want to go to a party?' After I crumbled it up, I threw it at Liam who was sitting at the table in front of me.
Immediatly after it landed, Liam grabbed the piece of paper and opened it up. I could see the smile grow on his face from behind him, but when he turned around it was more of a little smirk and he nodded his answer in response. Okay.
"You know this is not a real date, right?" Stiles said hours later as I stood in front of my bedroom mirror studying my soft curves under a black, strappy bodycon dress.
I turned to face Stiles standing in the door frame of the bathrooom connnected to my room and gave him an eye roll. "Duh."
"Well burn that dress, it's hideous." Stiles went towards my bed and began to pick at the clothes I had layed out with a stank and upturned face. Most were little dresses he probably didn't even know I had. I kept my girly bullshit in the dressers underneath my bed.
My room was extremely lofty and a simple grey, baby blue, and white- like my brother's almost. I had a small room because when I was a little girl my mom treated me like a little princess and cut out this little space in my room for a small cubical walk-in-closet. The walls were ceiling to floor shelves with a few hangers. Now, most of these hangers were filled with plaid shirts, tank tops, and sweaters and the shelves had my shoes and drawers with my pants and undies.
Now my bed was sunk into a big platform that you needed to walk up steps to even get to, but, the platform was so big next to it was a little space with a tv and suspended circle chair. This took up like half of my room and underneath the platform were these big dressers where I had heels, makeup, and dresses. Barely touched the stuff in there, mostly because I didn't know how, and didn't ever have a need to.
"I have to dress like a real girl going on a real date," I explained, taking off the grey dress and letting it drop on the floor. I pulled a pair of boxers on but I still had on nothing but my sports bra.
"Ew," Stiles said, turning around. I shrugged my shoulders and went to grab a new dress from off of my bed. Stiles turned around and took a large black Ramones t-shirt dress off a hanger and held it up to me. "How about this?"
I pushed it away quickly. "That's not a date look!"
"It's not a date! You're just luring him to a lake house so we can tie him up and stuff," Stiles shouted, giving me wild hand motions. Oh God, do I look like that when I talk with my hands?
"Yeah, but I still wanna look nice.." I trailed off, picking up another body con dress and holding it up.
Stiles took it from out of my hands and tossed it my closet, shaking his head and giving me a stern look. "Do you like Liam?"
"Why would you ask that?" I did not like Liam, and I knew I didn't like Liam but I just wanted to know why my brother would think so low of me.
"'Cuz you wanna look all nice and stuff." He sounded so defeated.
"I'm a girl. At least I'm letting you help," I offered, grabbing a simple white t-shirt dress. It was loose and simple, but it made Stiles' eyes light up.
"I like it a lot," He said all while gathering the the dresses I had on my bed and tossing them towards the closet. "Never wanna see those again!"
As I changed into my dress, Stiles asked, "So Liam is picking you up?"
"Uber, idiot." I took a red plaid shirt and tightened it around my small waist line to frame my body more. I felt wierd standing in the mirror trying to pretty myself all up; especially knowing I was only about to see Liam.
"Yeah well just make sure to get him there as soon as possible. remember this is not a date, you two don't really like each other. I'm about to head over their now." Stiles came up to me, kissed his hand then slapped the back of my head and ran out of my room through our bathroom.
I let him leave and continued to get ready. Just as I was putting on a little bit of eyeliner, Liam texted me saying he was in the uber outside. My heart dropped as soon as I got the text. I hoped this would all go smoothly.
I went outside and was greeted by Liam with a big hug. "Hey, Baby!"
"Hey, Liam," I said back with a chuckle. My nickname was bad for certain situations.
"I got you this bag of candy." Liam opened the back door of the uber and offered a brown paper bag of candy. I took the bag and crawled into the car, quickly giving the driver the address of Lydia's lake house.
Liam got in after me and the driver started the route to the 'party.'
"So do you like the candy?" Liam asked after a moment of silent driving.
"I haven't checked what's inside yet," I said a little coldly and I noticed the cringe Liam did. I can't hurt his damn feelings! Be nice, Baby. "I don't want to eat any right now, maybe when I get home, so I can have something to remind me of you. But thank you, honestly."
Liam smiled with pride and looked me up and down slowly. I crossed my legs under the pressure of his stare and turned away. "You look really nice," he complimented me lowly.
"Thanks, you do too," I said, still not looking at him because of my red face. The driver really need to hurry up.
A long, long ride in silence led to Lydia's mostly empty lake house and a very confused Liam. He looked at me with tightly furrowed brows and asked, "Where are we, is this the party?"
"We're just early, I didn't have faith in the uber driver and I hate being late to places" I lied easily, which definitely shocked my own self. I like to avoid lying as much as I can. "I never said it was a big party."
I grabbed Liam's hand and pulled him to the front door and opened it quickly, using my hand to shimmy Liam in the house before me so when he was greeted by all the weirdos, I could lock the door behind him.
I heard, "What the hell is this?" Once Liam saw Scott and the gang lined up in a dark room. Way to not be creepy! I flipped the light on, just to fix the aesthetic.
"You could call it an intervention," Stiles said cheekily, "You've got a problem and only we can help you."
Well. This should be fun.
I'm happy I got positive feedback, even if it was just two reviews - though I update every two reviews - and a few follows and favorites, I am very excited and thankful for them honestly.
I didn't think a lot would like her name or would call her mary sue but I have some really good ideas for the rest of the season and next season ya'll would really love and feel!
I still want to make this a slow burn cuz I feel like stories always move so fast and I want to write Baby where I don't have to explain her emotions or actions, readers just understand her and her character. And even if the story is about Liam, its important for me to be able to show the sibling relationship.
