#liam is so adorable in a flower crown not gonna lie

[gyorklady]

There is so much going on in this picture and I am in love with all of it.

[camilawalkerr]

"if i had to do the same again I would.” // "would you laugh at me if I said I care for you?" // "you are a wonderful person. your friendship means a lot to me and you look very beautiful." // “i have an idea, it’s very uncool. it’s not illegal, technically. but it is a dick move.” // "i’m a simple man. i like pretty, dark-haired women and breakfast food.”

"If i had to do the same again I would.”

“So you’re going straight in for the kill, you know the rules.” she said with a strained laugh. It felt like drowning. She couldn’t breathe, but  she didn’t want to. If Liam meant throwing herself into the deepest part of the ocean, God she was going in headfirst. She watched him. The booze clouded her brain and sent ripples of warmth through her body like waves blanketing the sand. She hummed softly, the touch nearly tickling her, as her eyes drifted to the dock. “Liam?” She’s disappointed when he looks away, her fingers subconsciously dancing patterns on his skin, as her stare raised to his features. She felt his eyes on her before they followed his gaze. Camila watched their boat, with it’s chipping paint and fading words, rock softly in the water. Her thoughts were slowed, her judgement altered by the beer in her system, “Kissing you, Liam Torrcs,” Cami whispered and leaned in close to him. She felt his warm breath on her nose. “Would be anything but small nor stupid.” Her voice faded when the right punishment never came to mind. Pieces of his hair fell, tickling the curve of his eyebrow, as Cami swiftly pushes it away. Under the bleak light of the moon, she searched his features. Despite their glassy eyes, she looked sober, serious, about her decision. Cami hummed in agreement as she looked up to Liam. The light from the moon bounced off of the water and perfectly hit his cut features. The mocha in his eyes matched the color of the teddy bear he once won her sitting on her window sill. They were often red underneath, whether from countless sleepless nights he spent staring at his ceiling or the constant joint in his hands that dilated his blood vessels, she didn’t know. “Good, cause I think I wanna do it again.” Cami felt her cheeks flush scarlet and met his eyes. Their noses touched. Everything in her felt warm and electrified. In one second she was prepared and anxious and in the next, all she could think about was how warm Liam’s mouth was pressed against her own. She felt as if there was a raging inferno inside her heart. Cami felt her chest plummet and closed her eyes. “That’s a relief. I was beginning to think this entire thing was one sided.”

"Would you laugh at me if I said I care for you?”

Camila lay on the damp grass of the large field; the sun beating down harshly upon her. It was late afternoon. She moaned in pain as she lay on her side, clutching her knees to her chest with a growl of irritation, she pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes. Cami’s knees bounced up and down from the adrenaline that coursed through her. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks, her anger cooled when Liam glanced down at the ground, fiddling with his fingers. She rolled the inside of her lip between her teeth, “Do I gather from your polite lack of response, as I’m bleeding out in a strangers backyard that you’re planning my eulogy?”  Camila responded, and lip, despite her anguish, cracked a smile, however subtle.  This is what Cami was masterful at; supporting the group in spite of their dysfunction. This tempestuous boy whose brain was on fire with knowledge and alcohol and compassion.  When she was a little girl, she wondered if he would not just love her back, but love her how she loved him; wholly, unconditionally, and with purpose. She knew the answer now. “At this point, I’ll take what i can get from you. Can't help but wonder if this Is the last time that I'll see you,” she mused dramatically now, before laughing weakly. He was like the peace that she had always searched for. Her heart pounded in the same way as when she danced, her nerves stood on end like when she was buzzed, her breath hitched like when she stepped into the ocean on a cold day, “I wish I could say something that doesn't sound insane, but I’d never laugh at you Torrcs. I thought it was obvious that we care about each other moron. Now help me up, before I really drop dead.”

"You are a wonderful person. your friendship means a lot to me and you look very beautiful."

The flowers were woven perfectly into a crown that she bore on her soft brown curls, and yet the fairy lights hanging high above were arranged into pretty patterns, the absurd amount of lighting made her head pulse. The people surrounding her wore shining smiles complimented with kind words, and yet they were all liars. She hated it here mostly because the crowding conversations, the same ones her parents made her join, always seemed to completely drown the sounds of the ocean crashing against the sand. Camila never wanted to go to Midsommer for she never found the appeal of heavy jewelry and heels that made her feet ache, and yet here she was staring out at the horizon, that could no longer be seen in the dark of the night, trapped in a conversation she faded from a long time ago. A deep, audible exhale escaped her nose as she tried desperately to put out the fire in her chest. It had grown stronger and harsher by the interaction with the boy. Her shaky hands smoothed the fabric of his suit as if to release the building energy in her body, as she fiddled with his tie. “Please,” she stood straighter, “you flatter me too much. Seriously, do you see how good you look in the suit? Ladies are going to be lining up,” She played with the stray strands of her hair to busy her hands and conceal the shaking of her fingers.Liam Torrcs. Of course. His eyes were bright as always, his lips stretching into an effortlessly pure grin. The freckles adoring his sun kissed skin were pronounced under the fairy lights. The reflection of the shining moon could almost be seen in his rich brown hair. “Hey,” her fingers subconsciously tapped to the beat of the song as a bubble of laughter escaped her. At the melody of her best friend’s laugh, the one true familiarity Camila had always clung to, she began to feel the tightness in her chest fade as if it were a knot being untied, “things aren’t quite as bad when I have you around. You’ll always be my person.” She muses, as she places a chaste kiss against his cheek now. “Come on, one last dance?”

“i have an idea, it’s very uncool. it’s not illegal, technically. but it is a dick move.”

A handful of small, faint scars littered his face; one forming on the peak of his cheek where a gash opened a week prior and a fading bruise still sat. His lips were pursed, jaw tight, as her stare lingered. “This probably isn’t gonna end well, is it?” she asked delicately, her voice fighting against the sounds of the night. A pause fell between the four, inviting either to back out, as they all watched as Camila finished her piece. The quiet doesn’t last forever, unfortunately. She stands for as long as she can in the calm, listening to the routine chirp of birds echoing around her, as makes her last rounds before the customers leave the shop but Barron’s money floats in the back of her mind, insistent, prodding, like a fresh paper cut. Consciously, she glances back towards her friends, where both the money and their newly acquired gun lie inside, safely rolled up in the sleeves of the van. “ Thank you for your confidence, which i will now betray. We’ve already got people looking for Thomas, last week we almost had to bail you out of jail. Now, is not the fucking time for technicalities, before one of you end up dead.” But lately, Camila had taken to staring at Liam’s hands. At the way his sunglasses sat on his face and the way they often didn’t. At his arms and his legs. At the occasional flash of a tan line on his feet. At the way he furrowed his brow and bit his lip and beamed and frowned and laughed and held her hand like he’d never held anything so wonderful before. “ I get that whatever’s in that safe is the answer to all our problems. But people are washing up dead, every week. I can’t afford losing you guys too, so whatever it is… just do it without me.”

"i’m a simple man. i like pretty, dark-haired women and breakfast food.”

They’re sitting on the back porch swing of Thomas’s place, their thighs sticking to the seats like bubblegum from the summertime humidity.  There’s melodies pouring from the radio as she  hums along with the rhythm. Camila hands him his breakfast as she is draped across the seating, smoking a cigarette, and Liam is watching her.  She catches him staring and she feels her cheeks redden into crimson.“Why don’t you take a picture, photographer Liam?  it’ll last longer,” she punches his arm in jest, and  she laughs, they both do, a real laugh that eats away at her throat like a rabbit burrowing out of the earthen soil. They shove each other, sticking out her tongue, and she snickers to herself. He has a way of getting under her skin. Maybe that’s why she bruise so easily.  She’s smiling like she knows something he doesn’t. “Oh, totally. And I don’t like the quiet, that’s why you got invited.” She teases now, everything is quiet around them. A sleeping Lux and Thomas hidden away somewhere,  a winsome silence that wraps around you like a silk ribbon tenderly swaddles around a gift; that holds you together, so you don’t fall apart. It’s impossible to collapse around Liam, but so utterly possible at times, he makes her into a mosaic and thoughtfully pieces her  back together with calloused hands. “today feels like a memory already,”  She whispers more to herself than to him.  Liam smiles and she feels like it’s the first time she's seen his eyes illuminate in a twinkle of bokeh in weeks. The two  of them sit side-by-side, Cami and his fingers intertwined, she’s barely touched her food now. “Eat up, let’s catch some waves have a you and I day, hm?”