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Liam threw random objects into the river that ran through Aekea West as he grumbled up and down the stream bed.
's**t!' The mantra had been repeating itself in Liam's head for over an hour. The sun was beginning to set, but Liam had no interest in going back to his apartment over the warehouse. That would require conscious effort. Consciousness meant confronting the thoughts that his mantra had so conveniently let him shove aside. Liam continued his aimless wanderings until the sun was just a sliver of gold on the horizon.
The blond sat down hard on the grass and put his head between his knees.
'What am I doing?' he asked himself. And to his surprise, Liam didn't have an answer while at the same time he did. He knew he had been shocked by Ian. The man was friendly, charming, and a bit handsome (okay, maybe not a bit, if Liam was in the mood to be honest with himself) but Liam was struck with just how...nice...Ian was. Liam could easily see that Ian was a truly good person and that knowledge...
That scared the crap out of Liam.
Liam had always been able to see just how fake and shallow the people around him were. Everybody put up an act for others, even Liam himself. People were always fooling others almost as much as they fooled themselves.
But not Ian. Ian had graciously looked past Liam's attitude and offered the information he had claimed to come for. Ian had politely excused himself from Liam to sincerely offer "Fangs" with his aid. Ian was very professional that way. Ian was...
Liam beat his fists into his skull.
"Damnit! What is it with me and Ian?!" he screamed to the empty riverbank. Or at least he had thought it was empty. Liam looked up from his self torture to see two girls openly gaping at him.
The shorter girl twisted her navy head to the green decked one beside her.
"Shivers, has that one gone mental?"
Shivers looked over her black rimmed emo glasses at Liam. He gave her a nervous half grin. She turned back to her companion.
"Either that Arieta, or he's gayer than Christmas." And with that Shiver led Arieta away from the potentially psychotic shopkeeper.
Liam let his head sink back between his knees. 's**t,' he moaned to himself, 'just s**t.'
Liam dreaded the next day at the shop; his fan girls would undoubtedly hear of this incident and he did not feel like catching hell from them again. The bout with the temporary hair dye last month had caused enough trouble. He moaned again, and let the rising darkness swallow him with what comfort it could offer.