Liam
We’re back at Asher’s house. We practically ran out of that fair and hopped into his truck, speeding off. For the past half hour, we’ve just been sitting on his back porch, staring off into the distance.
My mind is filled with regret.
“This is bad. Fuuck, this is bad.”
“What are you on about Liam?”
“This- this whole thing. It’s bad news. I don’t like the way I’m feeling.”
“Dude, we just got exactly what we’ve wanted this whole time. We are untouchable.”
“Okay but are we though? How do you know that? Alfred is a powerful man. What if he finds his way out of this and then his first move is to come after us.”
“Do you seriously think he is going to find his way out of this?”
“Do you seriously think that he is just going to let this slide? You think he’s just going to let this go? Have you ever known your father to let anything go? I mean come on.”
“Okay but you’re missing something… my father has nothing left now. We just revealed that his land was stolen. That he has been a liar this whole time. And honestly? Once he is investigated- who knows what else they’ll find? He istoast. We have absolutely nothing to worry about,” she assures me.
“But-”
“No. Listen to me. I understand where this anxiety is coming from. But I’m being one hundred percent truthful when I tell you that there is nothing he can do to us, okay?”
I take a few deep breaths.
“Okay. Okay, you’re right.”
“She is right, there is nothing that Alfred Laurier can do to any of us. And that right there calls for some drinks if you ask me!”
“Fuck yeah!”
A few minutes later, he comes back out with some glasses and the biggest bottle of whiskey I’ve ever seen.
“I’ve been saving this for a special occasion, and I think it’s about as good a time as any to crack this baby open.”
“Oooo, nice- let’s do it!” Samantha cheers.
We celebrate our victory, and it really does feel like that- a celebration. I realize that my worries were all for nothing. And that’s not the only thing I realize.
As the night goes on, and we sit on the back porch, babbling away, laughing and drinking- I see things for what they really are. I open my eyes to the fact that Samantha and Asher- they’re amazing people. And not only that- but they’remypeople.
They’re my people- and I love them with all of my heart. I wouldn’t exchange them for anything in this world. And I have to tell them this.
“Can I have the floor for a minute?”
“Why yes, you may.”
“I just want to say that I love you both, so much. And no, this is not just the incredibly tasty whiskey talking. I really do love you guys. You’re my people, and I want to spend forever with you two,” I admit.
Silence falls. For a moment, I’m scared I’ve jumped the gun.
“I love you both as well. And I’m glad you admitted that, because I’ve wanted to, but I’ve just been so scared to. But I want to spend forever with you two as well and I don’t care what anyone thinks about that,” Asher says.
We both look at Samantha, whose face is streaked with tears.
“Awww, baby! Don’t cry!”