I am currently in the process of relocating myself from New York to California so that I can live with the one man who makes me feel like I can do anything and be anything that I want to. We're not together or anything...but I'm falling hard and fast for him. I've never met anyone quite like him and I doubt if I ever could again. This man is my boyfriend, and I wouldn't trade him for anything or anyone in the whole world.
Moving in with Sam was the best decision he’d ever made. Liam was making himself busy in his new bedroom, Sam’s bedroom, packing his clothing neatly into the drawers that his boyfriend had cleared out for him and tossing some of his fancier articles of clothing—ones that needed…
It was a good thing that Sam had so kindly removed his hand from Liam’s body because he was almost positive that he could’ve snapped it right off of his boyfriend’s body in a fit of rage if he had left it there for a second longer. His mind was reeling from all of the realizations he was making. Blair was right. Sam cheated on him. Wasn’t that Everett in the video? He knew he hated that guy. What was he supposed to do now? Why was Sam still here? Why was he still talking? This was Sam’s house, wasn’t it? Where was he supposed to go now? He’d packed up all his things from New York and moved all the way across the country. It wouldn’t be easy to go back, especially since he was running low on money and wasn’t about to accept anything from Sam. Did that mean he was stuck here? But he couldn’t possibly be expected to live here like nothing was wrong, like he could still love the man in front of him. Love required trust. He couldn’t trust Sam anymore. He’d be stupid to do that.
Liam pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them, hoping that by withdrawing and folding into himself like this, he’d be able to escape the situation. It only seemed to make things worse. He was sobbing harder and let out a soft, hysterical scream that he didn’t even know he’d been holding back this whole time. Was he even capable of screaming? Nothing like that had ever happened before. It was a rare day that Liam was this upset and angry over anything.
"Don’t!" he snapped suddenly, as Sam’s arms came close to him again. If he didn’t feel so sick or thought he stood a chance at being able to walk right now, he would most likely storm out of the room at this point."Don’t t-t-touch me!" Liam managed to flinch away enough that it was obvious he was uncomfortable, as if his words hadn’t said that enough. The question of where they were supposed to go from here was still on his mind because it seemed to be the hardest to answer. He didn’t have much relationship experience, so all of this was even harder on him. He knew he couldn’t be with Sam…but how was he supposed to just say that? He still had so many feelings. He just couldn’t let his blind love for Sam win. He really needed Blair right now. Why had he moved so far away from his brother? "D-don’t…call me that." His voice was weaker now, more sad than angry.
There were a lot of things he wanted to say and ask and do right now, but nothing was coming out except for more choked sobs. When he finally lifted his head and looked up at his boyfriend, only one thing came out, regardless of whatever he’d meant to say. “How c-could you…do this t-to me?”
Moving in with Sam was the best decision he’d ever made. Liam was making himself busy in his new bedroom, Sam’s bedroom, packing his clothing neatly into the drawers that his boyfriend had cleared out for him and tossing some of his fancier articles of clothing—ones that needed hanging and some space in the closet—onto the bed where they would later be given hangers. When he’d finished unpacking the suitcase, he grinned and scanned the room quickly for a place to store it for now, humming a happy little jingle as he did so. Liam decided that under the bed sounded like a good enough place, but much to his dismay, the bag wouldn’t fit.
"Hmm…" he murmured, getting down on the floor to investigate. What he found when he got down there was that a video camera and some other equipment was taking up the space necessary. Oh, right! He’d put that stuff under the bed for Sam the other day. And wait! Wasn’t his lover missing a video camera? Maybe this was the one! Oh, how happy would his boyfriend be if Liam had managed to find the elusive camera?
Liam was grinning ear to ear, clasping the camera tightly in both hands and moving to sit on the edge of the bed with it. Part of him wanted to scream across the house for Sam to come in here and see that he’d found the camera but another part of him was curious. Not about what was on the camera, but more about just how to use it. Maybe he should try and do something extra sweet for Sam by recording himself. If only he knew how.
He practiced holding the camera between his knees and made a heart with his hands, trying to make sure he was aiming it at a good enough angle, before he attempted to figure out the controls. Instead of pressing ‘record’, though, he somehow managed to press the ‘play’ button instead. Liam was still busy making hearts and blowing kisses, but even that couldn’t distract him from what he started hearing out of the camera.
"Sam," he heard a voice that wasn’t familiar to him moaning, "Fuck me."
Frankly, Liam was too afraid of what he was hearing to pick up the camera and see what was really going on here. What kind of sick joke was this? Maybe it was just more of Sam’s friends screwing around because they knew Liam was a virgin. Oh, how his boyfriend’s friends did love to pick on him for that. It wasn’t fair. Sam was so patient with him and…wait. Didn’t Blair forward him some message the other day that was very much unwelcome? He’d tried to ignore it and move on, to pretend like it didn’t exist, because he honestly didn’t understand what kind of person would use his brother to try and frame Sam for this cheating that he would never ever do.
"Open your damn mouth."
His attention was brought back to the camera now. That was most definitely Sam’s voice. He’d know that voice anywhere…
Hoping what he was hearing wasn’t what he’d find, Liam hesitantly lifted the camera to look at the viewing screen. His hands were trembling, but it only got worse when he saw his boyfriend bent over another man, sticking his fingers up his ass. At a first glance, he wasn’t sure what to think. All he knew was that no one should be with Sam like that, only him. After that, he wasn’t even sure of what happened. Liam knew he watched more of it, but the screen must’ve gotten blurry or maybe it was raining in the house because he could hardly see any of it and the screen was starting to get wet. He knew at some point, he’d lost the camera. He supposed he’d dropped it, but it’s quite possible that he could have thrown it instead and maybe that was what the loud crash was. It was the camera hitting the wall. Somehow he’d ended up on the floor, his hands limp in his lap, still closed slightly as if they were holding onto the camera. His head was still angled down, watching the image of his boyfriend and some black-haired guy ruining the best relationship of his life even though it was no longer there for him to see. The best part of this, though, was hearing nothing. The silence was beautiful…now that the damned video camera had ceased to exist. He wished everything else inside of that camera would do the same. That way, none of this would have ever happened. He could still be with Sam. They could be happy. He could be making hearts and blowing kisses instead of sobbing on the bedroom floor over his broken heart.
Life doesn’t work that way, Liam reminded himself. That kind of stuff only happens in fairytales.
For the first time, he began to see the world for what it really is, rather than the fairytale fantasy world he’d spent his life sheltered in. He wasn’t impressed by it at all.
Text: No, Blair…I…I know you never would…but…
Text: But…no…no he wouldn’t. Sammie wouldn’t do that to me…
Text: Blair….I…I don’t understand…
Text: ……Blair, what is this?