{"id":58,"date":"2025-09-24T19:20:11","date_gmt":"2025-09-24T19:20:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/shortstoryau.com\/?p=58"},"modified":"2025-09-29T19:25:02","modified_gmt":"2025-09-29T19:25:02","slug":"mysterious-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shortstoryau.com\/?p=58","title":{"rendered":"Mysterious Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong>Clover x Liam AU<\/strong> | <em>1st Person POV<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>Birthdays have always been my favorite holiday. Whether it was my birthday or someone else&#8217;s! But this year, or really the past couple of years, haven&#8217;t been the best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With time, troubles follow. It&#8217;s just how life works, and I admit that. However, despite knowing this, I can&#8217;t help but feel <em>horrible <\/em>that no one even remembered my 17th birthday. Well, no one other than my family. I appreciate their birthday wishes but it always just felt more from people other than family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Was that just me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I try not to let a frown come unto my lips as I pack up my bags from my fourth period after the bell rung for lunch. Lunch, everybody&#8217;s favorite part of the day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I may or may not have forgotten to eat this morning running out of the house in hope of getting a happy birthday from my friends. Wait&#8230; Is that narcissistic?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Shaking my head, a smile, albeit a disappointed one, immediately spreads to my face as I notice some of my friends making their way through the halls of the school, presumably to their lockers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My hands tighten around the strap around my bag over my shoulder and I jog over closer to the two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Penelope, Amethyst, hey,&#8221; I greet, slipping in beside Amethyst. They turn their attention onto me and smile back, Penelope giving me a wave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Hey, Clove,\u201d Amethyst says before turning her attention back to Penelope, going back to the conversation they were having before I interrupted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Something about how the brunette\u2019s classmates in, what I assume to be her previous class she came out of, \u201care a bunch of clowns\u201d. Her words not mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With a sigh, I follow along beside them as they chat, trying to ignore the tight feeling in my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We stop at Penelope\u2019s locker since it so happened to be in the direction we were heading, and both Amethyst and myself head to our own. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mine conveniently (not) happens to be on the far side of the school, ironically. It\u2019s like the world doesn\u2019t want me to get a full in on some food\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I look around me to make sure I don\u2019t see some sort of entity waiting for the perfect opportunity to trip me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Upon opening up my locker, everything seems normal. Except for a small present on top of a few of my books. Instantly, my brows furrow. This wasn&#8217;t here before. Where&#8217;d it come from?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After hooking my bag to the hook inside the cold locker, I gently pick up the box like a bomb could be hidden inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Who put you here?&#8221; I ask as if it could talk back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8230;Maybe it can, <em>I <\/em>don&#8217;t know. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The wrap around the box is a simple light pink with small red hearts and flowers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve got no idea who could&#8217;ve done this, but one person comes into mind, and my heart instantly races just at the thought that he&#8217;d do this for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Slowly, my fingers start to peel away the tape that held the paper down, hearing as each peel made a sort of pop sound, the paper ripping along with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I crumble the pink wrapping paper in my hand once all of it comes off, and I&#8217;m left with a cardboard box that&#8217;s a beautiful light blue, almost washed out, but not enough to look more gray than blue. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Hesitantly, I open the lid to the box and in it is&#8230;.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A singular heart candy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Alright, somebody has got to be messing with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I whip around, looking around me hoping no one is secretly spying on me and hoping they can get a good reaction out of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Gosh, that&#8217;d be so embarrassing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Instead of acknowledging the heat that comes onto my cheeks, I silently thank Jesus. I don&#8217;t know, sometimes that just helps to calm the anxiety within me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Looking back down to the heart candy, I take a closer look at it. It&#8217;s a pretty orange and the words on the heart reads, &#8220;You &amp; Me&#8221;.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Confusion just takes over my entire being. I know my birthday is decently close to Valentine&#8217;s Day, but it&#8217;s <em>not <\/em>on Valentine&#8217;s Day. It&#8217;s my <em>birthday<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With a sigh, I place the lid back over the where it belongs and stuff the box into my pocket along with the crumbled wrapping paper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I eventually get to the cafeteria filled with high schoolers, the booming sound of their voices traveling through the large room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The thought of food makes my stomach grumble, but I&#8217;m more so concerned about the box and the candy and can&#8217;t be bothered to eat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, I make my way over to the table my friends and I sit at, Amethyst, and her boyfriend Payton, Penelope, Lavender, and her boyfriend Elijah, Shilow, Carlos and then Isabella all sit around the round, gray table. But no Liam. Huh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My heart flutters again at the thought that maybe Liam <em>did <\/em>have something to do with the present and the like. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Despite it being a little&#8230; creepy, the thought itself is sweet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But I quickly shake my head, getting rid of the idea altogether; I have had yet to see him today, he probably just didn&#8217;t make it to school, hence his absence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Where&#8217;s Liam?&#8221; I can&#8217;t help but question everybody as I sit down in a seat between Isabella and Shilow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Lavender shrugs, more so focused on the boy beside her. Yuck, were they always this lovey dovey?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Heard he&#8217;s outside,&#8221; Shilow suggests as she turns her attention to me, taking a bite of a smoked broccoli that sat paralyzed on her silver fork.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My brows furrow a little. Sure, some of us eat outside, but it&#8217;s hardly ever because most of us hate the weather (big babies they are).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But maybe Liam wanted a change of scenery. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Oh,&#8221; I mumbled quietly to myself, my gaze going over to one of the windows in the cafeteria. &#8220;I&#8217;ll go find him, then, you guys stay here.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I immediately stand up from my chair, pushing it in and giving not a glance back to the others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Okay, okay, maybe I am a little too eager, but he is, what I consider, my best friend&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8230;Apart from Amethyst, Lavender, Shilow, Penelope, and&#8212; <em>okay. <\/em>Everyone is my best friend but&#8230; I have a crush on Liam, it&#8217;s expected. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I feel the heat of the sun on my skin, warmer than it was this morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The sky&#8217;s a bright blue today with fluffy clouds taking home in the blues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There&#8217;s a few people out here under the umbrellas that stood in the middle of the tables, minding their own business.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But I&#8217;m not interested in them. Instead, I look around, my head whipping from side to side as I attempt to spot Liam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He doesn&#8217;t seem to be sitting out here, though, and a frown automatically comes to my lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>However, when I do a second, even triple look around, I notice a peak of a shoe behind a wall, near where no tables resided, looking like the person is sitting on their bottom against said wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Confusion bubbles inside of me, but a small chip of hope nicks at me and I jog over to the shoe. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As mentioned, I was hoping for it to be Liam, but I wasn&#8217;t really <em>expecting <\/em>for it to <em>be <\/em>him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Liam?&#8221; I call out surprised. Upon hearing his name, he looks up and instantly smiles. And did his pupils just dilate a little?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A blush instantly creeps to my cheeks at the thought, and how pretty his smile is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Hey, Clove,&#8221; Liam greets, pinching the cloth of my pants and nudging me to sit beside him, which I do, our knees almost touching as I match his position. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Once comfortable, I turn my body a little towards him. &#8220;What&#8217;re you doing out here? You&#8217;re not even eating anything,&#8221; I point out, tilting my head to the side slightly, causing my red hair to fall with the movement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He smiles a little, his nose scrunching as he does which causes his glasses to move up a little. &#8220;I&#8217;d be lying if I said I wasn&#8217;t hungry,&#8221; he admitted before his smile widened a little more. &#8220;But&#8230; I wanted to bait you out here instead.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Instantly, my eyes enlarge, and my eyebrows raise. &#8220;Bait me? What do you mean?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Everyone knew I was out here; I just wanted them to act like they didn&#8217;t and then have them tell you I was out here so we could be alone.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I blink a few times, and he just watches as if he&#8217;s mesmerized. &#8220;Really?&#8221; I ask bewildered. &#8220;Why&#8217;d you want us alone?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Liam shrugs a little, his arms moving to rest upon his knees, his hands fiddling a little together as he stares at them, seemingly in thought. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Wanted to wish you a happy birthday.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My heart instantly swells with affection towards the other and I can&#8217;t help the smile that immediately overtakes my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Well, I appreciate it. A lot. No one else seemed to remember.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He glances over at me briefly and I pick up a subtle hint of guilt. He remains quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My eyebrows furrow and I lean in a little closer, starting to worry. &#8220;What? What&#8217;s wrong?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His silence stretches out for a few seconds longer before he shakes his head and finally looks back at me. &#8220;Nothing. I just, uhm, I was the one who told everyone not to wish you a happy birthday because I wanted to tell you first, and especially in a more&#8230; special way.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Oh. <em>Oh.<\/em> That makes&#8230; a lot of sense. But at the same time it doesn&#8217;t and I think he starts to notice my thought process.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Clover,&#8221; he chimes in, scooting a little closer, our proximity a whole lot shorter than it was before, and my heart instantly begins to pump rapidly in my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Liam,&#8221; I reply back in a whisper, too scared to use my voice to the fullest in fear of it giving up on me. He had such a strong hold on me and he didn&#8217;t even know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;You and me,&#8221; he starts, his voice dropping down, almost to a whisper, but not quite one at the same time. I remember the candy heart and my eyes widen a little. So it <em>was <\/em>him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;We&#8230; <em>You&#8230; <\/em>You&#8217;re someone in my life I can&#8217;t live without. I like you. And&#8230; I think you like me, too. Clove, even if you decline, I will always be here for you no matter what. So&#8230;,&#8221; his words trail off and I hope he&#8217;s about to ask what I think he&#8217;s going to ask, my brain swirling and racing with thoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Can I be your boyfriend?&#8221; He finally asks, his eyes wide with expectation, a blush hidden on his tan skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I can&#8217;t help the wide smile that instantly come onto my lips, showing my teeth and everything, and he mirrors me instantly. &#8220;Of course,&#8221; I eventually answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Like the blink of an eye, he leans in, his eyes glancing briefly at my lips and I know what he&#8217;s asking, so I nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He leans the rest of the way, and our lips meet in a kiss, the feeling warm and wholesome, his breath tickling my skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We end up laughing a little, though, as our glasses get in the way of our kiss, causing us to separate a little too early for my liking, but the moment in general was anything but ruined. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This&#8230; was the best birthday of my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em><mark style=\"background-color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)\" class=\"has-inline-color has-vivid-red-color\">FIN.<\/mark><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Clover x Liam AU | 1st Person POV Birthdays have always been my favorite holiday. 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