It was the night of the ball
-liam was standing around, occasionally making small talk with some of the other noble-people.-
He was wearing something like that
The night grew later and later, and Liam was starting to worry that Rowell wasn't going to come. Finally, he appeared, wearing something like this:
-his eyes light up when he sees him, he run-walks over to him-
He smiled at him
"Hey..."
-he smiles back-
"Hi..."
"You look nice..."
"you too..."
"Ah-this old thing?"
He laughed a little, tugging at his tux
"Nah... you're gorgeous..."
He didn't seem-quite like himself...
;)
"right... right"
-he smiles-
WHY DID YOU WINK AT ME. I DO NOT TRUST WINKING NO SIREE
