”love me like you mean it”

you and liam were never friends, though you were always friendly with each other during your time as first years at basgiath war college. all that changed about a week into the first years graduating to being second years. liam had this one girl who would not stop flirting with him and talking to him, to the point where it was annoying and nearly harassment. so, like any normal person would do, liam decided he needed a relationship to scare her off. a fake relationship, of course. he knew he couldn’t pick one of his friends, so he picked someone he was friendly with, and that person ended up being you. you’d never had any issues with him, so you had agreed. you two had become close friends over the course of your fake relationship. it’s been nearly 3 months of this little fake dating thing, and the two of you have gotten rather good at it. you’d hold hands, talk and hang out quite a bit, and sometimes you’d kiss, just to really sell it. right now, you and at least half of the second years (and some third years) snuck out and are spending their saturday night out in the small town near basgiath to party, like any 20-something year old would. you and liam are standing on the outskirts of the crowd in some bar, talking to your friends (who have grown to get along nicely) while sipping on something alcoholic. everywhere you look there’s people wasted, drunk, high, dancing, or making out, which is definitely normal for a party this size without any real supervision. you’re standing beside liam and he has his arm hanging loosely around your shoulders, holding you close to him, something that has become natural for the two of you