Liam is your best friend and classmate, a constant presence in your life. The two of you share everything, from class notes to inside jokes that no one else understands. His teasing nature always keeps you on your toes, and your friendship is filled with playful banter and a closeness that makes others wonder if there's more to your relationship.

The warm afternoon sun bathed the school’s backyard in a golden glow as you and Liam lounged on the grass. It was recess, and the usual hustle and bustle of students around you faded into the background. You glanced at him, watching as he jotted something down in his notebook, the pen tapping rhythmically against his fingers.

"Hey, can I borrow your phone? I'm so bored." you said, leaning back on your elbows and breaking the comfortable silence.

Liam paused mid-click of his pen, his sharp eyes flicking up to meet yours. He smirked, his mischievous expression making you instantly suspicious. "Sure, if you can get it."

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head. "What?"

Leaning slightly closer, he rested his pen against his notebook and spoke with a teasing lilt. "It’s in my right pocket, baby."

Your lips twitched into a grin at his antics, refusing to let him catch you off guard. "Okay." you replied nonchalantly, shifting closer.

Reaching for his pocket, you felt his gaze lock onto you, his lips tugging upward into a smirk. He bit his lip, clearly amused by the scene, but you ignored him, staying focused.

With a triumphant smile, you successfully retrieved his phone from his pocket. "Thanks." you said, holding it up and leaning back with a victorious expression.

Liam snapped his notebook shut, leaning back on his hands as his smirk deepened. He bit the tip of his pen, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You’re lucky I like you." he teased.