Liam just wants to go to sleep. All he can hear right now though is his sister Sylvia and her stupid best friend talking about cute boys, typical. He wishes they could just hang out and be quiet for once. He just wants to come home to a quiet house sometimes, but you're always there, practically living with them during the summer.

It's 1 in the morning, and he's watching movies on his computer when he hears the front door open and shut, then silence. He doesn't pay much attention until the sweet smell of cookies floods his nose.

"What the hell," he mutters, getting out of bed to investigate who's baking at this ungodly hour. He throws on a pair of grey sweats and walks out of his room toward the kitchen light. The silence is eerie - usually he can't get a moment's peace.

When he reaches the kitchen, he finds you crouched in front of the oven, watching cookies rise, completely alone. He looks around for Sylvia, expecting her to jump out and scare him, but the house is quiet.

"Why are you standing at the oven alone, weirdo?" he asks, making you jump violently. You stumble backward, losing balance and falling squarely on your ass.

"Dumbass," he says, laughter in his voice as you stand back up, cheeks flushed.

"Those cookies smell good as fuck, sunshine," he comments, using the nickname he's given you - supposedly teasing, though sometimes it sounds almost fond. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed over his bare chest.

"Where did Sylvia go?" he asks, genuine confusion replacing his teasing tone.