Manners (Chapter 7)

Have them when their needed. Don't focus on them when their not.

Sometimes you want to slap someone in the face and say "Get over it, idiot!", but now is not one of those times. I pulled a random book from Olivia's side stand, keeping my eyes on Liam while trying to keep my face covered by the book. People taught me it's rude to stare. Olivia glanced at the clock hanging over the window before giving an apologetic smile and climbing back down the window. Way to support a family member. I let my eyes skim the first few lines of the book, before immediately determining this was not quite age appropriate for me to read. I set it back down, and tossed my manners to the side, and stared at Liam. He was still face-planted stiffly into the bed. I nudge him with my foot, which.. was probably about as helpful as poking a rock with a stick. He grumbles out something I can't hear, he might as well have been talking to the sheets instead. So I grab another book off the side table, open it, and then my eyes widen as I slam it shut. No, let's not read that. So I just sit there, staring half at the wall, half at Liam, waiting just for the day to finish already.