Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.
-W.H. Auden

Waking up next to Asher felt better then I remember, but that made me all the more hesitant to get out of bed, something he wanted me to do, simply because he thinks everyone else in the house was awake. Yet I know damn well Dad isn't up yet.

Straddling his hips I have one arm over his chest and my other arm is holding his hand captive under one of my hands next to my head.

When he tried to get up, move me off him and leave me sleeping alone in bed, I simply bite into the skin on his wrist making him pause all movement.

Now my hand covers the spot I bit, and I can feel the raging pulse under my fingerprints. I'm ready to bite him again, and of course I want to, but the golden boy stays still under me -still except for the one hand playing with my curls.

"Liza when do you plan on waking up?" He asks me, nice as ever.

"When I want to." I reply, placing my chin on his stomach so I can meet his mint green eyes. "Or at least I would have woken up when I wanted to if you didn't try to get me out of bed before the clock hit eleven."

"You're suppose to get up before noon Blue." Asher says, voice judging. "That's why school starts at eight."

"It's the weekend." I snort. "I'm supposed to sleep in."

"You're just-" Cutting off the retort with my sharp teeth in the pale skin of his wrist, Asher takes a sharp breath in, squirming under me.

"It doesn't matter where I bite you, does it?" I muse, pulling away to sit up with a smirk.

"Do you always have to sit right on my lap?" He asks instead of answering, clearly trying to relax under me.

I shrug, "It's comfortable."

The golden boy narrows his eyes at me, "It's dangerous."

"Well lucky for you, I'm okay with a little danger." I reply, teasing him lightly. My smirk only deepens when I see how dark his eyes are. "And you're walking on thin shells, waking me up and all. Careful, or I'll decide you need to be punished."

"Oh please," Asher scoffs. "You can't hurt me."

Grinning, I bite my lip so I don't flash my teeth to show him my true intent, and just say it instead. "Not that kind of punishment Gold."

"O-oh."

"Yeah, oh."

I have to make up for lost time somehow, and flirting seems like that solution.

If I could only make Dad's assumptions come true...

Giggling at the thought I absentmindedly let go of Asher's wrist, in a split second the nice guy rolled 180 degrees, grabbed the back of my thighs and sat up with me carried on his back. 

Scoffing I let the golden boy, who actually gets what he wants this time, stand up and take me to the bathroom. Once we're finished I remind Asher that we need actual clothing and not what we fell asleep in yesterday -which is basically just pajama pants for him, and I changed into fluffy Olaf themed pajama shorts under a pure blue shirt I stole from my dad. Stupidly I fell asleep in a comfy pair of lace undergarments, since I need we'd be up for a while I kept a bra on but accidentally fell asleep in it. Good thing it's comfortable. 

"Ugh." I grumble under my breath, glaring down at the amount of cleavage that's showing when I throw the large shirt off me. I really wish I had smaller boobs, the back pain and daily hindrance isn't worth how apparently 'good' it is to have big ones. And with the size I have, I constantly have more boob than what I know to do with. 

"You healed all that way." Asher mumbles close to my ear, trailing a hand up my side.

Ice pulls my heat away, I end up with a grin as I turn to face Asher. "Yeah. Funny how that works isn't it? You get a injury and end up healing. Sorta how you get a crush..." My finger tips trail down his bare chest before looping around his pant loops. "And end up falling in love."

"You're cheesy when you get down to it." The nice guy says, rolling those mint green eyes of his though his hands on my back pulls my body closer to his own. A light blush coats his cheeks, and a boyish smile lights up his features.

Him and those fucking smiles.

They're what got me wrapped around his fingers without him even knowing it.

"You're the one that likes it, Gold." I remind him, making him only flush more. Sadly my forming smirk is cut off by a yawn, and I end up stretching against Asher. Stopping I realize his eyes are roaming my body. "Not the only thing I see you like."

"S-sorry." Asher stammers, dropping me from his hold.

"It's okay," I chuckle smugly. "I'm yours to look at."

Shaking his head the nice guy turns to change behind me, with a slight roll of my eyes I mimic him. We're both dressed in minutes, me in simple leggings and black long sleeve.

I'm not quite sure when it happened, but I do know that Asher must have accidentally stumbled and tripped himself, and hit me on the way down but suddenly I was under him and crushed to the floor. The golden boy didn't have time to make sure he didn't land on me, since he can be clumsy as hell, but he did manage to put a hand on the back of my head to cushion the blow and make sure he didn't knee me. 

"Fuck." I cough out from the impact, wincing when he does.

It's so easy for me to forget that Asher hates cussing, but most times I remember not to go off on a angry, curse-full rant.

"Sorry Liza, I-I tripped."

"Yeah I figured." Grunting out I prop myself up. The giant's body follows me until we're both sitting next to each other, one of his hands resting on mine. 

Though there's no reason to I almost flinch when a large thumb brushes against the thick scars I have on my knuckles, evidence of all the times I've split them against another human's skin. I try to pull away but a ice cold hand on my side stops me. "What's wrong?" Asher asks. 

"I hate my hands." 

"What a weird thing to hate." He mutters, clearly thinking I wouldn't hear him. 

"It's not really. I've hurt a lot of people with these hands. I've killed someone with them," I shrug, trying to brush that fact off so I don't cry. "They're not a good person's hands. I look at them and I see fire and blood and sometimes I can still feel pain." 

Asher takes a breath, thinking before raising my hand in the air, splayed out. My breath catches as a small, boyish grin catches on his lips. All because he put his own hand against mine and can see how much larger it is than mine. 

"Do you feel pain now?" 

Shaking my head prompts him to intertwine our fingers. 

"Blue, of all the bad you've done, all the pain and fear you'd had happen to you and caused and I still trust you completely." After saying this the nice guy lights up like a Christmas tree.

Adorable, handsome and sexy.

Tsk.

The Hole Trinity.

"Seriously?" I frown. "Why?"

Now looking at me scornfully Asher crosses his arms like a angry toddler. "Why wouldn't I?"

"...I don't know." I bite my lip. "It just seems weird to hear that from someone who's not related to me. I love you and all Asher, but it just doesn't seem that you really trust all this." I motion to myself, thinking about how our relationship has failed in the past.

"No!" He shouts a little too loud a little too fast, blanching with wide mint green eyes. "I trust you. Out of the two of us, I trust you. Completely."

"That's not a good thing Gold, you have to trust yourself. Unless yourself is a tricky bastard like my shadow. Then go ahead and be suspicious your whole life." My sarcastic reply has little affect one the golden boy. Pity.

"You know...as much as you try to reject people that get close to you and how much you fake hating Link and all your cousins I can tell you actually love them. You're just really good at letting people not love you." Asher's observation wipes the smirk right off my face. "I can't say anything, since I really just have you and Link, but I think if you actually tried instead of relying on books you could have a lot of friends."

I shake my head, completely disagreeing. "Maybe in the past but right now I have all I need. Weasley, don't tell him I'm saying this because he's still a failed Hogwarts wizard in my books -pun intended, is my friend and I have you too. That's all I need in the means of friendship and more. Quality over quantity, it's the golden friendship rule."

"It doesn't matter how many friends you have if you don't have good friends?" Asher says hesitantly, but clearly didn't even need to make sure he got it.

"Exactly, and you are definitely high quality." Winking at this I rake my eyes over the nice guy's built body before meeting mint eyes. 

God, it's so much fun to see how long it can take him to turn into a tomato.

Which in some instances, it doesn't take long at all.

"Do you know what Solipsism is?" I ask Asher, who suddenly looks alarmed.

"Is this going to be like the Basorexia kissing question thing?" 

Giggling I shake my head, which I can tell relaxes but disappoints the golden boy at the same time. "No, though I would enjoy that." I smirk, showing of my sharp teeth. "Solipsism is the belief that everything around you is created by your mind."

"Is that relevant in some way?" Asher asks, trying to sound as kind as possible, something that almost makes me laugh. 

"Yes." I shoot him a look, telling him to be patient. "Because I wanted to let you know that even if this is all in my head, you are by far the best thing my mind has ever made."

Chuckling Asher leans over and pecks me on the lips, but tries to pull away all to fast. "Liza-"

"Just shut up and let me kiss you." I tell him, holding the sides of his face while getting a actual kiss out of Gold.

I notice what Asher is doing when my dad growls at him, making me instantly snap my head over to him and growl back -though I know I probably shouldn't do because my boyfriend is staring at Mom's self-harm scars on her wrists.

In my defense I was reading, so I didn't notice much of anything at the moment.

Though I probably shouldn't be reading at the dinner table anyway...

Tsk.

Good books.

"No, oh my -uh...I wasn't staring because I have a p-problem or something I was just, I was just um..." Easily flustered Asher makes a split second decision and pulls down his right sleeve, showing both my parents, and a already well informed Lincoln, his own scars. 

Out of instinct I go to stop Asher, knowing he hates it when anyone can see them, but only manage to land a tense hand on his bicep. 

"See?" His rushed attempt to explain himself leaves us all frozen.

I can tell the instant Asher realizes what he just did and since nobody else is bothering to speak and still staring at him in shock I cover for him, "I hope you all know you look constipated right now."

In sync my parents turn their focus onto me and send me withering looks, though Mom is flushed from what just occurred.

"Are you okay now?" Dad asks gently.

Although Asher tends to respond negatively to male father figures talking to him in most ways, when it comes to my dad that seems to be dulled in full, I'm almost positive it's just the blue eyes -Asher sees me whenever he see's Dad's baby blues and can't help but to trust him.

That and my dad is awesome in general.

"Yeah." The nice guy nods, pulling down his sleeve again. "I'm okay now."

"Y-y-you..." Mom stutters out before squeaking quite loudly, making it around the table faster than I thought possible and squishing Asher in a hug. "I'm so sorry, God dammit now I'm crying and all gross."

Despite her words she just holds onto a obviously suffocating golden boy, calming her own emotions while killing my nice guy.

"Mom. Mom," I stand and gently pull her off of Asher -a move Dad appreciates. "You gotta' let go now. Dad, hug." 

My command makes my Dad lightly hold my mom's hips. "May I?" With Mom's nod he hugs her, ignoring the odd look the only redhead at the table is sending him.

"What's wrong Weasley? Never seen two adults hug before?" I tease him, making Link glare at me but I could care less.

"No, it's not that. It's just-" Lincoln struggles to explain. "-he asked."

"Yeah and?" I shrug. "He always does that. Every single damn time he needs to touch her. It can get quite annoying to just hear 'may I?' or 'can I?' or see that weird way he looks when he doesn't say anything at all. They're already married, two kids. I'm pretty sure he should get at this point Mom doesn't have a problem with touching him. So, in short, my dad is weird as fuck. Deal with it."

Dad's only response is to raise his lip in warning to me, flashing his sharpest teeth but using most of his energy to comfort Mom.

I guess this is Link- -and Asher after years of bad parenting- -seeing how real, loving parents and partners should be.

We have a lot to teach him.

Good thing we're getting him out of that house, away from his father.

It's also a good thing that my parents decided to get legal custody of Lincoln after that happens, so he doesn't end up in the system -to adopt him.

He's going to have a blast when he finds out we're actually going to be related now.

I'm sure that asshole Anderson will have something to say to the strawberry after that.

Also, there's no way in hell I'm not recording that conversation.