ANDERSON, liam evan

[liam]

LIAM EVAN ANDERSON !?

'you light up my world like nobody else.'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"-smiles curiously- Tell me again why you're interviewing me? .... Oh okay. Well, hi, I'm Liam Evan Anderson and I'm just a simple nineteen year old boy getting by. My name is pretty simple in itself so I don't really have any nicknames, but my best friend calls me Boo sometimes as a joke -grins a little- I'm a human of course, but I do know of the other world -frowns at this- and I am definitely on the side with the humans. I've had enough of the bad ones, -shakes head sadly- I've really had enough of them. My sexuality? Hm, that's a hard one because I know for sure that I like girls. I find them beautiful... one girl in particular -smiles shyly- but also I kinda don't mind trying new things with guys? My best friend is helping my curiosity though, so you could call me bi-curious. -sighs a bit and looks at the interviewer expectantly- This stuff is confidential right? -- Okay, good."

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"-looks amused at the interviewer- But you can see what I look like? Can't I just give you a photo? No? -huffs- Fine. I am quite tall, just about six foot one. My hair is the sort of brown that looks different shades in different lights, you know like a chestnutty colour when the sun shines and a chocolate when it doesn't? Or so I've been told... -chuckles lightly- My eyes are my mothers, a very bright green and I like my eyes, I would say that it's my best feature. My body is lithe, I can say I'm not fat but I'm not underweight either. I have a wide smile that shows my teeth -smiles there to show them-. The distinguishing features are the bite marks on my neck from the many times I've been bitten, and a long scar on my forearm where I struggled once. I call it my battle scar. My style is generally quite smart, but I do like sweaters because they're warm and comfortable. When the weather is warm however, I like to wear stripes, polo shirts. But no one can make me wear proper shoes! I love simple plimsole type shoes, maybe vans or converse at times too. In the summer flip flops are my friends. -rolls his eyes- Celebrity? Yeah, some people say that I look like that Louis Tomlinson guy from that band, but I don't listen to them so. -shrugs-"

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

"-scratches his neck awkwardly- Uhh... about me... well. I can honestly say that you have interviewed people much more interesting than me in this business, but here goes nothing. I have always been a quiet kid for as along as I can remember, not completely a loner, I guess I did have my quirks, but I was usually less out there than some other people. There are a few things that I have always liked, and a few that I have newly sort of discovered I like.

For example, something new being photography. I now love taking pictures that I can use to put in my scrap book mostly, but it's not only that. Since I saved up my money for a professional camera, I am able to take other pictures that keep me satisfied until the next time I see the person I am dedicating the book to. I think that I only do it because it makes me feel less like a stalker though -blushes a bit and shrugs- I love music, it is one of the things that gets me through the day - rock ballads and such. I like it when it rains, because that particular weather seems to always be able to reflect my mood, and sometimes I think that when it's raining, it's the only time that mother nature truly understands me. I am a person that likes everything to be calm y'know? No rush to get anywhere, no not knowing what to do in a fast paced situation, I just like feeling in control of a situation I guess, I don't like it when something comes over me unexpectedly. The one thing I do love though, is fireworks. Because every year on July 4th, or on new years eve, I'd look at them and get memories of my sister, the happy times we had watching them together so you could say that fireworks and their beauty is one of my favourite things in the world.

There are too many things to list that I don't like, but isn't it the same for everyone? Find something that you can criticize ans say that you don't like, because I know for a fact that I do that and I can guess that others do too. I have this quirk where I really don't like when someone presents a stereotype. So, for example I hate it when a blond girl with long legs is the leader of the cheer squad and is a total bitch y'know? I find that so annoying. -shrugs- I have a large dislike for fakery, I hate it when you walk down the street and you see a girl, her face so covered in make up so that you can't see her face, long extensions and barely any clothing. I find that unreal, and I don't see why they do that, as I think all girls are beautiful in their own way . There is a day I hate in the year. A single day, where my sister lost her battle to cancer. It was painful and heartbreaking, and I never change the calender for it, pretending it doesn't exist, though I know what that's impossible. -bites his lip and looks down- Anyway, in my list of dislikes there is also my hate for technology. Why is it needed? What good will facebook or twitter do? All people do on there is talk shit about other people and cause hurt. I don't like it, and that's why I try not to use it as much as I can. I use my phone to contact my mum and some friends, but that's all because I just don't want to waste my time with useless things like that. One more thing? Alright. Wasting time. I really hate it when people just mill around doing nothing, like they don't have futures to look forward to because they won't get anything done. No studying no anything, and this is why I spend as much of my time as I can doing something. My mornings are early, just so you know. -smiles a bit sheepishly-

I have always been good with hiding. With getting by unnoticed, though of course it doesn't work all the time as that was the only reason I got noticed by my best friend, because I was trying to remain unseen. -grins a bit- I am good at empathising with people, as I try my best not to judge them, but rather out myself in their shoes. I guess you could call me a 'sweetheart' like that, but I see it more as not being a hypocrite because I'd rather people knew the real me than judge what's on the surface. Though maybe that's a little hypocritical for my dislike of fakery.. One of my strengths is finding a way to move on. Like when Amelia died, I still mourn her but I have moved on with my life because I can't be held back. I love her, but I have to keep living, no one should live in their pasts forever. However, I am not perfect. I am also weak. I can't control my feelings, which is why i fell into depression. I just couldn't handle them, and the only thing that had kept me going was Amelia, but I guess I learned to find hope in new places now, so I no longer want to kill myself. I'm also not very good at trying new things unless I really have to, I guess I have gone through so many changes that now that anything new scares me. -sighs- I hate admitting weakness. That is one of my weaknesses. I know that as a human, I am imperfect, but it hurts sometimes to be that pointed out to you so brutally.

Habits, fears, secrets, desires? Those are all just words to me. I mean, they mean something, but are they really important in such a sorry world? In such a horrid, filthy world? Everyone has secrets don't they, the little things that no one wants anyone to find out. For me it's Julianna. She is my dirty little secret you could say -at this moment his face turns stone cold- for months now, everyday after school, she would come and drink blood from me. I only let her so that she'd leave Amelia alone, -looks forward blankly, darkly- But when Amelia died I refused to be her puppet anymore. So you could say her death is my secret, that not even my best friend knows about, let alone my parents or anyone. Desires. -smiles at this, lighting up instantly- There is only one thing I want. A girl. Her name is Autumn, and well, I think she is an amazing human being, so all I desire is her. For her to maybe like me as much as I like her, though I can only hope and just keep my scrapbook of her. Fears. Fears are the many things that float in my brain, you know things like what if my parents find out about Julianna? What if I lose my best friend? What if I am just going crazy and the girl that I have been obsessing over will never know I exist? Yeah, those are the things I fear. -bites his lip a bit and looks at the interviewer almost sadly-.

I just don't like talking about myself further than the basic likes and dislikes. The deeper stuff gets me down. Usually I'm a happy person, well as much as I can be, I like having a laugh. I love getting on with people but it's impossible to be able to get on with everyone. I prefer to just think happy things, not letting my past get me down, because seeing people like Autumn makes the world seem brighter, so I like to give others a chance. If they give me one back I mean. My mum and dad are really honest, and caring people and I love them I really do, but I am not close enough to them to tell them anything that is going on in my life. I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist when it comes to life. I like to go after things that I know are possible, but sometimes even for people like me there needs to be some sort of dream that might not be achievable, but there is still hope that it might me. -grins at this, lightening the mood considerably- There we go, finished on a light note!"

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

"Sarah. Gary. Amelia. They are my family. My flesh and blood and I love them all. Or, well, as many as are left. My parents had never really went into detail about their history. I mean, they said that they met at University and that they had had a project together. They hadn't liked each other at first, but were forced to work with each other -smiles- Cheesy stuff eh, as I'm sure you know how it ends. They soon fell in love, their late night parties turning into all nighters as they would spend nights together, and soon enough they had left University and realised that they were perfect for each other. That they wanted a family, and a life, to be together forever. A few years later they had a son, who was me of course. They named me Liam after my fathers great grandfather because he had died in the war, and I don't mind it though I'm pretty sure I could never live up to the name. Anyway, they had me, they had a house together and a happy family. I grew up very loved, taken care of I never needed anything. I mean, my parents were not loaded, but we lived comfortably.

That is not to say that their relationship was perfect, because it was far from it. They had their bad days, their arguments but I know for a fact that my parents still love each other. Anyway, as I started going to school life became more real to me, it sort of displayed that it was more than fun and games. That it was responsibility to work towards having a life, towards earning money because life is all it is. To go to school to get a job to earn money to be able to live. So that was sort of my function until I was eleven and my parents decided to have another baby. I was upset then, because even if I wasn't a spoiled child or an attention seeking child, I wasn't happy that the little attention that I did get when my parents were not working would be taken away from me. That year I also found my best friend. He was the new boy in school, and as always I just kept my head down and didn't pay any attention, but I was baffled at he came and sat down right next to me and exclaimed loudly 'let's be friends!' It was a new feeling, of acceptance and friendship, and I liked it.

So the fact that my parents were having another baby did not matter anymore. Because now I had him, my new best friend. And about a year into the friendship I couldn't have been happier. When it was my birthday, I had a party. I was twelve, and all of the kids from school came but I remembered that I didn't really want to hang out with them because I had always thought they were judgmental snobs, and that had been obvious on their faces, so we had run away and hid in the garden. Playing with stick swords, and it was the best birthday I had ever had. And I was so glad that I had had that experience, because not even five months after it, Amelia was diagnosed with cancer. She was my baby sister! I could not believe even for a minute that something this horrible could happen to her! I loved her! So so much, and I was only twelve and that news scared the shit out of me because she had barely turned one. They had said that she could get treated. They had said that she would be okay.

But as the days passed, I thought she really would be. The symptoms looked like they had been removed, like they had vanished and they had never been there. There was relief in all our family, and then I was a happy boy. I went to the same high school as this best friend of mine, and honestly, life was good. Freshman year was good. I had no worries except getting the grades. I was popular to some extent, because a lot of people had liked how happy and quirky I was. My sixteenth birthday was a bash, but one even stood out the most. And that had scared the absolute shit out of me because we, as teenagers, got completely drunk. We were camping by a lake, with a campfire and I had locked lips with this girl from school and it was all nice and stuff but then she had to go and ruin it by puking on me. It had be so vile! But my best friend had looked after the absolutely drunk me, and we both went skinny dipping. It was dark and he had kissed me. I didn't get scared, I just kissed back and then laughed. That was when he told me that he was bisexual and all I did was hug him, because I didn't care. He was still him. My best friend.

When I turned seventeen I had a steady girlfriend. Nora her name was. She was beautiful, funny, amazing. But she was too good to be true as many things in life were, and soon she had broken up with me because she had found someone better. I pretended that I didn't care, and even though my best friends comfort had helped, I knew that I was in denial as I had truly believed that I loved her. However, soon my whole world came crashing down when my six year old sister cancer came back harsher than ever. I forgot all about Nora, realising that life was much more important than a girl that didn't want me. So I focused my attention on looking after my sister, making the time she had left more fun for her as her illness was fatal and no one could do anything about it. I cried when I found out. I didn't even feel ashamed. I had called up my best friend, and just cried on his shoulder for a while. But I lived for her, and became a little more depressed each day. But when my parents wanted a night off, I gladly told them that I would look after her. So they went, trusting me to look after Amelia.

That night we had watched a few movies, laughed about and then I put her to bed. And then I went to bed myself. However, soon I got woken up by noises in the kitchen. I had creeped down to see what was going on, it was dark and I turned on lights as I went. I heard a whoosh, and the door to my sisters room had creeped open. I panicked then, the adrenaline pulsing through me as I raced to her room to see a woman standing over her bed. She had heard me coming of course, as she turned around and grinned at me brightly, her dark blue eyes cold and penetrating and the words that came from her mouth were few but terrifying. 'Her or you?' She had asked, and without hesitation I said me. Of course I said, me I didn't want anything to happen to my little sister. It was horrible as she had walked towards me, took my hand gently and led me out of the room. I remember this clear as day, it had been the most terrifying moment of my life. She took me into the living room where she told me to sit down.

She didn't say much, she just told me not to make any noise as she sat by me and introduced herself as Julianna and that I'd prove useful to her. I didn't care right then as long as she didn't come after Amelia, I would do anything to keep her safe. So then everything that happened was a blur, the next thing I knew there was pain. Atrocious amounts of pain as I struggled, as Julianna had sunk her teeth into me, and at that moment I thought I was going to die. I honestly did. She drunk from me, not making it any less painful to me. When she was done she licked her lips and kissed me as I breathed heavily confused and stuttering, asking her what the hell she was. She grinned at me, telling me that the world is wider than what us mere humans see. I shivered in fear and she had told me to wait at the park after school the next day or Amelia would die. I didn't have any choice. I did as she said.

What she did carried on for months, and the more she drunk, the worse Amelia got in her condition, the worse I felt. I felt dark and depressed, and even my best friend couldn't put his finger on why I had suddenly changed, but being as amazing as he was he stuck by me even as I was losing hope bit by bit. When I was seventeen, my sister died. She had finally lost her battle with cancer. I was heart broken. I didn't know what to do with myself. How to live, knowing that such a young soul had left my life. -feels tears sting in his eyes for the first time since he started the story- I cried that night. I cried so much that I didn't think I would ever stop. And of course, the next day I missed my meeting with Julianna, who was pissed and came to me that night. I was a wreak, a fucking angry wreak and she had had the decency to show up demanding why I wasn't there for her feeding. I was in a rage, I grabbed the pencil off of the table and before she could see what i was doing i lunged at her, making her fall over, and sticking the wood right in the place where her stone cold heart was. I had pulled the pencil out and put it back in roughly, just to make sure she was dead. -a tear falls out of one eye and trails down his cheek-

I curled up and pretended I could disappear. I wanted to disappear, I felt like the darkness had consumed me, like I was nothing more than a black dot on a black canvas and there was no hope for me. The next day I went into school and planned the easiest way I could kill myself. I thought about something that would make me least scared to chicken out. Pills. I could take pills. What was there worth living for? The world was such a filthy place, and I didn't want to be in it! However, my view changed that day too. The moment I saw her. Autumn. Though of course, I didn't know her name I was captured by her. I was sitting on the front steps of the school, looking blankly at my book, my hair being ruffled by the wind as she walked passed me, such a ball of energy, so bright and just wow. I remember how she walked up to a girl, and just started complimenting her. Asking her the silliest questions, and I was so baffled at how she could do that. Walk around like life wasn't a horror show. Walk about like she had something to live for, when most people looked like they couldn't care if someone lived or died, he had had a feeling that Autumn would. I was enchanted by her from the first time I laid my eyes on her.

And I couldn't get enough of her. I know that she never knew I even existed, but that night I didn't take those pills. I thrived on her enthusiasm, just watching her every moment I could at school. Soon I had got out my old camera to take pictures. At first I felt a bit creepy, but then I realised that her smile made me happy, that her smile made my days brighter and I didn't even care. I took pictures. I stuck them in a book. I kept her as a token to tell me that maybe there is hope. That maybe life is worth it. And soon enough, without even realising it, that her making me so happy without knowing it made me fall in love with her a little more each day. When I had realised that I told my best friend. He was a little skeptical, and told me to at least go and talk to her but I refused. He knew nothing of why someone like her would make me do happy, but it didn't matter. I would just make sure she was not looking in my direction every time I took a picture. She never was. -smiles sadly-

However, I had had enough just watching from afar. I wanted to know more. About her, about who she was and why she was the way she was. So I recruited my best friend to do some snooping, and I'm not entirely good at those things. He told me that the kids out there are brutal, and don't care about dishing out any sort of information about anyone. That had kinda got me angry, but I left it because I just wanted to hear what he had to say. He said that they all thought she was a 'weirdo'. That confused him. Autumn. A weirdo? Couldn't they see what he saw? Then he was told that it was because of her hallucinations, paranoia and the fact that she spoke of magic like it was a real thing. That was when my heart broke for her because I knew that those things were real! I knew that she was not crazy, and I wanted to tell everyone just so they wouldn't think that anymore, I wanted to go and tell her that she wasn't just hallucinating. And even with all that my best friend told me, I didn't care. I carried on loving her because to me she was such an amazing being. Someone everyone should love and take care of. I admired her so much, the fact that all those teens were so horrid to her she went through life smiling. That girl wouldn't cease to amaze me.

Soon we finished high school. We left, I stayed at home because I hadn't chosen a university I wanted to go to, and I knew she stayed too because she would always come to this little coffee place. I would make sure I was there, so that I could watch her. Soon, my infatuation with her had lasted for two years and is still lasting now. Call me crazy if you will. I am in love with a girl who doesn't even know I exist. I hope maybe one day she will, but for now her smile is enough to keep me going. To make me think that my sister is in a better place. To be closer to my parents, to be closer to my best friend. She just made everything better, and that is the best part of my life right now. Her and my scrap book. -clears his throat- There it is. My sorry ass life. I hope you found this interview worthy. -gets up and shakes the interviewers hand smiling a bit, glad that he could get all of that off his chest-."

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"O.O don't even ask why i am doing this. louis's face was too much to resist. so yeah. you all know who i am, and my characters and shizzles, so i won't go through this ahahaha love, jurate."

Louis Tomlinson is perfect. As is Ben Barnes and Evan Peters. JS.

[JURATE]