That would have to be the most embarrassing situation ever.

　　As an attempt to avoid going downstairs, I dress slowly. After twenty minutes though, I don't see any other choice. Descending the stairs extremely slowly though, I realise not only am I going to have to look Liam in the face after that tormenting situation, but I'm also going to have to speak to my mum.

　　Sighing as my foot hits the tiles at the bottom of the stairs, I continue down the hall and into the kitchen where my family is gathered. Everyone but mum. I smile proudly and saunter over to the coffee machine, not even looking for...