**XVIII: Liam**
As Liam turned the corner, walking hand in hand with Marie, he realized he had never actually seen her sorority house. It was just another vaguely colonial style house with wood paneling, like most of the frat and sorority houses in the neighborhood, but it definitely looked…cleaner than any of the frat houses Liam had been to.
“What exactly am I doing here again?” he asked as they walked up the driveway toward the back of the house, “I thought sorority stuff was always just sisters only.”
Marie smiled up at him. Her nerves from earlier when she had come over to his dorm room to dress him had definitely disappeared.
When he had received the text from her earlier today telling him that she was going to meet him at 10:00 on a Tuesday night and help him get ready for a party, Liam had almost thought his girlfriend was joking, but here he was, dressed in nice jeans and one of the few button-down’s he owned that fit his shoulders and arms nicely without being too short or too long. Liam was glad Marie hadn’t said anything about a tie–memories from high school band of having to play an instrument while a stupid school tie tried to cut off his windpipe still made his throat feel tight.