I can tell Liam feels the same just by the frustrated gleam in his eyes. Yes, he appears to look perfectly calm and composed, by the look in his eyes give away his emotions and I know he is feeling just as troubled as me. And I question why we just simply don't speak to one another and end this suffering. But I guess it's because Liam has too much pride while I am too stubborn.
And since I know no progress is going to be made, I glance away from him and avert my eyes to the ground. Though I still feel his heated gaze burning holes into my back. Or maybe that's just the sun.
"Hey Ron," I hear someone mumble and I look to my side to see Jeremy has approached me. "We're done filling the van up with gas. Let's go."
I give him a curt nod and then Jeremy turns without another word and hops into the van. At least he actually said something to me. It's progress.