you and me [thiam <3]

fights.

Liam has always gotten on my nerves. He's annoying,  there's nothing else to say about him. He's got hella anger issues and is always barking orders and growling (literally) about something that didn't go his way. And is clingy to the people he actually likes. [AKA (it used to be) Hayden] sometimes I just want him to disappear.

"would you get out of my ear with your loud ass breathing?" Liam mumbled, looking around the corner just as guns began going off. "Shut up" I said. He shot back behind the wall and looked over at me. "Don't make me break your nose. again." he growled. I shrugged. "Well, we aren't get anywhere fighting eachother so...what now?" I asked. He stared at me then make a "thinking" face like usual. "If you run out we die and if we stay here we die, so, what do you think?" He questioned. He didn't seem as angry as he was 5 seconds ago. "Run foreward in two directions" I said, "if I die, I don't want to die with you"
I was joking, of course. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrow like he was offended. "Well..I don't-" He started. "Spit it out" I interrupted. "If you gave me a damn minute to finish! I said..I don't want to die alone"

I stared at him. Sometimes I forget that we're just kids, and he's younger or that he has feelings too. Suddenly I could hear his heartbeat that was going overly fast and see the worried expression on his face, even though he was good at hiding it. It's different when it's somebody you've felt small attraction to be as scared as he seemed. I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "Stay here," before running out from behind the wall and attempting to tackle on of the people shooting. I quickly felt a stabbing pain in my side as he fired one last shot before I knocked him cold. I looked up at the group of people aiming their guns at me. I whispered "run" and listened to the quick footsteps take off when I did. Most of them aimed at him which gave me enough time to knock a few off their feet and start running.  After I knew they were following me and not Liam I ran faster.

I'm not even going to lie about it, a while back in the elevator when we were fighting about not risking each others lives, we did kiss. And when he said he didn't know how to ride a horse it made my heart jump, I'm surprised he didn't notice. (He's dirty minded, man..) there's more times I've felt that way, but at the same time I feel nothing towards him, or maybe it's that I crave the hatred I used to have for him so that I know we're not becoming the next corey and mason.

I ran until I knew I lost them then decided to go to Liams house to see if he was OK. The pain in my arm wouldn't go away for some reason, it didn't seem to be healing. By the time I knocked on his door I could hardly breath and was practically crying, not that I couldn't handle it..or anything..

He answered screaming "what?!" but then his eyes widened and he pulled me inside. "Theo? What's wrong, you look like shit" He said. I nodded. He looked at the few holes in my shirt and began to lift it over my head, causing another one of those feelings that make my stomach feel like it's filled with butterflies. He looked up at me and smiled..so I assumed he noticed it this time. When he looked back down he did that confused thinking look again. "It's like your body won't let you heal" He muttered. I looked down at the bruising wound and whined slightly. we..we'll wait awhile and if it's not better then we'll call Scott" He Added. I shook my head. "Not him" he raised an eyebrow. "Then you'll suffer"

I blinked slowly at him and he stared back for a minute before turning away and walking who knows where. I stood there whining in pain. I don't know why. Shouldn't be used to the feeling by now? the sad part isn't that Lydia found our I killed my sister for the dread doctors, it was what she didn't see. And eventually, the pain of feeling with what I did was worse than the pain that happened with them. I regret it now, not so much then. She didnt deserve it. But what's happening to me right now, man, I sure as hell do.

He came back with a bottle of spray and sprayed it onto the gunshot wound. It immediately started burning. "Ah- what the hell?" I said as I took a step back. "It's alchohol. If you can't heal then i.. you don't want it getting infected" He responded. He handed me a shirt and I raised my eyebrow. "This won't fit"

"Then keep your shirt off? I don't know" He said, trailing off towards the end. "well..I'll see you tomorrow? If I'm not dead by then" I joked. He looked up at me and walked over to lock the door. "I said I wanted to see I it would heal, so put this aid wrap on so you don't get my bed all bloody"

His heartbeat was rising. God, I love being able to know what people are feeling. I nodded and wrapped the bandage around my waist.
He went upstairs, and after I finished, I followed.

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Why is life difficult? Idk but look at this.

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