Dysfunctional [LIAM DUNBAR] ✓

twenty-three | Berserkers

James was sitting in the McCall dining area, Liam across from him both of them waiting for Malia and Stiles up stairs, they were getting something of Scott's so that Malia could catch his scent for when they went to Mexico. "Oh guys go home!" James had been dragged here by Liam, James hadn't planned on going to Mexico simply because he couldn't. He was still on parole and his officer had gone into depth about the rules, no leaving the country. This was because James was moving states from the summer, and his new one emailed his father the list as a reminder. "You're aren't coming with us." Stiles sighed annoyed by the two betas.

"Why not?" Liam asked standing up and walking behind Stiles, James stood up and soon followed after.

"Because it is a full moon and I don't feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you two rip my throat out." Stiles explained, James frowned; he had forgotten about the full moon but he still didn't understand Stiles' logic. He wanted to leave two out of control werewolves on their own on a full moon. Their second full moon without anyone watching over them.

"You can lock us up right?" Liam asked hopefully with a small frown, James leaned on the back of the chair as Liam suggested some ideas. "Chain me down to the back seat or something?"

"Didn't we break the last chains?" James asked looking over at the two juniors, Malia nodded. James wouldn't be surprised if Stiles had complained about the two breaking them, they were probably expensive.

"Yeah we'd have to freeze you in carbonite to get you down there." Stiles exaggerated, James rolled his eyes at Stiles' reference. James was not a Star Wars fan, he had seen the movies when he was younger but that was the only time.

"Okay where do we get carbonite?" Liam asked the reference going over his head. Malia looked over at Stiles for an answer.

"It's a Star Wars reference." James muttered to Liam, Stiles pointed at James and nodded before turning around to leave the McCall house. "Anyways, what about the trunk?" James suggested hoping that would work, both of the two new betas rushing around Stiles and Malia; blocking them from the door. Stiles would have to break eventually and let Liam go, and James would find somewhere safe for him to hide. He could ask Brett for help if needed.

"You'd get out of that too!" Malia explained to the two betas. "Especially with both of you in there." Before James could point out that he wasn't going Stiles spoke.

"Liam, James you've been werewolves all of five minutes." It certainly didn't feel like five minutes or even a month. It felt like it had been a forever since the night on the hospital, so much has happened and James had changed a lot. He was more aware, and he was more worried for his friends now. He had actual friends that cared about him, not just ones that he could get high with- but ones that cared about him. "You don't have do this."

"I know I don't but I want too." Liam spoke up looking over at James to see what he thought and all he did was nod in agreement. "There's got to be bigger chains, a bigger trunk, something! There has to be." Liam exclaimed looking between all three of his friends hoping that one of them could come up with a good or at least decent idea.

"Maybe there is, James you drove here?" He nodded. "Good just follow me to the parking lot where we're meeting Derek and Braeden." He mumbled leaving the house, Malia following; James saw Stiles pull his phone out of his pocket.

When in James' car, well his father's car James decided to remind Liam that he couldn't go. "You do know I can't go with you, right? It is against my parole and I could go back to juvie and my mom would easily be able to make a case against my dad." He explained, Liam looked in front of him at the jeep that was speeding down the empty road.