*Jordan*
It had been exactly two weeks since I saw Liam last. I tried to avoid him at all costs so that I wouldn't have to endure the awkward talk about why I kissed him.
Tonight was the full moon, and exactly half an hour after school finished, Scott told me that he already lost Liam.
"Please?!" Stiles begged from the other end of the phone. "You two are best friends! We need your help Jordan!" He whined.
I sighed and shook my head, even though I knew he wouldn't be able to see the action. "Stiles, you know I can't see him. Not now. Not ever." I promised myself to refrain from seeing his face for as long as I may live in Beacon Hills.
"Gimme the phone." I heard Scott's voice mumbled faintly from beside Stiles, removing it from my ear and wincing when I heard the sound of it being moved around on fabric. "Jordan." He spoke.
"Scott." I mumbled.
"I know you don't want to do this, and I know you want more with Liam." He started, my eyes widening. How the hell did he know?! Eh, probably the whole hearing thing. "But Liam needs you right now. He won't listen to anyone else but you, that's how it's always gonna be."
Sighing, I gave in and picked my jacket up. "Where are you?"
There was more rustling, the faint yells of Liam's name belonging to my brother. "The reserve."
"Hell to the no." I mumbled, staggering back from the door. "Reserve my ass, I ain't going in there." I stated, crossing my arms across my chest, a stern expression on my face.
"Give me that phone." Stiles demanded from the other end. "Listen to me Jordan Stilinski. If you are not here in fifteen minutes, I'll send Mr Argent to haul your ass out of there." He spoke.
"Fine! Have it your way!" I exclaimed, my arms flailing all over the place. "But if I die in there that's on you." I spat before hanging up and sliding the phone into my back pocket. I tugged my coat on and opened the front door, being met with a pair of lips almost immediately.
Opening my eyes, I saw Liam's body stood in front of me after he pulled away. My eyes raked over him, looking away and blushing when I saw he was completely butt naked.
"So you're the wolf boy who was running around naked, huh?" I teased, laughing softly and pulling him inside before slamming the door shut.
"They're gonna kill me, aren't they?" He asked, more than likely referring to Scott and my spastic brother.
Shrugging, I pulled him up to Stiles' room and shoved some clothes in his arms. "Hypothetically, yes." I started, his shoulders tensing under my hand, so I looked up at him. "They won't kill you, Liam. They just want to help you control yourself."
"Will you be there?" He asked, and my stomach flipped.
I gulped and looked down at the draws before shutting them. "I will be, if you want me there."
"I do. I really do." He answered quickly, pulling my chin up to face him before he smashed his lips onto mine.
I was in paradise, and I didn't wanna be anywhere else but there in that moment forever.
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