Stand by me (stiam fanfic)

....But don't hurt the people I care about

Hey guys guess what!? life sucks. No I'm Kidding. But it does for me. I had more than half of this chapter done and it all got deleted stupid brain of mine. Well that's the bad news but the good news is that I finally found out what Liam's best friends name is! Mason!!! woohoo!! So I got it from a Liam book someone I know made. it's called "We are different" so read it cause ya know you'll luv anything with Liam in it plus it's amaze balls. Anywhat. Btw Gracy is a made up character. Just so ya know. words of wisdom for today: your parents lied to you. You really get your genes from your uncle, aunt, and cousins. Don't be fooled.

Liam P.O.V.

I knew this was gonna be hard but I didn't know it would be this hard.

Once I got back home from deaton surprisingly enough Stiles was sitting on my bed in my room glaring right at me.

The conversation didn't exactly go well.

"Why is it such a big deal I went outside not to Mexico!?"

"The big deal is your not supposed to leave my sight yet you did leave my sight! Over 6 hours ago! I've been worried sick thinking Seven got you! You can't just leave like that without telling anyone!"

"It's not even a big deal! I was tired of the same 4 white fucking walls so I went for a walk and lost track of time! So!? And if you are supposed to be "watching" me or whatever then you wouldn't go to get fucking groceries in the middle of the fucking day in the first place!"

As you probably guessed the conversation ended in broken lamps, slammed doors, and hoarse voices.

But the next day, Sunday, he came over and we kind of patched things up. I'm still not aloud to leave without supervealance. Which I fully agreed to.

The day after when school started up again, I finally saw the 'scarres', more like bruises, deaton was talking about. They weren't exactly small bruises. They were huge patches of purple bluish on both of my arms and my shoulder. They were bad enough that my mom suggested I stay home from school. But we settled on a note getting me out of lacrosse practice today.

I walked to the bus stop and met up with Gracy, Mason, and Garrett.

"Hey guys," I say casually but there's no 'casualty' to it if they noticed how horrible I think I looked. They were about to say something when the bus pulled up. We got on and Mason sat next to me.

It was about half way through the bus ride when Mason finally spoke up. "Are you okay?" He finally said. I looked at him.

"Yeah, of course. Why?"

"Hmm. Maybe it's because you've been acting weird ever since tryouts. Or it could be that now all of a sudden you talk to people that aren't freshman. It could also be because the new creepy guy in your math class, Seven, seems to like you a lot more than anyone else. Or maybe it's because you're wearing a jacket when it's 67° outside," he says it almost all in one breath leaving him sucking in air at the end. I look at him and smile.

"Oh come on man. So I'm acting a little different that doesn't make you any less of my best friend as you are now right?" I practically beg.

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever," I smile in satisfaction.

Once we get to school I headed for my locker. After awhile I noticed Garrett was following me. When I got to my locker and opened it I finally spun around to look at him.

"Just clarifying, your locker is that way right?" I point in the opposite direction.

He just grins. "Yeah I know I'm just wondering, ya know if, you're okay," he says.