| The Story Of Us - Thiam |

Part 45

After what happened with Scott, Liam began eating and socialising again. It felt good to be surrounded by the people you care about. Liam finally began to understand what Theo had said about feeling loved. It was a beautiful feeling.

There was a pack meeting today, and Liam accidentally overslept, resulting in Derek climbing through his window and slapping him across the face.

"OW, SHIT!" Liam screamed, which only made Derek double over with laughter. Liam rolled his eyes at the older wolf's immature behaviour and sat up, running his hands through his hair.

"What do you want, Der?" Liam asked tiredly, looking over at the clock but only seeing a scramble of numbers.

"You're missing the pack meeting," Derek said, after a solid minute or two of him stood in the middle of Liam's room, laughing his head off.

"Oh fuck," Liam muttered, grabbing a tank top and slipping it over his head, as well as changing into a pair of grey sweatpants. He wasn't sure if the pack would appreciate it if he went over in his boxers. He seriously doubted it.

He left his hair how it was and vigourously rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the tiredness. Derek was waiting by the front door for him and rolled his eyes once he saw the state of the beta.

"You look like shit." He said bluntly.

"Aw, thank you so much, sourwolf!" Liam replied sarcastically. Wow, Stiles had been rubbing off on him.

Derek scowled at him which made Liam chuckle, but they both walked out to the front garden in silence anyway.

That was until Derek's eyes lit up and he flexed his arms, anyway.

"Race you to McCall's!" Derek sped off in a haste, not giving Liam much of a choice.

The beta laughed and ran after the older wolf, the two of them playfully shoving each other and laughing at the other whenever they fell.

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It took them 4 minutes to get to Scott's house, but only because of their heightened werewolf speed.

The two of them fell into the front door, landing in the hallway with a loud thud that caught the attention of the whole pack.

They all went quiet, and Scott signalled to his pack to wait there. He walked out of the living room and towards the front door, only to roll his eyes.

On the ground in front of him was a grown man and a teenage boy tangled around each other, panting and laughing like there was no tomorrow.

Scott cleared his throat and a few members of the pack joined him, chuckling lightly at the scene that was unfolding in front of them.

"Nice of you to join us," Malia spoke up, holding onto Scott's shoulders as she giggled.

The two of them looked up, and then at each other, their eye's widening. Scott simply shook his head and chuckled at his friends.

They both stood up, pushing each other into the opposite direction. Only a few members were still there, watching them mess around with each other. The others had gone back to the living room to chat.

Liam and Derek turned to face each other, their faces red. "I won," Liam stated, more of a fact than a question.

Derek scoffed, walking toward the living room. "Don't be a liar, I won."

Liam grabbed Derek's shoulder's playfully, spinning him around. The rest of the pack had left the scene moments before.

"Don't lie just because you don't like losing, mate. I won." Liam said, laughing.

Derek smiled and said, "Whatever you say, Dumbar." The werewolf walked into the living room, Liam hot on his tail. "I still won, though. And you'll have to live with that forever."

The two fell into a laughing fit again and the pack, who were sat across the space of the McCall living room, looked at each other, their eye's wide and their expression's worried for their friends who refused to shut up.

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