Stand by me (stiam fanfic)

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Eeeeellloooo!!! Ima dress up like a Turkey today!!! Wwoooohoooo!! Well....a canablistic stuffed. Turkey anyway. YEP. Okay ima shut up!
Words of wisdom for today: I really need help. ;)

Liam's P.O.V.

Help. Me.

I've been sitting next to Stiles for about half an hour and I already wanna chew his face off...ya know....in a non-cannibalistic way.

It's almost like he keeps trying to seduce me.

Bending over like twice every minute, licking his lips, smiling awkwardly but so adorable, and constantly keeps putting his hand on my thigh whenever he wants to tell me something.

It's fucking torture not to shower him woth kisses!

"Liam?" I turn to Stiles and he's looking at me, smiling.

"Huh? I mean....yeah?"

"I gotta use the bathroom I'll be right back,"

"Okay," I barely get out. He nods and gets out of the seat, walking toward the bathroom.

I watch him walk away until a person hops into the Stiles' seat.

Brett.

I roll my eyes.

"So have you guys started making out yet?"

I growl at him. "He's with Derek for the millionth time!" I say to him.

"So!? It's so obvious he likes you and you like him so go for it!"

"Go away Brett," He winks and goes back to his seat.

I put in my headphones and listen to music to distract me from....well life.

Someone taps my shoulder and I turn to see Stiles is back. I take off my headphones.

"Oh. Hey,"

"Have you seen Derek?"

"Yes. Many times,"

"Shut up I'm serious. I can't find hi-Oh! Never mind I found him," Stiles moves to get up but I stop him.

"No!" I say. He looks at me strangely and sits back down.

"What?"

"The chaperones are bound to get curious. You shouldn't see him at all.....I mean....I'm not trying to pull you guys apart or anything but-"

Stiles starts chuckling. "Shut up Liam I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate it. Thank you,"

Then, something amazing happened.....

He hugged me.

He's warm, soft, smells like apples and medication. I love it so much.

I feel his nose tickle my neck and suddenly,

All I feel is guilt.

But I if this is what I get, who cares?

"Stiles," I sigh. I can't deal with this right now. I just can't. I nudge him off and turn to the window.

"What?"

"I just.....I can't do this right now,"

"It's a hug Mr. Protecto relax. I'm not trying to hit on you,"

I turn and look at him. He looks, upset.

You don't know how much I want you to hit on me right now.

Desire. That's what's in my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I really do care Stiles. I do and.....I'm sorry. I'm sorry for anything I've ever done to you. I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. I'm sorry that I'm such an ass and you deserve better but your stuck with the screw that is me and I'm just really sor-"

It got warm. My hand I mean. I look down and see Stiles' fingers intwined with mine. My heart pumped in my ears and my mouth was dry but I was able to mutter, ".....S-sorry,"

Stiles looks at me, a look that doesn't really say anything.