Stand by me (stiam fanfic)

.....we'll always be together

Hi peeps. By the time I finish this chappie it probably won't b thanksgiving anymore but I'm still gonna talk about it! I made the soda explode by accident and I had to borrow my cousins shirt. Wasn't very pretty....BUT NOW WE'RE PLAYING JUST DANCE SO KEWL!!! anyhow, words of wisdom for today: JUST DANCE YOU GUYS!

Liam's P.O.V.

"I don't get why we're here," Stiles says.

I take a bite of the pizza I brought and look at Stiles. He's looking at me weird.

We're on the beach during the day and it's slightly windy, but mostly hot. I got some pizza for us to share, but I'm not really paying much attention to the pizza. Just Stiles' eyes.

I sigh. "I told you already. We have to watch out for Max,"

"But he's not even here!" Stiles points out.

I roll my eyes. "I know that, but he has his break in....." I check my watch. ".....four minutes and I think he'll come here, it's that simple," I say.

Stiles shrugs and reaches over me to grab a piece of pizza.

"Might as well enjoy this then," He says, waving the pizza around before eating it.

I lay down on the sheet I layed out and stare at the partly clouded sky.

Stiles joins me. He points. "That cloud looks like a mushroom,"

"What? No, that's definitely a mermaid with a stroller?"

"Why would a mermaid have a stroller?"

"I don't know, ask the cloud," I say.

Stiles laughs and I sigh. "This is nice," I say.

"Yeah......yea it is," Stiles says. It almost seems like he's realizing something for the first time. I guess I am too.

I point to a fat cloud. "That one kind of looks like a rose,"

"Pff. Please. It looks like........oh! Mason!"

I burst out laughing. "Mason!?" My laughing dies down slightly.

Mason.........

Mason......

Mason...

I pop up from my laying position. "MASON!" I yell.

Stiles pops up too. "What?"

I turn to Stiles and shake him. "Don't you get it! We never gave Mason a cure!"

"A cure to what?!"

"A cure so he wouldn't die!"

"I'm not following...."

I groan in frustration. "Remember Stiles! Peter bit Mason! Mason didn't show any signs of turning! That's when we found out that his body was rejecting the bite! That's the whole reason we went to Florida! And we figured everything out but we never. Got. The Cure!"

Stiles seems to be understanding now. "....but-"

"-he's still. Oh. Kay! Exactly! So how the hell is he supposed to be okay when he's not okay!?"

Stiles thinks. "So he's not a werewolf, he's not dead, and he's not a banshee......then....."

Stiles and I share a look and that's all we need.

We rush to the hotel in a frenzy, as fast as we can.

I press the button frantically to get to the 3rd floor. We rush out of the elevator and down the hallway to Mason and Brett's room.