Stand by me (stiam fanfic)

Love, Sex, Riot......

Fyi, the title is my jam. It's a song. By the band issues. Look it up. It's amazing. Words of wisdom for today: YEAH FOOTBALL!!!

Liam's P.O.V.

"It's Isaac," Scott explains.

"As much as I wish it was Allison, it's not. It's Isaac,"

It was almost like a giant tension bubble popped in the room and everyone breathed out in relief.

"Oh thank god I was getting a little freaked," Stiles says clutching his stomach.

"Same here," Lydia joins in and sits down, thinking.

"I hate to admit it but I do wish that it was Allison just a tiny bit," Kira says innocently.

She quickly adds, "Just because I've never seen her before! I'm sorry was that mean that sounds mean it was mean I'm sorry Isaac," Kira looks at Ben who's looking up at her frowning.

"It's okay Kira, I think we were all having a little hope too. It's okay," Scott says.

Well, not that this matters, but I felt bad for Isaac. Especially when your unwanted baby.

"Well, why did he stop crying in Scott's hands then?" Stiles says.

"Well, I mean, if it were out of all of us I probably would be the one. He doesn't really talk to you guys that much actually," Scott shrugs it off.

"He doesn't talk to anyone that much," Stiles mutters.

"He talked to Derek," Lydia says.

Scott and Stiles look at her.

"Sorry. Bad timing," She says.

"Okay yes he talked to Derek too. Isaac's been around for awhile but he hasn't really gotten around. And Allison's dead and he was devastated too so he limits the people he talks to so what?" Stiles says.

"I'm not saying I matter I'm just saying that I'm part of it why do you care anyway?"

"I don't care about him, I care about you.........and him!" Stiles points out.

"I'm sorry! Why are we arguing about who the hell Isaac talks to!?" I barge in.

Everyone looks at me and it gets quiet.

They sigh and shake their heads.

"I have no idea," Scott says.

"Well good. Cause while you idiots were arguing, I came up with an idea on how to stop Max from functioning properly,"

"What?" They say simultaneously.

I smile. "If he hurts his arms, he'll be useless in normal things. But. If he hurts his legs he'll be useless in a hell of a lot more than just normal things," I say.

"You're right," Scott says. "His charm and his crime rely a lot on his legs. In a way their more important than any other body part,"

"So how do we break them?" Lydia asks.

I think.

"The ice cream shop is pretty tall, right?" Lydia says.

We look at her and Stiles nods. "Yeah, there's another store on top of it why?" He says.

"Well what if Mr. Ice cream man went to save the day and help a little kid from the top of the building. And what if the kid just happened to.....nudge him off the roof by accident," She says, smiling.