mischief ; teen wolf imagines

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it was middle school when you started talking to him through your windows, it was the only time you really saw him. his name was liam, and he lived a few feet away from you, but his parents had him enrolled in a different school. devenford prep, if he hadn't told you, you could figure it out just by the lacrosse gear scattered on the floor of his room.

"don't you guys suck?" you teased, leaning out of your window like he was. he was getting ready for a game, collecting his things into a green athletic bag.

"we don't suck!" he defended. "we... we just need some better players."

"players that don't suck, you mean?"

you kept your window open for him, any time he wanted to talk. sometimes you went days without speaking to each other, too focused on your lives that didn't intertwine unless there was a block party or bake sale down the street. you watched him some days, he would sing to himself and throw things at the walls when he thought nobody was watching.

"oh, my god, what is that?" you squinted your eyes and looked above him, spotting a hornet's nest in one of the crevices of his roof. there were three buzzing around. "holy shit, liam."

"what?" he craned his neck upwards, and his eyes widened. his face lit up with a realization. "hold on, i got something!"

liam disappeared from the small line of sight you had into his room, living an empty chair. you set your head in your hand, watching the hornets slip and in and out of the nest. they would near your window, before reverting to their bubble. you looked back when liam appeared at his window again. he was holding a water gun.

you shook your head. "liam, that's a dumb idea and you know it."

he aimed it at the nest, and then to you. "who said it was for the hornets?"

a blast of water shot out and hit your chest. you jumped back in surprise, dropping to the floor, which was now soaked. the stream stopped, and you hesitantly lifted your head above the window sill to look at him again. another blast hit you in the forehead, his loud snickering following.

"fuck you!" you yelled through your laughter, dragging a hand down your face.

there were days where he kept his blinds closed, without any explanation. it happened a lot, lasting a few days before he would return like it was nothing at all. you did it sometimes, too, and he didn't ask about it.

you walked back to your room with a bowl of cereal in hand, setting it on your desk as you sat dance. you cast a glance to your right, doing a double-take upon seeing liam's window open. he wasn't anywhere in his room as far as you could see, but you smiled and rolled your chair over to the window.

"liam?"

his head popped in, leaning out the window, and your smile fell. he was bruised on his jaw, given a black eye and a bloody lip.

"holy shit, what happened?"

he shrugged half-heartedly, and averted his gaze to the ground, disinterested in the conversation. "i just... got expelled, that's all."

you gasped, leaning towards the window. "no way, where are you going now?"

a smirk ghosted his lips, and he looked back up at you. "beacon hills..."

"beacon hills, like," you pointed to yourself, expression turning to one of excitement, "my beacon hills?"

"yeah. your beacon hills."

that's when things began to change. you saved seats for him on the bus and were quickly introduced to mason, someone who'd been in your classes for years without the realization he was best friends with mason.

you started to see sides of him you hadn't before, you didn't think before about how your friendship was so one-dimensional. you knew about his life at school before, but it was different in person. you found yourself enamored with him, before realizing what you wanted was more than friendship.

it was one day, after school, you'd tossed your backpack on your desk and wandered over to your dresser. it wasn't particularly bad, but enough to send you into your pajamas. liam was off with his group of upperclassmen friends most of the time, leaving you and mason in the dust. that's who he spent afternoons with too. and mornings. and nights. you didn't see much off him as you used to, you started to feel like the two of you were closer when he went to a different school.

you slipped into baggy sweatpants and peeled off your shirt, walking towards your desk to rummage through your bookbag. you glanced once towards the window, not expecting to see someone standing there. you jumped, grabbing your shirt from the floor and covering yourself.

"liam, what the hell?" you breathed, rushing over to the window. you stuck your head out.

"what-- oh, sorry!" he seemed to snap back into reality, mimicking your actions. "it's just-- wow, you're hot. i mean, beautiful! you're beautiful!"

a smirk slithered up to your features, watching him stumble over his words.

"i walked in, i didn't mean to see you, or anything. i promise! you look good! but not, in like--"

you pulled your lips back into your mouth. "you think so?"

liam deflated, his hands dropping to his sides. "yeah, of course, i do. always have."

"so, you want to come over?"