Ello. I feel like blugh right now so I'm not gonna write much 4 author's note. Enjoy!....or whatever. *sigh*

Liam's P.O.V.

There's a knock on the door and I open it to see Stiles.

"Knock knock. Roommate approaching!" He says cheerfully.

He walks in and I shut the door behind him, a big frown on my face.

"Why so glum chum?" He asks, plopping onto the bed.

I sigh. "No reason. I guess I really don't know why,"

He smiles. "Well then, dinner's in 10 so best be ready,"

I smile back as he goes to get his stuff settled.

He kicks off his shoes and jumps onto the bed. "Ugh! I'm so tired," He yawns.

"Well too bad cause we still need to eat din-"

He grabs my arm and yanks me down onto the bed with him.

The shock takes over and I'm practically frozen as I'm yanked down voluntarily.

I land half on top of him half not and my cheeks flush of color.

He looks at me with his big, brown, adorable eyes and smiles slightly. "Please?"

"Well I mean I'm not really that hungry," I say with a shiver.

He gets himself comfortable on his bed, closing his eyes.

"Good," He practically breathed it out.

"Okay," I nod. I get off of his bed, kick off my shoes, and climb into mine.

I smile.

Eating is overrated anyway.

A few 'who the hell knows how many hours' later, I woke up looking into pure daylight.

I go into the bathroom and get ready. I put a towel around my waist once I'm done then think.

If Stiles is awake, that would be bad. So I put on the bottom half of my clothing and walk out.

I walk over to my bed and search for my shirt. I crawl onto the bed and look over the edge closest to the wall.

God, where the hell is my shirt? I swear to God if Stiles wakes up-

I hear a ruffling coming from Stiles' bed and shock takes over....again. My hand slips off the side of the bed and I fall to the ground, hitting my head in the process.

"Ow!" I whine.

"Need help?" I scream as I hear the sudden outbreak of noise.

Stiles apparently woke up and heard my whining. He was on my bed looking at me from above.

"Morning handsome," He smiles and my cheeks flush. He reaches a hand out and I take it, pulling myself up.

Or trying before Stiles' wimpy arms gave out and he fell.

On top. Of me.

His nose is touching mine as he breathes heavily and so do I.....

In the same rhythm.

As one.

I can't do this.

"Sorry," I mutter.

I try to get up but Stiles doesn't budge. So I just lay there, frozen. As Stiles just stares at me.

I feel his hands move lower, lower, lower until....

He pushes himself up off of me ad helps me up. I get up using my own strength this time.

"Sorry but your abs are really warm, did you know that? It's like a mini heater," He says matter of factly.

I blush profoundly.

After awhile we head downstairs. We get to go off by ourselves and I'm pumped.

"Hey Scotty. Were shall we go today?" I walk away from Stiles so he can have his little chat with Scott.

"What'd I miss?" Mason asks.

I turn to him, Marcus, and Brett who're all looking at me funny.

"What? Nothing. What?" I say searching for an answer.

"Your cheeks are pink moron. And you missed dinner last night. I swear to God if you-"

"I get it I get it Marcus you don't root for me. You've made it very clear. And if you're wondering, no I did not have sex with Stiles so just hush about it please?" I say.

Brett puts his arm around me and sighs. "You poor, delusional child," He walks me outside and I groan.

Today, might not be so bad after all.

Mason's P.O.V.

I don't know why but I can't get yesterday night out of my head.

I put my pillow down onto my bed and sigh.

"You done yet?" Brett asks me.

I groan and turn to look at him. "I'm not having sex with you, I'm not kissing you, I'm not touching you in any way,"

He gets off of the bed and walks toward me.

"Oh? You sure about that?"

I cross my arms and roll my eyes at him, turning back around.

I feel two arms wrap around my waist and I groan. "Brett would you go away?"

He grips tighter and puts his head next to mine, whispering in my ear.

"Only if you say please," He says.

A shiver runs down my back as I feel his lips on my neck.

"Pl-"

"Sssshhh," He shushes me and moves his hand down my waist.

That's when I push him away. I turn and look at him, smiling sweetly.

"Please and thank you,"

Brett growls.

Total satisfaction.

I shiver at the memory. I can still feel his hands on me.

Is that weird? God why wasn't I born straight?

Liam's P.O.V.

I. Love. Shopping. In. Florida.

They have the coolest stuff!

I tried on like 20 different hats! And only bought two.

Is this how girls feel?

"Liam?"

I turn around and see Stiles hiding something behind his back and smiling at me.

"Oh. Hey Stiles. Where's Scott?"

"Oh. He and Kira went to the beach....ya know. Leave old Stiles behind he'll be fine. I'm not all that fine," He slouches.

"Well you can hang out with us if you want?"

"Thanks but it's okay,"

I chuckle. "Shut up and come with me," I grab his arm and drag him toward the group.

"Ooooooo," Mason and Brett say, mocking me.

I glare at them as Stiles waves. "Hey guys,"

Marcus walks over to Stiles and puts an arm around him. "Heeyyyy Stiles. Why don't we go see a movie....alone?"

Brett sighs and grabs Marcus' arm, dragging him out and Mason follows, giving me the thumbs up.

"Or.....I guess it's just us," I smile shyly.

"Well, I guess I like it better that way," He winks and I blush.

We head down to the ice cream parlor.

"Um.....can I have.....cookies and cream and gummy bears too?" The guy nods and gets Stiles' ice cream.

Stiles has been ordering his ice cream for a two whole minutes and I roll my eyes. He's such a fat ass.

"Hmmm....okay that's good," Stiles says.

The guy's about my age it looks like and he smirks at Stiles. "You sure this time.....sir?" I snicker at the guy's comment and he smiles at me.

Stiles narrows his eyes at the guy and mutters, "Yes," He snatches the ice cream from the guy and pays.

Stiles stands aside as I order. Luckily, there's no one else in the store.

"Um.....can I have cookies and cream ice cream with caramel on it please?"

The guy looks at me weird. "Sorry it's just that, no one's said 'please' since I started working here. Other people usually just put me through hell then leave," He chuckles.

He has an awkward smile. Sort of sideways. I smile back.

"Well I'm not like other people I guess you could say," I wink and pay for the ice cream.

He takes his time taking the money as his dark, mysterious eyes stare at me intensely.

I walk away with my ice cream when the guy stops me again.

"Where'd you get that necklace?"

I look down at my necklace as it begins to glow and I cover it. "M-my friend gave it to me,"

"Liam....let's go," Stiles tries to pull on my sleeve but I jerk away.

"Why does it matter?"

For a long time there's silence. The guy doesn't say anything....just stares at me. Like I'm useful.

Then finally, he smiles and puts on his bright, happy face again.

"No reason! I just really like the color on it. Your friend has amazing taste. The name's Max by the way," He smiles that lopsided grin again.

I smile back.

We walk out of the store and I can't stop smiling.

How could I think he was harmful?

Please....

He's harmless.

So.....I feel like shit. Yep. Yes I do. And fyi I'm updating so much cause we just got on break and I feel pretty upadatish so why nah? Okay....bye my love making machines :*