Hahaha, I wrote a song for this chapter and then realized....this is some sh*t right here....Well! Enjoy this chappie. Words of wisdom for today: I. hate. going to. the fucking. Doctor.

Liam's P.O.V.

"What is it? Is it my hair. My face. My eyes. My anger. My personality. What is it?!" I pop up from my laying down position to stare at Malia and Lydia who are looking at me with comfort.

"Oh hon. It's not you. He's just a little confused is all," Lydia says to me comfortably.

"But, but why aren't you mad Malia? I mean he left you for.....Derek,"

She rolls her eyes. "Because he left to be with someone he loves," I growl in response.

Lydia rolls her eyes. "Don't take it personal Liam. He's just undecided," I look at her with a crazed look in my eye.

"Undecided people would actually be undecided. Undecided people wouldn't have left me. And undecided people wouldn't have chosen Derek!" There was a very big silence in the room until Malia spoke up.

"Then he is undecided,"

I turn to her. "What?"

She shrugs. "Well he hasn't made a decision yet because.....Well he told me. And he technology didn't leave you because you were never together. And he didn't choose Derek. Derek chose him,"

Lydia turns to her. "And how do you know this?"

Malia shrugs. "I get around,"

I grab my jacket and shoes. "Come on,"

Malia and Lydia stand up. "Where are we going?" they say it in unison.

I turn to them. "To Derek's loft,"

A few minutes later we were standing out in the pouring rain outside Derek's door. "Here goes nothing," I say.

"This is a horrible plan,"

"I agree with Lydia,"

"Well it's my plan so hush," I slide the door open to reveal....Oh my God I think I might throw up. Derek....and.....Stiles...... Oh my God they're making out right in front of me. This is sickening. I.....Oh I feel dizzy. Their looking at me. Shit their staring. I think they might be calling my name. Oh I feel so sick. I.....I think I might.....pass.......out.

I AM REALLY HATING THE COLOR BLACK! I'M SO SERIOUS!! I'm like 99.9% sure I passed out. Mostly cause I'm laying on the floor in the middle of Derek's loft and their are three heads looking down at me. I think their calling my name but it all looks like a dream. It's louder now. I see clearer. Oh. It's Stiles, Malia, and Lydia.

I groan.

"He's awake,"

"No shit,"

"What's your problem?"

"My problem Malia is that he passed out because I was kissing Derek.....which literally makes me worry about his health,"

"Eh....I'm sure he's fine,"

"I'm fine," they turn to me to see I heard their conversation.

"Oh thank God you're awake," Stiles says. He hugs me. Okay the reassurance I can understand but the hug threw me off majorly.

"Umm....thanks," I say back awkwardly.

He let's go of me and Malia helps me stand up. My blush must be madly visible since I just passed out at the sight of Stiles making out with Derek. Why is it my life that's so complicated? I finally see Derek in the corner watching the whole scene with a smug smile.

I growl his way. "Well.....we should probably get going," I turn toward the door but Stiles stops me.

"Wait. Did you need something?"

"No,"

"Then why are you here?"

"Yeah why are we here?"

"Thanks a lot Lydia,"

"Liam......."

"Fine I'm here to visit and say hi so hi and good-"

Right when I opened the door a wave of water flowed in and I shut it back quickly.

"Holy...." I looked out the window to see the rain building up outside the building. Everyone else walked up to the window and saw the scene.

"Shit," Derek said. I groaned and walked away from the window. This was gonna be the worst day of my life.

After a few hours I was so close to throwing myself out the window. I can not be in a room with Stiles sitting on Derek's lap making out it's poison.

It's sickening. So. very. sickening. Once I saw a piece of tongue and threw up in the bathroom. Literally. Malia and Lydia kept me sane.

Well......really just Malia since Lydia kept talking about how "extremely adorable" they were.

So yea Malia kept me busy. Well....her and playing white tiles on my phone which soon died on me.

And then Malia had to pee then fell asleep. And Lydia's just staring at the "oh so cute" couple smiling and making me want to throw up again. And of course Stiles and Derek were kissing.

I saw another tongue.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I pop up. "No no no no no no no! I'm sorry okay! I am sorry but I can't deal with this it's disgusting," I grab my jacket and head for the door.

"What? Are you jealous?" Derek's voice comes to my hearing behind me. I freeze in front of the door and I growl. My canines come out and my eyes glow.

"I'm. Not. Jealous,"

With that I slide open the door and a wave of water pours in but I shut the door quickly so it doesn't spill inside. Once I'm outside I see it's still raining and the water is up to my mid stomach.

But I struggle to walk through the water and through the streets.

I suddenly hear a splashing sound behind me and turned around to see Stiles walking through the water toward me. I whine. He looks so hot when he's wet. Once he gets close enough he speaks.

"What are you trying to kill yourself!?" He yells at me.

"No! I just wanted to get away,"

"Away from what!?"

"From you! Your relationship! I can't deal with this shit anymore!"

"Why can't you just except the fact that I'm with Derek!?"

"Because I know you don't love him!"

"You don't know anything!"

"Yes! Believe it or not Stiles I do. I know he doesn't make you happy the way I do," I inch closer toward.

"You. Don't. Know. Me,"

His words stung me deep like a million jelly fish floating around in these waters I stand in. But I refuse to let him go.

"Yes I do,"

And with that I lurched forward, tackling his lips with mine. He didn't respond. He seemed frozen almost. But I didn't care. Nothing mattered to me except for Stiles. The rain beated down on us in a steady rhythm. The same rhythm of my heart beat. The water droplets almost seemed to fall in slow motion as I felt the small prickles fall on our connected lips bringing me nothing but warmth. His lips tasted like strawberries and sugar. And I was loving it.

But it made it so much better.....when I felt him kiss me back.

Then I never stopped. And neither did he. Until he did. He pushed me away and my cheeks were already flushed. But he seemed embarrassed. He turned away and said the three words that broke my heart.

"Go home Liam," and then he walked back to the loft. I turned away and walked back to my house.

But as much as his rejection hurt the only thing I was thinking was......

"He kissed me back,"

yay their FIRST kiss yeah let's be happy and KISS EVERYONE U SEE YEA KISS THAT OLD MAN YEA KISS THAT WEIRD LADY YEA KISS THAT BABY YEA KISS THAT MIDDLE AGED GUY wait wait never mind don't kiss him he looks like a rapist. Okay peace my kissy faces :*