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Liam.

"So remind me again why you too aren't talking?" Mason asked me.

It has been nearly three weeks now, and still no word from Brett.

"He thought we were.. talking. You and me," I answered.

"What? We weren't even texting in the past few days," he said.

I nodded.

"That's what I told him, he doesn't want to listen."

"So what are you going to do now?" Mason asked as he tapped his show against the carpet floor of my room.

"I think I'm going to go talk to Scott and Derek about the Chimeras," I answered.

He nodded.

"Like, right now?"

"I think I'm gonna go soon. Do you want a ride home?" I asked. He shrugged, but then nodded.

"Can I play music?" He asked.

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole," I said. Mason laughed and rolled his eyes.

I turned on the radio and I followed the long road that lead to his house.

Once we got there, Mason grabbed his bag from the back seat.

"See ya later Liam. Don't get too beat up about this, he'll come around soon," Mason said. I nodded, knowing it was true, but it didn't really matter to me. Yes, I did want him to come around but if Brett didn't trust me, then I shouldn't care about him being in my life, as my boyfriend.

Maybe things just weren't meant to be. I know it sounds cheesy but if he wanted to stay with me, he would understand Mason was just a friend, but he didn't. He accused me and I don't know if I even want him anymore.

Yeah, I missed him. I did. But I can't have him holding me back. I can't be held back this summer, moping around because he chose to leave me.

I started the car and headed to Derek's loft.

When I pulled up I saw Scott's motorcycle and Lydia's car, so hopefully they would all be there.

When I walked in, I opened up the sliding door and saw all of them standing around a table.

There was Scott, Derek, Kira, Lydia, Stiles, Malia, and.. Brett?

"Liam, uh, we.. We didn't think you'd be coming anytime soon," Scott said, stuttering.

"Yeah, sorry," I said, turning to open the doors back up and leave.

"I was just about to leave. Uh- thanks guys. Bye," he said and walked up the few stairs and glanced at me before he slid open the part of the door I didn't get to.

[LISTEN TO GEORGIA BY VANCE JOY RIGHT NOW I KID YOU NOT IT WILL ALL BE SO NICE AND PERFECT JUST GO]

"Liam, could I talk to you for a second?" Brett asked right before I turned to walk down the stairs and join the group.

"Uh- yeah," I turned back around and followed him out the doors and outside.

Once we got some room from the building, he looked from his shoes to my eyes.

"I messed up. I talked to Mason and he helped me realize I was being ridiculous. You are the most loyal person I know, and I should've trusted you when you said it was nothing. You're just too good to be true, Liam. That's what it is. And I trust you 100 percent, and I should never have had my doubts about you, because I know you'd never do anything like that. I'm just really sorry. I am," he rambled.

I looked up from my thumbs that I was twirling around each other.

"I know. I know you're sorry. But I didn't give you a single reason to think any less of me than always loyal. I did nothing, Brett, and you thought I was doing something. I would never. And I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry that I can't bring it to my heart to forgive you. Not now at least," I said.

His eyes looked dead again. It was saddening.

"Liam, please," he said.

"Why were you even here, Brett?" I asked.

"I didn't want to go another day without seeing you. I regret everything way too much. I needed to get you back, and I didn't know who else to go to. Mason wasn't much help, he's never been in a situation like this. I- I went to Scott. They all helped me. They told me it would be best to just get over it, knowing how stubborn you are. But I couldn't, and I won't. I don't ever want to be without you. But I don't ever want you unhappy, either. So if you don't want me around, I'll leave. I just want to make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted, Liam."

"I just need time, Brett," I answered. He nodded, and looked away before roughly wiping at his right eye.

"I'm really sorry, Liam," he said again.

"I know," I said, "it's not you're fault. I wish I could move on from this. I wish we could move on from this."

He nodded.

"Me too."

I turned around and walked towards the sliding door.

Before, I turned to face him.

"We'll get through this, Brett. We're gonna be okay, I promise. I just need time. Just need time," I said. He bit his lip, I'm assuming to stop it from quivering. He nodded slightly, and I turned around before I could see any more.

Things will turn around.

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