You upset Liam earlier today. You made a stupid comment you shouldn’t have made, and you hurt Liam. It hurt even more because you were supposed to be his best friend. You were the person he’d opened up to and laid his thoughts out for. You were the person he trusted, and you took that trust and made a joke of it, even if you didn’t mean for the comment to hurt him.

Liam had left the cafeteria without saying a word after the words had left your lips. You could see the hurt clear as day in his eyes as he walked out. You could see it in his shoulders, almost folding into his chest. He didn’t come to the parking lot after school for a ride home, either. That told you how much what you’d said had actually hurt him; Liam loved not having to walk home almost more than lacrosse.

You knew a simple ‘sorry’ wasn’t enough. You knew it wasn’t enough to balm the stinging wound, knew it wasn’t enough to show him you truly meant you were sorry. So after a phone call with Scott, you brought all the stuff you’d gotten earlier and set it all up by the lookout spot over Beacon Hills. Then you wait.

After quite a bit of convincing, Scott managed to convince Liam to go with him, though he hadn’t said where. Opening the car door for him, Liam looks at the plateau, his heart warming slightly at the sight of the fuzzy blankets strewn out over the gravel and the candles spread messily across the leaves on the ground, warming the late night atmosphere with their soft glow.

Once he steps onto the rooftop, he hears the gentle melody of a Cigarettes After Sex song. One of his favourite bands… And a bag of takeout food. Liam’s deep hazel eyes looked even more beautiful with the candlelight reflecting in the soft orbs.