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In a perfect world, Liam's boyfriend wasn't responsible for the death of like, a dozen people, didn't go to hell, didn't try and make him kill his older-brother-figure, and wasn't Theo Godamn Raeken.
But life sucked. Life sucked and it sucked even more once he realized that he was very madly in love with the guy who caused like, 90% of his problems -okay, that was false, and re-false: even his mother said he was glowing these days, everyone asked him if he had a new skincare routine or if he did more sport or something, and also Theo did not cause 90% of Liam's problem, being a werewolf did-.
Anyways, in that beautiful world, Liam would be a proudly out-of-closet bisexual, Theo would be a reasonable dating choice in everyone's point of view, and they would go happily frolic in the fields without the gnawing fear that Stiles would show up out of nowhere like "hey Liam we need you for somethAHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK".
But life on Earth is a miserable, miserable thing.
So miserable that when Liam had the perfect excuse to hang out with Theo -he told his mom he was going to Mason's and he told Mason that he needed sleep after a tiring day of scanning items at the grocery store as a summer job, and even if Mason was convinced he was hiding something for him, because Mason was an amazing awesome genius wonderful friend, he only said "you'll tell me about it later"- and was busy with said-Theo, they HAD to find a dead body.
Even to him, the situation was ridiculously laughable.
Well.
Not for the corpse, obviously.
"What were you two even doing here?", asked Stilinski.
Liam scowled. He'd been the one insisting they call the cops, and having Stilinski stand in front of them, all dad-pose and dad-disappointment, he was starting to regret it.
"We just found him like that", he said, and gestured towards the spot deputies were surrounding. "Why do you care?"
"You're witnesses", pointed out Stilinski. "You found a dead body at 2 AM, on a road no one goes too, and both of you have a record. So Liam, I don't know if you understand how bad it looks, but I need to know why you were there."
Liam kinda felt like crying or throwing up or stomping his foot like a four years old and shouting "Theo start the car" kinda like how the guy in Kissing Booth shouted "get in the car Elle!" except the guy in The Kissing Booth was a giant who was going to a fancy university, unlike Liam. And also the guy in The Kissing Booth kind of sucked. Theo had slept the entire movie so Liam had to complain about him all by himself.
"Patrolling", said Theo, finally, while Liam reflected on how much he despised the guy in The Kissing Booth. "Liam wanted to bother me and I drove here."
"At 2 AM?"
"I had a nightmare and wanted to be like, reassured", lied Liam.
"Isn't that Lydia's job?", pointed out Stilinski.
He looked around quickly, and took one step closer, lowering his voice.
"Look, I may not have supernatural hearing, but I can recognize a lie. Liam, I contacted your parents, they said you were supposed to be at Mason's. I'm not gonna judge you for anything, I just need-"
"We were making out", blurted out Liam, in a moment of desperation at the words "your parents" and "Mason", and he heard Theo sigh in desesperation.
"Making out?", said Stilinski, making a face like Liam had just told him Theo and him were taste-testing slugs or something just as disgusting.
"Yeah", said Liam, glancing at Theo, who shook his head, visibly exasperated. "After dinner", okay, before that actually, "we needed a quiet spot and we thought-"
"And then you found the corpse?", asked Stilinski.
Liam nodded. Yup, Beacon Hills. Shit happens.
Stilinski let out a long pained breath, his eyes going to Liam and to Theo, and back to Liam and then back to Theo, shaking his head.
"Alright. Theo, do you confirm?"
"Yeah, we were", sighed Theo, looking like he would've rather had his heart ripped out than to have to say this.
Stilinski looked back at his clipboard, tapping his pencil against it, in a very cop-from-an-old-show way.
"Okay, I believe you", he finally decided. "And I won't tell Stiles", he added, noticing Liam's suddenly panicked look. "What you're doing is your business, kid, just..."
He made a vague gesture.
"Take care of yourself."
"We will", assured Theo, already walking back to the truck.
Liam was ready to follow him, when Stilinski's iron grip pulled him back.
"Liam", said Stilinski, lowering his voice. "Can you promise that all you did was making out?"
Liam went very pale.
Sure, they'd been making out. They did that a lot. Either that or watch movies on Liam's shitty lagging phone, or go on dates hoping not to get caught, or talk about random things like the amount of Cheetos you could stuff in a skin-suit the size of a grown-up. Or maybe they hadn't seen each other in a while and things got more heated than a package of sausages -not a good thing to think about, Liam, do NOT think about sausages, do NOT think about sausages- on a pan, and then maybe they did more than making out, but why would the sheriff want to know that-
"Yes sir", said Liam, although with how pale he'd gone, it didn't sound very convincing.
"Alright son", sighed Stilinski, letting go of him to instead give him a hard pat on the shoulder. Liam may've been a werewolf and a lacrosse player, but his panic made his legs almost give in at the impact. "I believe you. Get home safely, and try not to find anymore corpses."
"I will", said Liam. "I mean, I won't. I will get home safe and I won't find anymore corpses-"
"Liam!", called Theo.
"Your boyfriend's calling", said Stilinski, and if Liam had not been so mortified having Stile's father know that he'd been making out with Theo, he would've enjoyed someone calling Theo his boyfriend. "But really, Liam. Theo?"
"He's a great guy", said Liam, defending Theo like any good boyfriend would. Except that Theo kind of -and kind of didn't- frame Stilinski's son for murder, so that excuse probably wouldn't go well. "He, uh, he calms me down."
"That whole... anchor business?"
"Yeah. Kind of."
Stilinski gave a nod that said something like "I don't understand anything about this werewolf business and honestly I don't want to know more" but also "if he hurts you you have my number" -it was kinda impressive how many things he could say with one nod- and gave Liam a light push towards Theo.
"If he's not at work tomorrow morning, I'm taking you to the station!", he shouted towards Theo, just as Liam thought they were finally free and was climbing into the truck.
"Sure", answered Theo, and he started the engine.
And because Theo was actually good at using his super-hearing, he didn't even ask Liam about what they talked about, even if they were standing far away from the truck.
Bastard.