I was such a clutz.

I dropped a plate and it shattered and I slipped. So I was in the hospital.

Liam got here first, being the closest, and we talked until Stiles got there. He raced in, but froze in the doorway. Liam had just cracked a joke so we were mid laugh. My smile grew. "Stiles!" I said, my eyes lighting up. He didn't seem so happy.

"Hey I have to go," Liam told me. "But I'll come by later." I nodded and he slipped past Stiles, who seemed to want to hit him.

He sat in Liam's seat and looked up at me. "Having fun with Liam?" He asked.

My eyebrows raised. "Uh, sure," I said, shrugging. "But I'm happier now that you're here." I smiled again and grabbed his hand. He pulled it away and I felt dejected. I looked away.

"Do you like Liam?" Stiles asked quietly.

I scoffed. "Jealous much?" I asked, rolling my eyes so that I was looking at him again.

"I'm not jealous," he snapped,

"Defensive," I noted. "Very jealous."

He glared. "I'm not-"

I kissed him. "Shut up. I love you, you dork. YOU. Not Liam. Not anyone else. You."

He blushed. "Oh. Okay."

I chuckled. "Now tell me a joke. A dorky, cheesy joke that you always think of to cheer me up."

He smiled. "Something I'm good at," he noted.

"Very good," I agreed.

And so we spent the rest of the day just talking, hand in hand, and laughing.