Discalimer: I do not own Life With Derek.

I Wish You Knew

Chapter 3 - Paralyze

"Snap out of it!"

Liam shook his head and he looked at the now half-dressed Sam.

He flashed his million-dollar smile at him. "You okay? Where were you just now?"

Liam chuckled. "Just going through the worst case scenario." He answered.

Sam gave him a confused smile. "What?"

Liam sighed. "Nothing." he replied. This is what he wanted… right?

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "So as I was saying, why don't we try the new showers?" He asked slyly.

Liam sighed. "No Sam… I think we really need to talk." he said sombrely, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! HE'S OFFERING MORE SEX!!! GO FOR IT YOU FOOL!!! His body and mind screamed at him.

The smile disappeared from Sam's face. "Okay. About what?" He asked as he sat down beside him on a bench.

Liam looked down to the floor, and then noticed something. "What am I going to wear?"

Sam chuckled, "What?" he asked confused. Is he really going to start talking about clothes? Sam wondered.

Liam chuckled as he looked at him. "My shirt dumb ass. You ripped it off, remember, and sent the buttons everywhere." He reminded him.

Sam looked around. "Oh… opps." He chuckled.

Liam grinned. "'Opps'? Is that all you can say."

"Well I'm not going to apologize if that's what you're after. I did that for a reason, and I, for one, am very fond of what's exposed." He told him as he took his hand and tugged at Liam's nipple ring.

"It's winter genius. I need a shirt or something warm." Liam chuckled. He suddenly felt a tug on his nipple and swatted his hand away. "Plus I'm pretty sure that the school has a dress code that forbids even the boys from being topless." He looked into Sam's eyes. Sam had a lustful glint to them.

Sam leaned forward, and Liam did the oddest thing. Something that surprised him much more then it surprised Sam.

When Sam's lips touched his, he pulled away from it.

"What's wrong?" He asked, suddenly concerned and worried.

Liam suddenly blushed and looked to the floor. What was wrong? He was never one to pass up a kiss. Is it gone? Was I sated in our act? I don't really crave him much now suddenly. I still want his presence, but… not his kiss. He thought. "I'm not going to lie to you." He began. "That was the best I ever had, and believe me, I've had my fair share of guys."

Sam smiled smugly, and said, "Thank you."

"But this can't happen again." he confessed.

Sam was taken by this comment. In a frantic voice began asking, "What!? Why not?"

Liam placed a hand on the blonde's thigh, "That," he told him, "you have to find out on your own."

Sam shook his head, as if to try and make this all go away. "But… I want you." He confessed.

"In what way."

"I want to have your skin against me. I want to feel your breath ghost across my skin. I want to feel you shudder beneath me when we make love." He told him. "I want all of you." He placed a hand on the younger boy's chest.

Liam looked to the floor, sighing in disappointment. True he knew that he couldn't and wouldn't have a real relationship with the blonde hockey player, but a part of him still wanted to hear him say he wanted him in a relationship sense. A relationship that didn't include a condom.

He inhaled as he brought his hand up to Sam's, and responded to him. "Kinda breaks my heart that the only thing you want out of me is sex." He told him as he lightly grabbed Sam's hand and gently took it off his chest.

Sam shook his head. "No, I mean-

"Look me in the eye and tell me honestly that I'm the person you'd come out of the closet for." He said to him, wishing to hear the truth the same time he didn't.

Sam sat there pensive for a few moments before looking up at him. "You're right… I'm sorry."

Liam grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Meh, it's alright." He said casually. "I'm sure I can survive."

Sam laughed. "So…" he began, "is this going to make it weird between us?"

Liam thought about it for a second. Scrunched up his nose and shook his head, "Not a chance."

The two chuckled and sat in silence, before Sam cleared his throat and spoke. "This may be asking much, but," He paused for a second contemplating whether to ask or not, "can I have one last kiss?"

Liam paused as he thought about it for a second, as the images from his 'worst case scenario' scene played again in his mind. He pushed the scene away as he told himself, it was only a paranoid mental movie. He looked at Sam and smiled. "I guess it couldn't hurt."

Sam grinned as he placed his hand on the back of Liam's neck and pulled him into a kiss. He managed to slip his tongue into Liam's mouth and intensified the kiss, causing Liam to shudder slightly, getting caught up all over again.

But he remained steadfast as he broke the kiss and said, "You crafty devil."

Sam smiled widely. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

Liam looked at the doorway. No one was there. So far so good.

"Would you like that?" Sam said.

Liam turned his attention to Sam who had gotten up off of the bench. "Huh?" he asked dumbly, not noticing that Sam had spoken to him.

"I've got a hoodie in my locker." the blonde told him. "Do you want me to go get it for you to wear for the rest of the day?" he asked.

Liam smiled and without thinking said, "Yeah thanks. That'll be great."

"Alright." He told him as he put on his shirt. He told him he'd be right back and left the room.

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"So there's no still no sign of your ward yet?" Jensen asked Max as they walked down the hall.

Max shook his head, "Nope. I was supposed to meet him first thing in the morning. He was supposed to meet me in the office."

Max was supposed to be meeting a new student and tour the school with him the entire day, but he was nowhere to be found. He never showed. And he didn't even know what this kid looked like, so he was completely blind if he had happened upon this kid in the hall.

Jensen looked at his watch, and then cursed. "Fuck! I was supposed to meet Mr. Abernathy for some one on one this lunch period." He dashed away. "Later man." he called over his shoulder.

Max laughed and yelled back, "See ya." And bumped into Sam coming out of the locker rooms.

Sam chuckled and said sorry before running off.

Max watched him as he left, then turned to the locker rooms. "No one's supposed to be in there." He said to himself. He opened the doors and went in. As he entered he heard someone talking, he snuck closer to the voice, until it became clear. He poked his head over the side of the lockers and saw a young man, likely a year younger then him. He was pretty cute.

He had short, spiky, messed up, chocolate brown hair, powder blue eyes, soft moist lips. His skin was light, with a slight tan to it. His shirt was opened, exposing a slender body, with toned but not heavily built muscles, and he was sporting a ring on his right nipple as well as some pretty impressive love bites. And though he was sitting, Max could tell this boy was shorter then him, the boy was at least 5'7".

"This was my favourite shirt too." the boy said as he picked at the shirt then preceded to fold his arms, and gave a small shiver. "Hope he hurries back, I'm getting a little chilly."

Max looked across the floor to see buttons strewn across the floor. He smiled when he came to the conclusion that was likely right on the money. He left the locker room and ran into Casey and Derek.

"Max!" Casey yelped in surprise as the two ran up too him.

Derek looked into the door and asked, "Did you see Sam in there?"

Max simply said he just left, likely headed to his locker, and the two were gone. He chuckled, as the two seemed to leave dust clouds in their forms. "There are some things I still don't understand about that family." He then sighed, "And will likely never learn."

He looked back at the locker room, and then headed to his locker.

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Sam had just stuffed a hoodie for Liam in his backpack when Casey and Derek suddenly bombarded him.

"SAM!" they yelled in unison.

Sam was taken back by this sudden attack. "Uh hey guys what's up… why are you guys together."

"Not important." Casey said waving his question away. "Have you seen Liam?"

Derek then shot out his question, "Dude, where've you been all morning? You didn't turn up in either morning classes."

The first question he knew how he had to answer and as for the other he had to be very careful to how he answered it. "I've been gone for personal reasons, and I'd rather not talk about it, and I haven't seen Liam all day." He lied, well semi-lied. He was somewhere for personal reasons. "Listen I need too-"

He was interrupted as the bell rang loud that told the students to get their asses to their next class.

"Listen, Sam we need to talk."

"No time sis, He needs to get to class." Derek interjected, not wanting his sister to get her chance with him. She gave him a dark glare as he left with Sam in tow. "He's gotta get to class."

She fumed, she was pissed. "DEREK!"

Sam looked behind him past Casey, to the halls that lead to the locker room. Sorry Liam. I'll try to get it to you later.

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Liam, sat in the middle of the locker row, shivering. And cursing Sam at the moment. Where is he with that fucking hoodie! He wondered. He was tempted to just leave, but thought against it. Getting sent to the principal's office would not be a great thing to do on your first day. This thought caused Liam to chuckle. "Great fucking first day."

He stopped shivering for a moment when he heard the entrance doors, open and shut. He got up and went over to the doors. On the floor was a hoodie. "Thank you Sammy." He said as he put the hoodie on and left the room heading to his last class of the day seeing as he sat there for an entirety of the day.

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"Mr. Padalecki is very kind. I am so happy he didn't give me an absent or a late when I arrived in last class uber late." Liam told Casey while taking off their coats.

Casey smiled. "He is one of the nicer ones. And besides it's your first day." She told him as they headed into the kitchen. "They kinda have to go easy on ya. At least until your settled in."

The phone rang, Liam was closest to it. He looked at the call display and answered it quick. It was a robotic voice informing the recipient of the call that a student in the house named Liam Venturi was absent period one, two, and, four. Liam faked an entire conversation, saying that it was his friend from Toronto calling. He said good-bye and hung up.

Casey passed by Liam and then stopped on her way to the fridge. She turned around and looked at the petit brunette. "Huh," she began. "My ex has the exact same hoodie."

Liam looked down and cursed to himself. The first thing he should have done was changed. He looked at Casey trying to hide the fear. Her eyes became wide with realization and her jaw dropped.

And the first thing that crossed Liam's mind was Oh shit.

A/N/- Okay for anyone who's pissed he didn't get caught and just dreamnt that, deal with it lol jk , it may or may not come back to haunt him, and was i blantently obviouse as too what may happen in the next chapter? What are your thoughts. Also, i also dropped in a few Supernatural tidbits in there, can anyone guess what they are?