Gone Stiles Stilinski

by punkofpop

gone 1. adjective: no longer present; departed no longer in existence, dead, extinct "They're all just gone and now it's just me and I don't know how I'm supposed to just be okay with that." "You got me."

1. part 1 Reese's

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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="19e473adcb9dffa14f6eac9f254301f1" Being a cop's kid consists of knowing random information and being told "if you know anything, you have to tell me" all the time. Not to mention, you can't really get away with anything because everyone knows you're a cop's kid. Don't get me wrong, there are upsides to having a cop as a dad. Any guy that so much as even hints at anything sexual, all I have to do is say my dad's a cop and they leave me the alone. It's quite nice./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="3ebd02732dc56e763e2e2fc5189a53b8" Wolves only attack if threatened or if they're starving. Mountain lion attacks are also super rare. You're more likely to drown in your bathtub. They avoid people and even when the very rare attack does happen, most people get the lion off easily and don't sustain major injury. Just seems a bit odd is all I'm saying./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="d0ad06a01277db04f91c001539c96f4a" The thing is that that's painfully true. Our dads will think I just went with him to make sure he didn't get into too much trouble. I would talk him out of anything dangerous and illegal. We'd basically just be searching the woods and our dads have the same knowledge of wildlife that I do. They'll know it's safer for us both to be in the woods than just Stiles but they will catch three of us because I know Scott will be included. It's just logical for me to tag along. There's strength in numbers./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="5e4535fb0164739445368092200e0a24" A really weird, almost gurgling noise comes from Stiles and I know it's the sound of him wanting to tell me. "Ahh, okay." He shakes his head and bares his teeth. "There's some stuff going on that I don't know everything about so it's dangerous. It's more than what you think, okay?"/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="839d069faa568919267db0fb08213fc7" I reach in the backseat and grab his bag that has a lacrosse stick attached. We may not be friends and Stiles might just ride the bench, but I never miss a game. Not one. I don't even miss a practice. Okay, I might photograph for the school and the town but I still wouldn't miss the games. I pull out a long, red, waterbottle with a Beacon Hills lacrosse logo on it and waterfall it into my mouth, easing the tension and burning that had come on./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="8153a35dfa354ed6155559ea877d639f" "Um...just allergies...why?" I furrow my eyebrows and look to Stiles wondering about the missing piece of this puzzle./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="078eb87983c45249b53899efefdfb5a9" "Whatever. Puberty made you two weird."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="c2084e449c82b8b07f91c842bea7f129" Just as I finish my sentence, there's a knock on my window which makes the three of us jump and yell. It's Allison, waiting for me to roll down the window. Does she know what's going on? How many people know whatever is so dangerous besides me? The cops can't know. My dad would be watching me like a hawk. No one else at school seems to be acting weird and it's second semester. Everyone seems normal, well, besides Matt. He's a creepy photographer. I mean, he'll photograph the lacrosse games while sitting on the bench and he's not doing it for anyone but himself. Like, he's not not on yearbook or the paper or anything. Photography is a hobby, but Matt puts a different meaning to it. I don't think I've seen the kid without the camera glued to his neck. He's just plain creepy. Does he know what's going on? Is he involved?/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="33cba3be398aeb58a3ecc3130ffc6671" I have nothing against Allison. I probably talk to her the most actually. We have classes together and Scott introduced me to her. If Scott likes her, that's pretty much all I need really. My whole point is that this situation is either dangerous or it's not. If it's dangerous for me, then it should be too dangerous for Allison. Really, Stiles doesn't know me anymore and I might be some mass murderer. He doesn't know for sure./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="77c5a655a05369f2ce0ff31eaa74690c" "Yes, okay? It makes all hypocrites, but I'd rather be a hypocrite than deal with you getting hurt because we let you in the middle of this. So just, we'll tell you when we can." Stiles cuts in barely letting me finish my statement./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="e2cc26a47df35471e9360994183db4f1" His words cut a silence through the jeep. As I said, Stiles doesn't like putting people in danger and for some reason, I'm still on that list. But, I don't really care. If Stiles can put himself in a dangerous situation then so can I. I know now. I know enough to know it's something Stiles and Scott need to get out of. Stiles isn't the only one that can take after his dad./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="83d79a5f93df1087a8c5ec0f80ca588a" There's always been this thing where if we don't want to get in trouble, mostly Stiles, we just call the other person's dad. Sheriff always gave me a lecture and I never did whatever got me into trouble in the first place ever again. Like I was playing with Stiles's lacrosse stick once and broke a window. Stiles sucks, but I might be the worst player ever. I haven't tried since. My dad would have chewed me out for that window but Sheriff just made me do some yard work for him while he paid his neighbor for the window./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="19edc0cdbbf56be18acbc6fd8d891b0c" I look around my house and it's silent. It's usually silent now. I didn't like it at first. As I said, nothing too terrible really happens in Beacon Hills but it didn't change the eeriness of being home alone in the dark. My dad didn't like it either. I mean, he didn't like leaving me home but he didn't really want me at the hospital constantly either. It was a lose lose situation. Him and Sheriff are friends so he wanted me to stay at the Stilinski's at first but I quickly turned that down and put on a brave face. I told my dad I liked Stiles and that got him to drop that idea faster than it came. This is life now though. Silent and white./p
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