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Stiles was still here, yep. Deal with it, Derek and Mike. At least he had moved on from Real Housewives marathons to cartoons. He'd have to get up from the couch to go to class tomorrow so it's not like he'd be there forever. It would only feel like he'd been there forever. He dealt with his trauma in special ways.
He had been stupid to think the trauma was over. He had forgotten one thing and was only reminded of it when his phone started to ring and the name DAD flashed across the screen. Keeping an eye on Derek and bad reality TV marathons had taken up all his focus since Sunday and he completely forgot to call his dad to let him know he was okay.
Deciding it would just be stupid to delay the inevitable, Stiles picked up his phone and tried to sound like he didn't already know he was in deep trouble. "Hi, Dad."
"Hi, Dad?" the Sheriff repeated. "You haven't called me in over week, not even a text to tell me you're still alive, and you're answering with a 'Hi, Dad?"
"I...guess I am?"
"Stiles! Do you have any idea how worried I've been? I was this close to going out there myself--the only thing stopping me was the fact that we're out of deputies to cover the station." Hey thanks, Jackson! "I called Scott to see if he had any clue where you were and do you know what he said to me?"
"No, Dad, I really don't."
"He told me that I should call Derek Hale," the Sheriff said. "Why would Derek Hale, a man you yourself have accused of murder twice, know where you are?"
Oh crap. "Uhhh I couldn't hear that last part about Derek, Dad, I'm going through a tunnel. I'mfineokayIloveyoubye."
Stiles hung up and quickly turned off his phone. "Goddammit, Scott!"
[I was gonna handwave this but I was convinced otherwise. Post is open to the people who actually live there, visitors, etc]
He had been stupid to think the trauma was over. He had forgotten one thing and was only reminded of it when his phone started to ring and the name DAD flashed across the screen. Keeping an eye on Derek and bad reality TV marathons had taken up all his focus since Sunday and he completely forgot to call his dad to let him know he was okay.
Deciding it would just be stupid to delay the inevitable, Stiles picked up his phone and tried to sound like he didn't already know he was in deep trouble. "Hi, Dad."
"Hi, Dad?" the Sheriff repeated. "You haven't called me in over week, not even a text to tell me you're still alive, and you're answering with a 'Hi, Dad?"
"I...guess I am?"
"Stiles! Do you have any idea how worried I've been? I was this close to going out there myself--the only thing stopping me was the fact that we're out of deputies to cover the station." Hey thanks, Jackson! "I called Scott to see if he had any clue where you were and do you know what he said to me?"
"No, Dad, I really don't."
"He told me that I should call Derek Hale," the Sheriff said. "Why would Derek Hale, a man you yourself have accused of murder twice, know where you are?"
Oh crap. "Uhhh I couldn't hear that last part about Derek, Dad, I'm going through a tunnel. I'mfineokayIloveyoubye."
Stiles hung up and quickly turned off his phone. "Goddammit, Scott!"
[I was gonna handwave this but I was convinced otherwise. Post is open to the people who actually live there, visitors, etc]
