Chapter 14

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I sat on the hood of the Jeep with Scott as we looked at the night sky while Stiles looked at a map, trying to plan out where the three of us were going to live after we all went off our dream collages.

    "All right, so I found some cool two bedrooms in the Mission District—"

    "Wait. Parker's still living with us, right?" Scott asked as we looked at him.

    "Well, yeah. But we can just share." Stiles said with a smile at me. "It's not like we haven't been doing that for the past six months."

    Scott pretended to gag as he looked between us, but I could tell he was smiling. "You two make me want to throw up sometimes."

    "Not on my boots!" I pulled my boot-covered feet away from him. "Lydia got me these!"

    Stiles smiled, and continued. "As I was saying before Scott so rudely interrupted me. I found a few cool places, but they're pretty expensive. A couple in Haight and Ashbury, also expensive..."

    "What about Berkeley? Don't a lot of students live around there?" Scott asked.

    "Yeah, yeah, we could try Knob Hill. But, the Jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches." Stiles answered.

    "You're bringing the Jeep?" he asked.

   "You know the plan, okay? No one gets left behind. That's the plan. Lydia's not gonna have a problem getting into Stanford. Kira's thinking USF. Parker's planning on going to UC Davis as well so you don't wolf out on accident. Malia's, uh, gonna, you know, she'll figure something out, okay. The plan's perfect."

    "Or we could also wait until we actually get into college and then figure out where to live." Scott suggested.

    "I have a vision, dude. Okay? And it is a beautiful vision. Don't ruin the vision. Okay, we can check out the East Bay. Haven't looked at Oakland yet, you know. You're all right? You're starting to feel it?"

     Scott sighed. "No. Just thinking."

    "About what?" I asked.

    "Senior year." he answered me. "Can you believe Stiles and I have known you for almost four years?"

    "It's crazy, man." I agreed.

    Stiles nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But, seriously. Senior year, come on, that's, that's...that's nothing. That's going to be easy."

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