❝but friends don't look at each
other the way we do...❞
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Clementine Jones discovers
a lifelong partner in crime amidst a
world of chaos...
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𝑻 𝑬 𝑬 𝑵 𝑾 𝑶 𝑳 𝑭 . . .
fem!oc x stiles stili...
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CHAPTER THREE, secrets
Clementine sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall opposite her. The comforting familiarity of her room felt strangely alien after the chaos of the past few days. The soft light filtering through the curtains barely illuminated the corners, creating shadows that danced like phantoms in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of the police station surged forward—loud noises, the panic in Stiles's eyes. But the most disturbing part was the void where her memory should have been, a black hole that left her feeling disoriented and vulnerable.
"Clem! You home?" Ellie's cheerful voice broke through the oppressive silence, pulling Clementine from her spiraling thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm in here," she called, forcing a smile as her sister appeared in the doorway, a whirlwind of energy and light. Ellie bounced into the room, her backpack slung over one shoulder and her hair in a messy bun, the picture of youthful exuberance.
"How was the hospital?" Ellie asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Did they let you have any Jell-O? I hear hospital Jell-O is like, gourmet or something."
Clementine chuckled despite herself. "I didn't get any. Just a lot of tests and questions."
"Boring!" Ellie plopped down next to her on the bed, the springs creaking beneath their weight. "You should've seen me in gym class today! We did this crazy obstacle course, and I totally crushed it. There was this one part where I had to climb a rope, and I was like a monkey!" She swung her arms in exaggerated motions, and Clementine couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm sure you looked graceful," Clementine replied, rolling her eyes playfully. "Like a monkey with no coordination."
"Hey! I'm an athlete in the making!" Ellie protested, poking Clementine in the side. "And you, my dear sister, are supposed to be cheering for me, not mocking my amazing skills!"
Clementine felt warmth spread in her chest at the familiar banter, a welcome distraction from the weight of her thoughts. "Alright, alright, I'm your biggest fan. Go, Ellie, go!"
"Yay!" Ellie cheered, bouncing on the bed before settling down again, her expression shifting to something more serious. "But really, Clem, are you okay? Like, not just 'I'm fine' fine, but actually fine? You've been through a lot."
Clementine sighed, the smile fading from her lips. "I don't know, Ellie. It feels weird. I mean, I don't remember anything after I hit my head. I'm scared I'll just keep forgetting. What if it's something really important?"
"Clem, you're strong. You've always been. Remember when you taught me how to ride my bike without training wheels? You told me to just keep pedaling no matter how wobbly I felt. You can handle this," Ellie encouraged, her eyes full of faith.
