"Things have gotten much crazier since you left Beacon Hills. We need you back, Parker."
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Five months after Parker had left Beacon Hills behind, things had only gotten more complicated. Her friends had all moved on-some more than others-all excep...
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"You're up. Good. We need to talk." I said when Chris woke up the next morning.
"Jesus! What the hell, Parker?" He groaned and sits up with a tired face. "You couldn't have just waited a few hours?"
"Well, I could, but I wanted to talk now."
"Okay, could you at least leave so I can get into normal clothes?" he gestures to the door.
"I'll stay." I answered.
"Suit yourself." He sighed softly, getting out of bed and walking towards his dresser.
"I remember now."
"Remember what?" Chris asked as he pulled on pants, buttoning them, then turned to me.
I got up and grabbed a shirt from his dresser, handing it to him. "Enough to know we should stop this."
He took the shirt from my grasp and pulled it on, looking at me in confusion. "Stop what?"
"You know what." I said. "That's what I came in here to tell you."
"You didn't care what we did a few months ago."
"That because I didn't know I had a boyfriend a few months ago, Chris." I told him. "We're stopping. Right now. My key's on the table."
"..okay. We're still friends though, right?"
"I honestly don't know now. We've been so many different things to each other. I just..I don't know how we can go back to having a strictly platonic relationship after everything."
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I sat between Scott and Lydia as Claudia Stilinski came back into the living room with a box in her hand, handing it to her husband before sitting next to him.
"He was an army engineer." Noah said as he opened the box and took out a photo of his father. "He ended the war, one bridge at a time."
"He went by "Stiles?" I asked.
He nodded. "So what's the discussion with the Wild Hunt?"
"We think that somebody was taken from us." Scott said.
"Any idea who?"
Lydia shrugs. "The Ghost Riders would have erased our memories."
"Well. That's convenient." Noah sighed.
"We found a clue. The word "stiles"." I said.
"And that's why you wanna talk to Elias?" Mrs. Stilinski guessed.