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Dave was stuck. He seemed to have seen a Basilisk. Completely petrified. He wanted to believe he was dreaming. That he was trapped in a nightmare.
But he was not.
In front of him was his father, who held an indecipherable expression, his arms crossed at chest level, and stared at him with those amber-colored eyes that he silently longed to have inherited from him.
"How is it?" - Dave asked in a tight voice.
That's right. You're living with your Uncle Scott in Beacon Hills.
"But, father! This is crazy !!! NOW? We are in the middle of the semester pussy! And why now? You never let me visit Uncle Scott on vacation or holidays." - He tried to counter the boy.
"I have my reasons, boy, and I have to remind you who the father is here?" - Stiles replied quietly, but his eyes were clouded.
Dave found it better to hold back and take a few deep breaths.
"Dad, it's not fair! I finally managed to become a featured player on the school's Lacrosse team and also have Rebecca and my 16th birthday is already coming ..." - was clearly annoyed and irritated.
Stiles continued in the same way, calm and composed. Something that was simply incomprehensible to Dave since he did not believe that people could always be '' zens ''.
"One day you'll understand, son." - Stiles reached up to affectionately squeeze his son's shoulder. "You'll be able to stand out, I know that. You're the best at what you like. Your mother would be very proud."
And he smiled. Shy.
Dave found himself petrified a second time. He had never seen such a smile. And he never heard his father make any comment about his mother.
"So ... Beacon Hills."