I just glare at him thinking of a responsible 'Stiles' response to that when my phone rings.
"Hold that Whittemore." I say while getting up to walk onto the balcony.
I look down to see DAD pop up
I answer it.
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Hey dad, what's up?
I need you to come home right now Stiles.
Dad, I can't. I am at a pack meeting.
Son, this can't wait. I need to tell you something.
Fine, but don't get angry if I turn up with a black eye or something.
See you soon son.
Yep be there in 10
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I sigh as I hang up.
I walk back inside and put my hand on Scott's shoulder.
"My Dad wants me back, not sure why, but he sounded serious," I say.
"Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow," Scott says standing up giving me a bro hug.
"Yep will do. Bye." I say waving to everyone.
Everyone acknowledges my departure.
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I arrive back at my home and walk inside.
"Dad, I'm home," I say as I put my jacket on the rack.
I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Son, I think you need to sit down for this," Dad says as he enters the living room.
I take a seat on the couch, Dad sitting opposite me on the coffee table.
"Stiles, I've been offered a contract in Australia." He says, holding his breath at the end, I assume for my response.
I just sit there processing the thought of us moving all the way to Australia. Leaving my friends and Scott, my brother.
"Australia? That's a long way away." I eventually say.
Dad breathes out loudly. Running his hands over his face.
"I know Stiles, but it's got amazing pay. Almost double what I am earning here, plus it's only for 18 months. I don't ask a lot of you Stiles, but this job would mean that we wouldn't have to worry about any debt." He says, looking me in the eyes. I haven't seen my Dad look so desperate in a while.
"A lot can change in 18 months dad, plus it's not my decision," I say giving him a small smile.
He stands up and gives me a hug. I hug back.
"Thanks, Stiles, I wouldn't ask you unless it was really important." He says. I just nod my head, which is still on his shoulder.
I pull away and look my father in the eyes.
"When do we leave?" I ask.
"Well, I applied about a month ago and got the phone call today. They want me there by next week, starting Monday. So we have to leave Friday." He says.
"FRIDAY! BUT IT'S WEDNESDAY TODAY." I shout.
"And there is the shouting I expected." Dad mumbles.
"Are you serious? Could they have not given us more notice?" I mutter to myself while pacing around the room. I feel a hand on my shoulder stopping me from my pacing.
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18 Months
Fanfiction"Friendship isn't about who you've known the longest. It's about who came and never left your side." ------------------------------------------------ Just as things in Beacon Hills start to work out, Stiles's father has been given a job in Australia...
Chapter 1 : Jerks, Tears, and a Contract
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