let the grass grow

“Why don’t you start out by telling us what’s the last thing you remember?” She looked between the two of them.Scott and Stiles shared a look, their ability to silently communicate as helpful as ever. There was no way they could truly share the last thing they remembered. Somehow, the fact that they had ended the previous day sitting across from each other with a duffel bag stuffed with blood money sitting between them seemed like the wrong thing to share.”We went to bed. In California.” Scott pretty much echoed Stiles’ words from earlier. “And then we woke up outside, here, in New York.” The waver was back in Scott’s voice.He could tell that Scott also felt helpless in this situation, However much power that the True Alpha held, it seemed useless here. Stiles honestly didn’t think that their lives could get any worse, especially considering how their PSATs went, yet the universe seemed to take that as a challenge.“You guys just teleported here out of nowhere?” The man with the hearing aids asked, raising an eyebrow. “Honestly, not the craziest thing I’ve heard.”

lay my headstonelet the grass grow over me