Hi there guys!
it's your unreliable author sunny. NO I'M NOT DEAD
yet.
So I know it's been a hell of awhile since I've even been here.
And I'm sorry for that. (Insert reasonable excuse here) but now that I have grown and changed for the better,
I can finally do things, like actually write shit! So HYSM*and HDWAI* are total flops right now and I don't see them going anywhere story line-wise. So honestly don't keep your hopes up.
BUT I HAVE SOMETHING BETTER FOR YOUR FIX.
This here's a Teen Wolf fanfic!
Enjoy, Sunshine164

This is what The Water gave Me
 Chapter 1: New Arrival

Stiles really needed to work on his cutting skills.
"OW, FUCK!" He looked down at the tomatoes he was dicing, the knife, bloody from where he cut his finger stared back. Mocking his lack of coordination. Sighing he moved over to the sink, regretting 'volunteering' for kitchen duty for the third time in a row. Seriously can Scott get any more unreliable? His grandmother would of made better plans, and she's dead! What if she came back to life? how cool would that be? As he pondered the pros and cons of undead relatives cooking for him, the smell of something burning started to bloom. "Oh, shit!. Shit Shit Shit Shit!" he sputtered. Running to the stove in order to rescue what was left of the tomato sauce. Looking at the pot, the mission was a complete disaster. Now that his dad had passed three years ago, stiles could never make the spaghetti he used to make. What was in the pot didn't even resemble the sauce the Stilinski men were famous for. Great. The only upside to this was that he could exact his revenge on Scott for not being here. I mean, who misses pack dinner? Even Derek's here!
"Hey! what's the hold up?" Lydia stuck her head in the Kitchen. "We've been waiting for like, an hour!"

Stiles slumped his head, "I kindasortofburnedthefood" waiting for the reaction of the self-proclaimed pack chef.

Lydia blinked. "Oh, well then that's too bad. I was looking forward to tasting 'The Stilinski Special Sauce'". She smirked, "You're going to have to tell Derek. And you know what happens when he's hungry".

Stiles knew damn well what happened, and he did not want a repeat of last time. Not when Scott wasn't here to protect him

Fuck that. They were gonna eat spaghetti, one way or another. But he needed to go back into town for more supplies.

"Lydia, get the guys to go on a run, stall them as long as you can. I gotta sneak back into town for more food."

"Weeeeelllllll-"

"I'll make it up to you, please, your dinner is at stake here, my life is at stake here!. Just distract them until I get back"

She smiled, turning to leave the kitchen "Okay, but if you're not back by eight, it's your funeral"

"Okay! Eight! No problemo! Thanks a million, did I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"Stiles-"

" -Because I love you, so much right now, really, you're a lifesaver"

"STILES!"

"Going now" He rushed towards the back door, grabbing his keys on the way.

The Supermarket in Beacon Hills was always the perfect place to meet new people because, who didn't go shopping here? There was always fresh bread and meat on sale and the cashiers were actually nice to you. But the most important factor was: it was the only supermarket in Beacon Hills. Really, only place to meet people with the exception of going up to their door and knocking. And honestly, who did that anymore?

As Stiles was pondering this, distracted, he bumped into someone looking the other way. Both his basket and hers spilled onto the floor, cans rolling all over. wincing, he scrambled to pick up the items. "Sorry, so sorry I-" he looked up.

Time stopped. Stiles heart, for lack of a better word, fluttered.

In front of him stood an angel. A green-eyed, pink lipped, black haired, angel. And those lips were moving. The angel was talking to him.

"-you okay?"

He shook his head "I'm sorry?"

"I said are you okay? I think I lost you there for a second" The girl smiled softly. "You just looked at me and drifted off"

Crap. Okay Stilinski, don't screw this up. "I always do that with everybody" Oh, my god why did I say that?! He waged an internal war with himself. Just play it cool, It's not like you just suddenly lost your shit when you saw herOh my god did she just smile at me?!

"Oh okay, well thank you for picking up my things" she gestured to the cans of food in Stiles hands. "If you'd be so kind..."

"Your...Oh!" he quickly dumped them into her basket. "Sorry. I'll just go and die in that corner over there-"

"Wait." she grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie. "I'm sorta new to this place and I could use a tour guide."

Stiles took a good look at her. Blue shirt proudly proclaiming 'Half Moon Bay CA', ratty jeans, sandals, and a pair of very green eyes. "S-Sure, I'm Stiles, by the way, well... my name isn't Stiles really, my friends call me stiles and my dad because you really don't want to know my real name, cause it's pretty bad. Even my coach once said it was some kind of child abuse and I'm talking to much. yeah way too much I'm gonna shut up now."

The girl didn't say anything throughout his flustered talking. But her smile grew."No, I don't mind. Really, I kind of like it."

Stiles felt his mouth go dry. Holy shit this girl is gonna kill me. "Um, thanks...?"

"Lorelei."

"Lorelei...?" he paused

"Just. Lorelei" her eyes narrowed.

He put his hands up "Don't take it the wrong way, I was just wondering if you had a last name."

Lorelei adjusted the basket on her arm. "I do, but I just don't give it out like that."

"I get that, don't want to get any crazy stalkers or anything" God stiles shut up.

"You could say that." she smiled again. "Hey, why don't we start on that tour you promised me?"

"Great, Okay let me just-" he stopped, "Oh crap, I forgot." he looked back at her. "Sorry, but I kind of have to go make dinner."

"Oh, that's too bad. I was looking forward to your tour" She looked disappointed.

Stiles bit his tongue ''Well...what if you come with me?"

Lorelei's eyes widened, "What?"

"I'm making dinner for my roommate and his...family" stiles explained "If you're willing to put up with my babbling then I think you can handle whatever my friends dish out."

"Stiles...I don't know if I should, we just met..."

"It's okay, I understand." His shoulders slumped. "I rushed you" He picked up his basket. "I'll see you around then." he left towards the checkout counter. By the time he was getting to his car-

"Stiles!"

His head whipped around to see Lorelei catching up to him. Stumbling sightly due to the bags in her hands.

"Yes."

"Huh?" He choked. Still not believing this was happening to him.

"Yes I'll go with you." she panted, winded by the run "I mean, I have nothing to do and you are the first person to even talk to me and I shouldn't just push you away like that, that was so bratty of me and I'm sorry."

HOLY SHIT. This is a dream, yep this is a dream. I'm dreaming because the universe is not this awesome. Nope, gonna wake up now. Any moment now.

"STILES!"

"Wha!?" he jumped, totally not freaking out like a girl.

"Please tell me you're not gonna blank out while driving."

He opened his mouth and apparently his brain decide to work for a change "Not if you want me to"

"Oh God stiles!" she laughed "What is wrong with you?"

After Scott's first full moon, Jackson's scaly problem and Gerard's crazy ass. He thought he could handle just about anything. But She just had to laugh, and he knew he was a goner.

So yeah, what do you guys think? did it suck? is it okay? am I asking too many questions? Will derek murder stiles for coming home late?

these are things I need to know!
 so just click on that there button and tell me shit. cause I need the attention
toodles! Sunshine164