So this is basically what I think Teen Wolf would be like if it were a reality tv show. It consist of mostly the original cast but I might introduce the newer characters later... (maybe)

But anyway just a heads up, the break lines indicate a change in interviews and goes back and forth between each character's interview. When I get into the reality part of the story I'll try to figure out a way to differentiate between the two. Don't know how yet, but I'll figure it out one day lol..

Enjoy!

Pilot- Meeting the cast

"Okay, start off with your name," The producer hummed, his voice carrying into the shot as Stiles sat in front of the background, a white drape hanging in the background.

"Uhm, I'm Stiles-"

"No, with more enthusiam," Stiles paused at that, staring at the man off camera. Enthusiasm? Why the hell would he get excited about saying his own name?

"What's up! I'm Stiles!" He tried again this time with a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Okay, now try that without smiling," Stiles flailed his arms in the air, not getting why the hell him saying his own damn name was so damn important.

"Hey there, I'm Stiles!-"

"Not so loud," the producer warned, Stiles staring at him now, mouth hanging half way open, eyes filled with disbelief as his arms hung uselessly at his side.

"I'm Stiles," The boy whispered, voice painfully quiet, just wanting to piss the producer off now, because that's what Stiles was. Pissed.

"Okay, what does this show mean for you?" The producer asked, Jackson seeming to not hear him as he ran his fingers carefully through his hair, trying to see his reflection in the lens of the camera.

"Sorry, what was that?" He asked, only half listening now as he smoothed out the wrinkles in his brown leather jacket.

"What. Does being on this show mean for you?" The producer repeated, louder this time.

"Oh, the chicks, no doubt," Jackson cooed, flashing his signature grin at the camera, showing off his perfect white teeth. "These chicks better be hot dude or I'm out," He warned, raising a finger at somebody behin the camera, eyebrows raised as if to say 'I'mma be so pissed if they're ugly'.

"Ugh... There are no chicks.. except your friends.." The produce muttered, voice full of confusion.

"What?" Jackson scoffed, shaking his head slightly, the grin on his face slowly fading. "What are you saying to me right now?"

"This is a reality show... The only people you'll see are you're friends and whoever you meet on your own,"

"So?" Jackson frowned, shrugging his shoulders, clearly not picking up on what the crew were saying, looking completely off camera now.

"It means there are no hot girls. We're not bringing in any girls..." The producer drawled.

Jackson just sat there in silence, confusion written all over his face, his brows furrowed and lips turned in a deep set frown as he looked all around the studio, eyes dancing every where but towards the camera. his mouth opening to say somthing only to close it again.

"Stiles," Stiles breathed, saying his name for what seemed like his hundredth time.

"Again... Just one more time," The producer coaxed, the camera slowly zooming in on Stiles' face.

"Hey, I'm Stiles," Stiles breathed, smiling just a little, looking straight at the camera with a confidence that no man could hold against him. It was perfect. It was fucking gold. He had it in the bag.

"That was perfect! Wait... What? Sorry the mic didn't pick up the sound, can you do it again?"

"Son of a bi-"

"Lydia Martin," Lydia said sweetly, running a hand through her hair as she looked straight at the camera, giving the lens a flirtatious smile, crossing her legs.

"Lydia, you're friends say you were popular in school. Is that why you decided to do the show? Is tv something you want to get into," The producer asked curiously. Lydia laughed at that as if he said something obscure and absolutely ridicoulous.

"Oh god no. I just have time to kill before I go off to Yale," She said sweetly, though the way she lingered on the word Yale made everyone in the room start to reconsider their life decisions.

"This is a cute set you have here by the way," Lydia pointed out, giving the camera a small wink.

"So just say your name into the camera,"

"..."

"Uhm...uh, we kind of need your name, Derek.." The producer trailed. Derek just sat there though, not even staring at the camera that was intently filming him, his arms crossed, a stoic expression on his face.

"N-name.. please?"

"..."

"Derek?"

"Stiles! Hi. My name is. Stiles!" Stiles huffed, dragging a hand down his face. How much longer, how much fucking long-

"So let me get this straight," Jackson began, gesturing towards the air, clearly wrapping his head around this. "I'm going to be stuck with these people and you guys aren't bringing hot girls onto the show?"

"...Yeah. We're not doing that..." The producer muttered, Jackson's face slowly scrunching up in disbelief.

"Then why the hell am I here?!"

"So Allison, Scott's your boyfriend right?" Allison smiled softly at the question, rubbing shyly at her shoulder as she looked at the camera.

"Yeah... High school sweet hearts," She hummed, biting her lip.

"How would you describe him?" Allison pulled a face at that, clealry thinking about it, a nostalgic smile spreading across her lips.

"He's so sweet and kind. He makes me laugh and he really cares about his friends. We're like family really.. And he's so smart too," She sighed, seemingly content. "I have the best boyfriend in the world,"

"Hi, I'm Scott McCall," Scott grinned, staring right at the camera, giving it a small wave.

"What's you're favorite show Scott?"

"Besides this one?" He grinned, some of the crew laughing at that. "I'd have to say Game of Thrones... Robb is my favorite," He beamed, the studio going quiet.

"Uhm... you know he died right...?" One of the crew members mutter, Scott's eyes going wide in confusion.

"What?"

"He can be a little slow at times..." Allison trails, clearly embarrassed as she heaves a sigh.

"Sup! My name is Erica!" Erica greeted, looking at the camera, her arms crossed. "And I don't give a-"

"For the love of god, say something," The producer begged, Derek still sitting the silent and stoic as ever.

"Uh, what's your favorite color?" He questioned, clearly desperate for some sort of response. Derek just looked at him before glancing down at his own outfit, looking at his black shirt, black jacket, black jeans, black boots, black everything. Looking back over at the producer, his eyebrows furrowed, he gave him this look as if to say 'Really? You actually asked that?'.

"I don't know... I like to go running I guess...?" Isaac drawled, shrugging his shoulders, eyes averting the camera.

"That's all? You don't have any other hobbies?" The producer questioned, his voice full of disbelief.

"There's not really any time for hobbies when you're fighting the supernatural..." He shrugged. "That and school..."

"So why was Boyd unable to make it today?" The producer asked, Erica rolling her eyes at that.

"Because he had stuff to do. Why are asking me anyway, I'm not his babysitter," She snapped, clearly getting impatient. "Hey, how long do I have to be here? Scandal is coming on soon,"

"I can't believe there aren't going to be any girls..." Jackson muttered underneath his breath.

"Sooo... We wanted to recruit your friend Danny, but he declined, saying it was something desperate people did for attention. How does that make you feel, knowing your bestfriend didn't want to be a part of this?" The producer questioned, Jackson looking dead on at the camera as he spoke.

"Envious,"

"Out of all of the people you'll be shooting with, which one do you think you'll most likely not get along with?"

"Oh, Stiles for sure," Lydia breathed, shaking her head. "He never stops talking,"

"Stiles," Erica frowned.

"I'd have to say Stiles," Isaac frowned. "Wait, maybe-no... It's Stiles." Nodding his head as if finalizing it.

"Stiles," Jackson frowned, rolling his eyes.

"...Stiles," Derek finally uttered, the producer close to tears, finally hearing the man speak.

"Thank you," He mumbled quielty, his voice barely audible on screen as he looked at Derek. They'd have to put subtitles in for that part.

"Stiles," Allison nodded. "Oh, but not with me.. just everyone else. I don't get in fights with anyone," She clarified, smiling softly.

"Jackson," Scott frowned. "He's a butt... we can't cuss right?" He frowned, looking at anyone for an answer.

"You can say ass," Someone called out, Scott nodding in response.

"Yeah, he's an ass," He muttered, thinking. "And maybe Allison... She's always getting angry at me for something... She shot me with an arrow once... She says it was an accident.. but I'm not so sure..."

"Okay, Scott's a different story!" Allison rushed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"My name is Stiles, I'm eighteen-"

"This is a reality show, Stiles, not a Dating game, we don't need to know that,"

"Oh my god, what do you want from me!?" Stiles groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance.

"Actually we're just going to go with the first take," The producer sighed, Stiles eyes going wide as he snapped his head towards the producer.

"You mean the very first one? The first time I had said it? That one?"

"Yeah,"

"That's the one you're going with?" Stiles scoffed, clearly starting to lose his mind.

"Yeah, that's the one," Stiles slowly looked at the camera, eyes wide, a grin on his face yet there was nothing funny about it, no humor in his eyes as he slowly started to scowl, gripping at his hair. A sudden urge to throw something overcoming him.

"What the actual fuc-"

"So, what was it like being an American Werewolf in London?" Jackson froze at the question, his brows slowly furrowing as he looked at the producer like the man was an idiot.

"You're kidding..." Jackson scoffed, flicking his hands at the air as if to toss the question out of his sight. "Have you seen the movie?"

"Erica, how do you feel about the boys in your pack?"

"They are all fu-"

"Please, say something. We know you can talk, just do that.." The producer sighed, Derek staring straight at the camera.

"..."

"Oh my god! I give up!" The producer groaned, throwing his clipboard to the ground before storming out, the crew mumbling and exchanging words amongst eachother in hushed voices. Derek just sat there unphased, but if you rewinded and did a play by play of every frame and zoom in by 190, you would notice the way the left corner of his mouth tugs into a smirk.

"Okay, bring on the questions!" Stiles breathed, clapping his hands together, relieved they finally got through the first part.

"Actually we're out of time..." the producer muttered, Stiles gawking at the man in disbelief.

"You're joking..." Stiles trailed.

"Guys, let's wrap it up! We got a busy day tomorrow! Macey! Where're those film strips?!" The producer yelled, walking off, people starting to pack things up.

"Wait, you're joking right?"Stiles frowned, looking around, watching as people started taking down lights, entering the shot to take down the background. "Right!?" He yelled, looking for the producer, but he was no where in sight.

"Wait! You've gotta be kidding! I didn't even get to-"

"Ohhh! this going to be exciting!" Allison beamed, smiling into the camera.

"Can I sleep with the staff?" Jackson questioned, the room going quiet. "Well, can I?" He frowned, gesturing towards the air, wishing someone would answer already.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Stiles rushed as one of the crew started touching the camera. "Are you turning that off? But I'm not done! Wait- Don't turn it off-"

Next episode is coming soon! Hope you liked the Pilot!

However, I'm not sure if I wanna make this into a real thing or just keep like a two-shot.

If I do decide to make it into more that'll have to wait till I close out my other stories. Can't make lemonade if I'm out of lemons- know what I mean? *shoulder bump*

Of course leave a review, tell me what you think! Should I make it into something? Yay or nay?