"Stiles, why don't you ever take a shower after lacrosse?"

"Oh, ehm… Skin condition."

Scott rolled his eyes. He'd started to get curious why Stiles didn't want to get the smallest bit wet after they went to a pool party when they were 6 years old. And he knew he had to find out why after he saw Stiles sneak out of his house one day when he was bored. The weirdest part of that day was that stiles went to the beach.

"Hey, Lydia, Allison, Jackson, Danny, Isaac and I are going to the beach. We're meeting Erica and Boyd there. Want to come with us?"

"No thanks. I'm going to do homework and then go to bed."

"It's 6 pm and the only homework we have isn't until next week."

"I want to do it early so I have more free time."

"Fine, if you change your mind you'll know where to find us."

Time passed and at 8 pm Stiles was done with all his homework until Thursday next week. He decided to go to the beach and watch the stars. It was getting dark so they'd be out when he got to his spot. Sheriff Stilinski was at the station so he wouldn't have to worry about waking his dad or getting caught. He took a bag to put his clothes in when he was at the beach and grabbed a towel on his way to the front door. When he got into his car, he wondered if Scott and their friends would still be there. When he pulled up on the parking lot of the beach, he saw Lydia's car, Isaacs bike and Scott's motorcycle.

"Hey Stiles! Over here!" Scott waved at him. When he arrived at the small group around the campfire Boyd moved so he could sit down.

"I thought you weren't coming?"

"Well, I wanted to take a stroll along the beach."

"But now you can sit with us and listen to the story Erica was going to tell."

"What story?"

"It's just a child story my mom used to tell me when I was little. It was about mermaids in Beacon Hills."

Stiles froze. Not only was there a story about his kind and their existence in Beacon Hills, but they say mermaids instead of sirens. Mermaids for have gills on their neck or sides, neither do they have the sharp teeth or the scales over their body and the fins on their arms or the beginning of their tail! He must have been staring angrily with his mouth open because Lydia pinched him in the arm.

"Hey! That hurt!"

"Are you alright? Or were you just daydreaming about mermaids?"

"…I'm fine. I'm just going to take that walk now."

He quickly stood up and left before anyone could reply. He walked next to the shoreline, so he wouldn't get wet, towards his favourite spot. It was hidden between rocks, with a small patch of sand where he could lay on for hours watching the stars while his tail moved together with the waves. He put the towel on the sand and laid down. He looked at his clothes and the rising tide.

"Damn, I wish clothes would change too…"

He took his clothes of and laid back down. The waves almost touching his feet. A few moments later he watched his legs melt together in a long reddish brown tail. The scales that appeared on his belly, arms and face had the same colour. Stiles liked that his fins were lighter than his tail. They looked more like the sand you find on the bottom of the ocean. He laid there, enjoying the beach when he heard a loud splash.