The Chance of Meeting You. (TeenWolfFanfic)

Great, is an understatement

I do not own Teen Wolf-

Chapter Eight.

    The next day I woke up at around nine, I went downstairs and saw gallons of paint every where. I looked around for my dad, and I eventually found him on the back porch. He was sitting on the back steps, looking out at the forest. He looked a little upset, he looked like he had been up all night.

"You okay dad?" I asked him, sitting down beside him.

"Hmm?" he looked up as if I had startled him, "Oh yeah, I'm fine."

    Did he find out that Asher and I had went to the party? That was the only thing I could think of that could be upsetting him like this. I leaned up against him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"This is not fine for you." I said eventually.

    He shrugged making my head bobble.

"So I see we're painting today." I said, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, you can have someone come over if you'd like to." he pressed his lips together.

"Okay." I said softly.

    I rubbed his back softly letting him know that whatever was going on, I was there for him. He smiled just a little, so I got up and started for the door.

"You know, you're mother loved painting." he said almost at a whisper.

    I turned around and looked at him, and I swear I saw a tear float down his cheek. I walked back over to him and gave him a hug.

"I'm sure she was great at it." I whispered.

"Great, is an understatement."

    For some reason, I wanted to cry as well. I just wanted to sit here all day with my father and talk about the mother I only knew for eight years. I could tell that he didn't want to when he finally pulled away from my hug.

"You better go get ready and eat some breakfast if that boy is coming over." he grinned. 

"Stiles? I thought you didn't like him." I stated obviously.

"It's not up to me to like him, it's up to you." he kissed the top of my head.

"Thanks dad."

"You're welcome, but really go get ready and call him because we're starting in an hour." he said, pushing towards the door.

    I laughed, and headed up the stairs and back into my room. I grabbed my phone and dialed Stiles' number, and he answered on the first ring. I love it when people do that.

"Hey!"  he chirped into the phone.

"Hey, do you want to come over and help me today. We could use some extra hands." I smiled.

"Um, depends. What are my hands being used for?" he said in a serious matter.

   With that I burst into laughter, and I could hear him chuckle a little as well.

"To paint." I said through my laughter.

"Isn't your room already painted?" he asked.

"Not my room, the rest of the house."

"Oh yeah, sure."

"Good, be here in an hour." I said before hanging up.

    I tossed my phone back onto my bed, and walked down the hall and into the bathroom. The toilet seat was up, so I could tell that  Asher had just been in here. I rolled my eyes, and knocked it back down with my foot. I shut the door, and started the shower. Getting in the warm water felt great, but it was suppose to be really hot out today so I guess I should get used to hot. Plus Stiles was coming over, so I guess that just adds on.

    I laughed at my thoughts, I didn't even know why I had fallen for him so quickly. Maybe it was because he just made me laugh, all of the time. There was never a dull moment with Stiles, I could just be myself around him and he would except me. I did know one thing, I didn't know if it was fat or whatever but I'm glad that I met him.

    An hour came quickly and I looked at myself in the mirror before I went downstairs. I skipped down the stairs to see that Stiles was already here, he was out on the porch talking with my dad. I smiled a little knowing that my dad didn't mind Stiles. But that changed when I heard my dad laughing at something Stiles had said, my dad liked Stiles. Knowing that, made my smile widen. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a container of yogurt. I grabbed a spoon and jumped up on the counter as I began to eat it. I heard the front door swing open, and my dad and Stiles walked in continuing their conversation about god only knows what.

    The only thing I did know was that my dad was laughing through the whole conversation. My dad grabbed two bottles of water and tossed one to Stiles. Stiles looked at me and smiled, before giving me a thumbs up. I chuckled and finished my yogurt, tossing the container in the garbage. There was a knock at the door and I figured that Asher was having Jackson over to help. But when I opened the door, it was not Jackson standing there. Instead it was the orange haired lunatic named Lydia.

"Are you lost?" I asked her.

"No," she laughed as if it were an inside joke, "Asher said you guys needed some help." she smiled.

"Uh huh, yeah about that- ASHER!" I yelled up the stairs, "Give me one second." I said before shutting the front door.

"Yeah?" Asher asked as he came trotting down the stairs.

"Why the hell did you invite her!?" I whisper shouted.

"She kind of invited herself. I said I was painting today and she's like 'Yeah I'd love to come help!'" he whispered back to me.

    He walked around me, and opened the door. Lydia smiled as she walked through the door, complimenting everything we owned. Asher guided her to the back porch where I was now, with Stiles. Stiles' eyes widened as he turned around to face the opposite direction, he took my arm and walked us away from them.

"Why is she here?" he asked.

"Why does it matter?" I shook my head.

"I d-"

"Oh Stiles, hey!" she called waving to him.

    Okay, she needed to leave, go home, go away do something that did not involve being here.