Ephemeral Promises

unexpected craves

A/N: hey y'all I'm planning on making this a long fic and when I say long I mean long, detailed chapters and I might make several parts, maybe a part per 1 or 2 seasons but that depends on how detailed I make my chapter.
For now... sit back and enjoy

The story starts pre season 1 not too far back because I don't want to get too far from the story however I might changes some things because they go a little better with my story.

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*Stiles*

Of course, another evening alone with home made pizza, and when I say home made I mean I got rid of the cover and put it in the oven. It's not too bad actually as long as I don't burn it, or fall asleep and almost burn down the entire house... together with the pizza.

I get it though, he has to work because we need the money, and he's the sheriff. He's pretty bad ass for a dad, I mean as long as dads can be bad ass, I guess I should just be happy I still have one, unlike Scott. Of course he has one, he just barely knows about his existance, and I don't think hid dad cares even a little about the life of his son; so maybe Scott's better off without him.

I ate two pizzas, and yet I'm still craving, puberty the wonderful world in which your body craves for amost everything, including food obviously. I remember that I have a secret stash of oreos upstairs, well not for long now that I remember.

As I walked upstairs I heard this squeak, however I didn't think much of it because it was probably the house being, well a house I suppose. I entered my room and noticed my window all the way open, I couldn't remember opening it in the first place, but neither could I remember closing it, so again I didn't bother to think twice about it and walked towards my desk. The craves had gotten worse in those few seconds while walking  up the stair, it's like my body doesn't have the word full in its vocabulary; not that I think my body has a vocabulary of its own.

I opened my bottom drawer, empty. What the hell is going on, I don't think eating is one of the many things I do in my sleep? I was about to leave the room and snoop through the house looking for food, when I heard the sound of a wrapper opening from my closet, so I opened it and I wasn't sure whether to freak our or just stare with a 'I have no idea why on earth this always happens to me' sighing face. I decided to do the second because I was more upset about the fact that someone was eating my secret stash than I was about the fact that this guy broke into my room.

I let out a deep sigh but all I got was "Hey, my name is Derek. Derek Hale, you probably wanna tell your dad about me, and get me arrested but I wouldn't do that if I were you. You might not make that out alive" he wore this awfully charming smile on his face while talking, but once he stopped he just gave me this glare which could have killed me. I just closed the closet and let out a deep sigh.

What the hell am I gonna do about this?