Hey there, so I'm going to start writing one-shots and add them to this story. But, I want the reviewers to tell me what they want to read! Suggest it and I'll most likely do it!
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Derek's point of view.
"Get out, Derek!" Chloe screamed at me and slammed the door in my face.
I rapped my knuckles against the door to her bedroom, begging for her to let me in. "Chloe, don't!" I tried turning the doorknob, but it stopped at half way. "Just let me in." I pleaded her.
A thud sounded on the other side of the door. "Go away!" Her tone sounded dangerous.
I sighed and lowered myself to the floor, leaning my back against the wall. She would have to come out eventually, right?
After everything we had been through, I thought Chloe and I would be friends. We had both stuck our necks out for each other when we got off the bus on our way to Andrew's. She was there for my partial changes and I was there for her when she accidentally raised something, but being the idiot I am, I could never bite my tongue when it came to it. The multiple times that I had chewed her out must have become one too many, because I was now basically pleading her to talk to me but it wasn't working.
I closed my eyes and recalled the events of the past hour. Chloe had taken a nap, being exhausted after our trip to the safe house. In the midst of her sleeping she had raised more animals than I could count. The rotting stench grew closer and closer to the house with her, Tori, Simon and Andrew being none the wiser. With me and my sense of smell, I knew it was there and I flipped out on her, telling her that she needed to be more responsible and keep her powers in check.
I didn't mean any of it though; I knew that she couldn't control her dreams or her powers when she was sleeping. I could admit that what I said was uncalled for and I tried to do that, but she didn't listen. She didn't even want to look at me, and that hurt.
My thoughts were interrupted by Tori. "In the dog house, huh?" She smirked at her little joke.
"Figuratively." I grunted.
She sighed at my lack of humour. "Look, come with me."
I followed her down the hallway and to her room.
"I'm only doing this for Chloe's sake." She told me.
"Whatever."
Tori rolled her eyes at me. "Look, Fido, Chloe likes you. I mean, she really, really likes you. Stop chewing her out at every chance you get. I get that you're all anti-social and brooding and such, but while Simon and I were left on the bus, he told me that she's the first girl to ever care about you so stop being such a butthead and realise that she's trying her best." She finished.
I opened my mouth to speak but before I could, something clicked in my head.
'Chloe likes you. I mean, she really, really likes you.'
"She… likes me?"
Tori nodded her head, her brown eyes piercing into mine. "She does. Don't mess things up." She said with such intensity in her voice, and with that, she left the room.
Deep in thought, I retreated to my own room and backed down onto my bed. I wanted to know how to make things up to Chloe but being socially incompetent, my mind drew blanks. There was only one thing to do, and that was to go to my brother – Simon.
How the hell was I going to explain that? It was no secret that Simon liked Chloe. He had always been a ladies-man. Girls went as far as to talk and actually flirt with me in order to get closer to him.
I had two choices, one was to go and talk to Simon, ask him for advice. The second was to deal with it on my own. As much as I would have preferred to deal with it on my own, I was clueless. So I left my room to go on my quest to find Simon.
Short quest. He was in the kitchen.
"Hey bro, catch." He tossed me an apple.
"Not hungry." I rumbled and put the apple back in the fruit basket that sat on the counter. "I need your help."
"No worries. What's up?" He asked.
"Chloe." I said and his face faltered a little bit, but he quickly regained his smile.
Simon ran a hand nervously though his hair, probably dreading having to give me advice about the girl that he liked. "What about her?"
"She's mad at me," I started. "a-and I don't want her to be." I looked down at my hands, embarrassed that I actually stuttered.
My brother, obviously picking up on the small hiccup, set his drink down on the table in front of him and crossed his arms. "You like her, don't you?"
I didn't say anything, but I felt my cheeks heat up.
"God!" He exclaimed. I thought he was going to get mad at me, but he spoke again. "First the stutter, and now the blush! Bro, you're made for each other." He joked.
I couldn't help but bark a small, nervous laugh. "You're not mad?"
"I'm a little upset." He admitted. "But I think she likes you too. Things changed after you both got off the bus. You're good for each other, so I'm not going to stand in your way if it's what makes you happy."
I nodded at his response. "So what do I do to get her to forgive me?"
Simon thumped my back with the palm of his hand. "I've been waiting for the day that I give my older bro girl advice!" He said. "Show her that you're sorry. Chloe doesn't seem like the type of girl who would go for a bouquet of flowers, but you could always try. Go and talk to her first, do whatever you can to get her to listen to you." He told me.
"Thanks, Simon." I said and left him in the kitchen.
As I bounded up the stairs, I replayed what I was going to say and how I was going to apologize over and over in my head. My heart raced out of nervousness and I felt my hands become clammy. Out of all the girls that had ever been angry at me, I was nervous of confronting Chloe. Chloe! Of all people – the small, innocent, cute blonde girl with the stutter and the biggest, bluest eyes – she was the one that made me want to turn around and hide.
For a few minutes, I just paced outside the door of Chloe's room, still debating on what I should say and whether I should even approach her.
I took a deep breath and decided to man up.
I knocked on the door. There was no, 'Go away' so I decided that it was safe to go in.
Cracking the door open, I peeked in. Chloe was lying on her bed with her back faced to the door. Swinging the door open enough so I could fit though, I quietly tip-toed in and closed it behind me.
"Chloe?" I whispered. No answer, so I made my way over to her bed and sat behind her. The bed dipped under my weight and she flinched at the sudden movement. "Hey." I said and touched her shoulder.
"Go away." Her voice sounded thick with tears.
I put a bit more pressure on her shoulder, but not enough to hurt her. I pulled her shoulder closer to me so that she was lying on her back but the second I let go, she rolled over into her original position.
Sighing, I stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed. Crouching down to face her, she buried her head into her pillow so she didn't have to look at me.
"I'm sorry, Chloe." I said, this time touching her arm. She flinched at my touch and swatted my hand away with hers.
"Just go, Derek." She choked out a sob and I felt my heart shatter. I had really pushed it this time, but I had to keep trying.
I bounded down the stairs and flew out the front door and made my way over to the garden. Simon said something about flowers and how she wasn't the flower kind of girl, but it was worth a shot.
The garden was full of colourful flowers. Patches of red, yellow, white, blue, pink and purple were scattered around in bunches. I started with the white flowers, picking different types of them and gathering them in my left hand. I moved on to the patch next to it which was a blue flower of some sort. Next were the yellow flowers, followed by the purple, pink and then finally, red.
I had never arranged flowers before, but to me they looked like a decent assortment. Rushing inside, I tried to find string but ended up with a green ribbon. It was the best that I had so I used it to bundle the flowers together.
I scowled at them as their stench assaulted my nose; I just hoped that Chloe would like them.
"I'm going with the flower idea." I said as I passed Simon in the kitchen.
"They look good, bro. Good luck."
I mentally prepared myself as I rushed up the stairs, practically tripping over my feet in the process.
Instead of tentatively pushing Chloe's door open, I hastily pushed it instead. With the flowers behind my back, I closed the door behind me.
Chloe was sitting up this time with her knees up to her chest. She was still crying and her eyes were red and puffy. When she saw me she let out a small, animalistic grow which I would've never thought I would hear from her.
"For a genius, you really don't understand the concept of 'get the hell out.'" She murmured.
"I don't want you to be mad at me." I said pathetically.
"You should have thought of that before you chewed me out." She let a tear slide down her cheek. "I thought we were friends."
I felt my heart break all over again. She didn't think we were friends? I wanted to be friends, heck, I wanted to be more than friends.
"We are friends, Chloe." I said and she shrugged. After a moment's pause, I presented her the bundle of flowers that I had been hiding behind my back. "I picked you these." I said as I dropped them on her bed. "But I guess that doesn't matter."
I backed out of her bedroom and shut the door. Even after I heard her call my name, I didn't stop. My heart felt like it had been ripped out of my chest and stepped on, and what made it worse was that I was the one that did it to myself. If I hadn't chewed her out, if I was just that little bit more patient, then maybe she would be talking to me.
I was halfway down the hall when I heard Chloe mutter, "Oh God." to herself.
Dinner was unusually quiet. Every now and then I would glance up at Chloe to find her already looking at me. She had barely touched her dinner. All she was doing was pushing it around with her fork and giving it an occasional scowl. Every time she caught me looking at her, she would quickly move her attention to the window above the kitchen sink. A few times I smiled at her, but she never returned it.
Eventually she grew tired of sitting there and politely excused myself. I heard her bound up the stairs and slam her bedroom door.
Soon after, Andrew left the room to go to his study.
"Derek, I'm begging you; you need to sort things out with Chloe!" Tori pleaded. "She won't even talk to me. It's obvious that she's cut up over this, and so are you."
"Yeah, bro. You need to talk to her."
"Don't you think I've tried that?" I snapped. "I've tried to talk to her, I've tried to apologize, I even picked her flowers but no good has come out of it! She doesn't even believe that we're friends anymore." I basically threw my plate into the sink and stormed out of the kitchen and into the library.
Being a library, there were books on almost anything, with the exception of 'how to make the girl that you love forgive you after you've been a massive tool'. A book on how not to be an asshole would have also been sufficient, but I couldn't find one so I settled on a book about supernatural races.
I learnt that certain herbs can reduce a necromancer's power. I'd have to tell Chloe that – if she decided to forgive me.
After reading the entire book in less than four hours – and might I add, it was a thick book – I decided that it was time for bed.
As much as I wanted to sleep, my night was spent staring up at the ceiling thinking about everything I had done wrong and how much I missed just talking to Chloe.
In the midst of my pondering, I heard a sob from the next room – Chloe's room. Was she having a nightmare? Should I go and comfort her? I was always the first one to comfort her but now I didn't know what to do. Would she even welcome my comfort or blow me off like she did earlier?
The sobs slowly grew louder and I heard some mumbled words. At one point I heard her slur my name and choke out another sob. It took me everything I had to not get up and burst into her room to console her.
I rolled onto my side and tried to block my ears with my pillows, but being a werewolf and having super hearing made that difficult. Even with doing my best to cover my ears, I could still hear Chloe crying and mumbling. Her calling my name happened more and more often and then it eventually stopped. I was curious as to what stopped it, but I wouldn't give in. I wouldn't talk to her until she let me know that she wanted to talk to me.
I heard a light shuffling outside my door. Chloe? Who else would it be? Deep down, I hoped that it was Chloe coming to me for comfort.
Surely enough, the door to my bedroom opened but I stayed still and pretended to be asleep.
"Derek?" Chloe's voice whispered in the darkness. Well, it was dark for her but I could see perfectly.
The door closed and for a second, I thought she had left, but then I heard her call my name again. This time she was closer and I could hear her walk over to the bed.
There she stood in front of me, it was clear on her face that she was contemplating waking me up so I shot my hand out from under the covers and grabbed her wrist. She let out a girly yelp and jumped at my touch.
"Derek!" She whispered harshly.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." I said and sat up, turning the lamp on that sat next to my bed.
I got a proper view of Chloe in the light. Like earlier, her eyes were red and puffy. Her beautiful hair was a nest of knots that looked impossible to untangle.
"Nightmare?" I asked her and she nodded her head. With my grip still on her wrist, I gently pulled her down onto the bed. "Did you want to talk about it?" This time she shook her head in a 'no' so I just sat with her there. I don't know how long we sat there for, it seemed like only seconds but I knew that it was longer than that.
All of the sudden, Chloe burst out crying. Tears fell freely down her cheeks as she buried her face in her hands. "I-I-I-I'm s-so sorry D-D-Derek." She cried.
"What for?" I asked and wrapped my arms around her. Not once had I been this close to her. We never hugged, not even when I was comforting her after a nightmare. I felt a surge of electricity run through me as my arms wrapped around her small shoulders.
"I-I-I g-get mad a-at you for g-getting m-mad at me, a-and then I-I-I j-just barge in here a-and e-expect y-you t-to comfort m-m-me." She stuttered and cried into my chest.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad at you. We're over that, okay?" I reassured her.
"B-but y-you chewed m-me out?"
"I know. I'm sorry, Chloe."
"It's okay." She whispered to me softly.
Again we just lapsed into silence, me holding Chloe and her softly crying. Eventually, her sobs quietened and her breathing became deeper, telling me that she was asleep. I sat there, not knowing whether I should take her back to her room or let her stay in my arms. Holding her seemed right but I didn't want her to wake up and panic. I decided that I would let her sleep in my bed for the night and I would take hers.
I set her down on the mattress and pulled the covers up over her. She mumbled my name in her sleep as I did so but then fell silent. After I brushed some of her hair out of her face, I closed the door behind me and entered her room to take temporary residence.
Now that I knew Chloe had forgiven me, I was over the moon. I felt that I could actually rest and not have to think up a million ways to make things up to her. I quickly fell into a peaceful sleep, only to be woken up not long after by a shuffling noise beside the bed. Slowly, the bed dipped slightly as Chloe crawled in and curled into my side. Her strawberry scent filled my nose as she cuddled up to me.
"Thank you for the flowers." She whispered and grabbed my hand, entwining my fingers in hers. With my free hand, I wrapped it around her shoulders and pulled her close to me.
"You're quite welcome." I said.
In the dark, she snatched her hand back out of mine and bought it up to my face. She leaned on her free arm as she caressed my cheek.
Not even my super senses could prepare me for what happened next. Chloe bought her lips down onto mine, planting a soft but firm kiss on them. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds before she pulled her mouth away from mine. Even in the dark, her face glowed with what seemed to be embarrassment.
"I-I-I'm sorry." She stuttered before trying to wriggle her way out of my grip.
Keeping a firm hand around her shoulder, I managed to keep her next to me. Without even thinking, my lips crashed down on hers. Kissing Chloe just felt so right, it was as if our bodies just melted together. I felt a shock run through my body every time as our lips partied and then found each other's again.
When breathing became necessary, we broke apart and rested our foreheads against each other's. I bought my hand up and cupped Chloe's cheek, only to have her lean into my touch.
"You know, I really hate you sometimes." She told me.
"I hate you too." I said and kissed her forehead.
We settled back down in her bed with her tucked into my side. My head rested in the crook of her neck and I kept an arm wrapped securely around her waist while her hands were bunched up in my shirt.
Once we were both comfortable, we whispered and giggled in the dark, just enjoying each other's company as if there was never a kerfuffle between us. Every now and then, she would crane her neck to kiss me and I would kiss her back twice as hard, only ever stopping to breathe.
We decided that sleep was necessary even though we both preferred to stay awake, muttering nonsense to each other. Chloe nestled into my arms even further and quickly fell asleep to the sound of my heart beating.
I, however, didn't fall asleep as fast. For a while, I just stared down at the girl that was bundled up in my arms, not believing that she chose me over my brother. It was definitely something that I was going to have to get used to.
I softly kissed her almost-bare shoulder just before drifting into a comfortable sleep, holding the girl of my dreams.
I hope you enjoyed this, let me know what you think.
So, if you have any suggestions about what you want to read in these one-shots, write them in the review section. If you want Simon dancing in a banana suit, then Simon WILL dance in a banana suit. Hehe.
