This is such a random one-shot that came to my mind while I was trying to sleep. So I typed it out, and realized how pointless it is. Oh, well here it is. Reviews are always loved. (:

Chloe stared at the TV with something like horror. Something that was normally used for watching her beloved movies, was now being used as torture device.

"¿Por qué estás con él de todas formas? Todo lo que hace es ignorar le. Trabaja todo el día y nunca es hogar. ¿Y cuando es la última vez que dijo te ama? Su boda apuesto. Hace cinco años."

Panic sunk into Chloe's heart. On the screen a man was wearing a shirt that was open at the chest and was rolled up high on his arms. His longish dark hair was tied up into a pony tail at the nape of his neck, and his dark eyes were trained on a young women.

The women looked flustered and a little angry. Her pretty face was slightly flushed with makeup and her arms were folded across her chest. Her sleeveless dress went up to her knees, ruffling in the slight breeze

"Yo lo amo." Said the women.

Chloe's breathing got faster like it always did when she watched this stuff. It was just too damn painful to bare. Beside her, Tori was watching the screen intensely, mouthing the words after each line, translating what they said in her head.

Chloe leaned towards her and whispered, "What's happening?"

"He basically accused her of being in a loveless marriage. She got mad and said that she loved her husband." Tori said, without looking away. "It's easy to understand. Keep up."

Chloe sighed and sunk back into the pillows on the couch. On the couch across from her, Derek was passed out. After coming back from a run late last night, he spent all day fighting off yawns, until Chloe demanded that he sleep. He crashed on the couch without a word.

Tori was helping her 'study' for her Spanish test. It was a nice thought really, but Chloe couldn't help but think that it was an excuse for Tori to sit back and watch some Spanish soap operas. While Chloe was practically pulling her hair out listening to this stuff, Tori was almost obsessed and could actually understand what was going on since she got straight A's in her advanced Spanish class.

"No lo hace. Le encanta su dinero. Usted me ama, pero no decirlo." The man said, looking bitter.

The women looked defensive and said something back again. Then she kissed the man, hands on the side of his face, pressing herself against him.

Chloe rolled her eyes and cast a look at Tori. "I thought she said she loved her husband."

"Do I have to translate every sentence for you?" Tori said, shoving some pop corn into her mouth. "I thought the whole point of this was so you could learn Spanish."

Chloe waved a hand at the TV. "This is doing nothing. All I understand is the basic stuff and even that can be a stretch. I'm going to fail this test, it's almost a given."

Tori ignored her and popped another piece of pop corn in her mouth.

Chloe got to her feet and started walking around, thinking. In the past two years, they've been in countless hotels and a few apartments. The place they were staying now was a little small for six people but it was comfortable. It had two bedrooms and a pull out coach in the living room. It had one bathroom that was a little cramped to work with in the mornings, but there was some plus sides. Like when Chloe just happened to walk by the bathroom door when Derek was coming out of the shower in nothing but a towel.

She shook her head and looked at Derek over her shoulder. His arm was over his eyes, legs sprawled off the couch, chest moving up and down with his even breathing.

"You know sometimes people think that staring is considered rude. Or stalkerish." A voice said behind her.

Simon stood in the doorway of the apartment, smiling slightly. "Though, I suppose that makes you guys perfect. He does it too. Just not when your sleeping."

Chloe stuck out her chin. "Then does that make you a stalker too? I've seen the way you look at that new girl at school. What's her name again? Eliza?"

Simon blushed and ducked his head a little. "Shut up. She's pretty cool. Nice too. We're friends."

Chloe grinned. "Uh-huh."

"We are." Simon said. "Anyway that's what I was going to talk to you about. Remember when you got your last test back and you were complaining that you were going to fail? Well Eliza over heard and said that she has a few friends that would be happy to help with your problem."

Chloe's straightened. "Really? Does she know how bad at Spanish I am?"

"Actually, I talked to one of the friends." Simon said, moving forward and hanging up his coat on the coat rack. "He seems like a pretty cool guy. I told him all about you. Described all your failed tests and your reactions. How you need a genius to help you pass your test."

Chloe huffed. "I have a genius. Hell, I'm dating a genius. But said genius won't help me."

Simon started towards the kitchen, Chloe following. "That's why Eliza said Alex would help you, walk you through everything that you need to brush up on."

Chloe snorted. "Does he realize that we're going to be spending a lot of time together then?"

Simon opened the fridge and his head disappeared within it. "Yeah he knows. The fact that your a blue eyed blonde helped the cause a lot."

Chloe scowled at his back. "And does he know that I have a boyfriend?"

Simon reappeared with a diet coke, and a slice of pizza from last night. "I may have forgotten to mention that."

Chloe reached out and snatched the pizza from him and hid it behind her back. "Simon, your suppose to be on Derek's side. You know, growling at any boy that tries to talk to me, and threatening to break a few kneecaps if anyone checks me out."

Simon rolled his eyes and made a grab for the pizza but Chloe side stepped him. "First of all that's Derek's job. Second, he has the growling down to a minimum now. A lastly, have you been watching the Mafia movies again? Breaking kneecaps? So not my style."

"Simon." Chloe said, flatly.

Simon reached behind her and tried for the pizza again. "Come on, Chloe. Eliza offered to get you help. What was I suppose to say? 'No, I'm sorry, my werewolf brother might have a problem with his necromancer mate spending hours with a hot Latino guy. Oh and by the way I'm a sorcerer!"

Chloe winced at the word 'mate'. "Ugh, enough wolf words."

Truth be told Chloe was fine with the whole wolf thing and everything that came with it, but to be referred to a piece of property? It was something Chloe was still coming to terms with.

Simon smiled, sympathetic. "Sorry."

"And you wouldn't have to say all that stuff to her." Chloe said, bringing the conversation back to the subject at hand. "You could have just said, 'No thanks, I'm sure Chloe will figure something out.'"

"You make it sound so easy."

"It is."

"That's easy for you to say. You just bat you eyelashes and flip your hair, and you get what you want."

"That is so not true."

"Oh, yes, it is a you know it. Your 5'3 of adorableness."

"Yeah, I've heard people say the same thing about a five year old."

"For the love of God Chloe, do you want the tutor or not?"

"I do, but if he's expecting something from me, it's not going to work out."

"Who said he's going to expect something from you?"

"He's a guy Simon!"

"Yeah, so is your boyfriend!"

A grumpy voice from the living from floated through the air, cutting they're conversation off.

"If both of you leave the house for the rest of the day and let me sleep, I'll tutor anybody in whatever subject." Derek said, half sleep and very grumpy.

Chloe peeked out and saw Derek was sitting up, swaying slightly, eyes glazed over, his mind elsewhere. Then his arms seemed to give out, and he sunk back down to the couch.

"Think he'll remember that when you bring it up later?" Simon said, eyebrows raised.

Chloe shook her head. "No. But he'll do it anyway, when I tell him he promised." She smiled at Simon. "And if that doesn't work, I'll bat my eyelashes and flip my hair." And then she took the pizza out from behind her and made a show of fluttering her eyelashes while she took a bite.