"Let's try this again, shall we?" Taylor made a face as she restarted her game and waited for it to load. "God, do you always have to do this to me?' she mumbled to herself as she started to move her soldier through the terrain of the game.
"No."
"Then why do you do it?"
"Cause its fun. And. I'm bored."
"Oh, thanks, Derek." Taylor rolled her eyes before she started shooting at her opposed enemy who responded back by throwing grenades.
"No problem." Derek said back as he earned another win, having defeating his enemy for the tenth time that day. He laughed openly when he heard his friend make a frustrated noise and then a loud bashing noise. "You know, throwing the controller is so childish. And it isn't healthy."
"SHUT UP." Taylor snapped her voice loud and echoing through the phone that was sitting atop Derek's desk. This only earned another laugh from her friend, which she made another frustrated noise before she hung up. "Bastard." Taylor said as she did this.
Derek sighed as he hung up on the dial tone and turned off his videogame console, placing the controller in the small space beside the large machine. "Her anger always gets the better of her." Derek said to himself before he left his room, heading outside.
He wasn't surprised to see Taylor coming down the sidewalk, her hands crossed tightly over her chest as she didn't look in his direction, but instead keeping her gaze across the street.
"I know, sooner or later, that you're going to start talking to me again, so don't expect me to say anything about your anger problems." Derek said as he shut the door behind him and then joined her where she stopped at the end of his driveway.
"Hmph." Taylor crossed her arms tighter and then started walking again, the fury rolling off of her in threads of steam. Derek rolled his eyes before he started after her, heading towards the general direction of the mall, where they usually went, every Saturday.
But this Saturday wasn't exactly the same as the other Saturdays that led up to it.
Everyone shuffled in and out of the stores, the ages ranging from teenagers to young adults. From the teenagers who darted between the clothing stores and then the food court, to the young adults who were looking at the sporting goods stores and the older people clothing stores, like Macy's, to Hallmark and all the other little knick knack stores.
Taylor made a face as she and Derek passed a group of preppy pink dressed girls, most of which hand blonde hair or light brown with the fake blonde highlights. She turned her head away when they gave Derek a look of interest and laughed when she caught one of disgust. Derek, in general, paid no attention to any of the looks they gave to him, usually giving a dirty look in return to the looks that they would give them.
When this group had grown out of earshot, carrying their little brown Hollister Co. Aeropastale, and determined faces for American Eagle, Taylor turned to Derek. "How can you stand it?"
"Told you you'd talk to me." Derek smirked. "And I don't. I don't even care about them, I don't even know them. So why should I care?"
Taylor raised an eyebrow as Derek turned into Spencer's, leaving her outside the doorway with a confused look. "But you didn't know me before now, and you cared about me." She said as she walked inside, following him to the shirts. Derek didn't say anything, instead acting preoccupied with looking for a particular band shirt.
"Hm." Taylor decided not to push it and headed to the other side where the shirts had a square of their front, and then the shelves underneath them to hold the shirts. She examined the displays before she started to look for her size to a shirt that interested her.
When they were done they left and started walking around, heading for the next store, which usually lost to Spencer's because the graphics of their shirts were slightly poor compared to those Spencer's sold. Hot Topic. As they headed inside, Derek mumbled "Twilight faggots." to a group of somewhat heavy set girls who were squealing over Edward Cullen's face that was smacked on a plain black short sleeved shirt. Taylor giggled before she headed to the back and Derek looked at the shirt display that was the same as the one Taylor looked at back at Spencer's.
And hour later, Derek and Taylor headed off towards the food court. While Taylor sat at one of the tables, Derek went up to order the food. When he came back with the tray, he had a weird look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Taylor asked as she watched him sit down with the tray and the weird look. "What happened?"
"Uhm.." Derek though for a moment, his dark eyes contemplating on whether or not he should say it. "Nothing. It was nothing. Heh." Derek passed her the food she asked for and the change since she payed for it. Taylor didn't exactly fall for this so easily, watching him as he bit into what he ordered, one of his hands shaking.
"I know something happened." Taylor mumbled, giving him one of her stern looks when she found out he wasn't telling her something. "Tell me."
"It was nothing, don't worry about it." Derek said, looking at his friend and her look. For someone who dressed in a lot of dark colors, usually ranging from the guy's band shirts to dark jeans, she didn't look very mean or evil like some did. She had a nice face and usually had either a smile or a really pissed off look plastered to her pale face.
As for him, he wore similar clothes, but his face usually looked pissed and mean, his dark hair falling to his shoulders, his dark brown eyes not even giving any true emotion but some form of anger. Taylor of course didn't even flinch when he actually gave her a pissed off look, which would probably bother some if he looked at them like that, but she didn't even bother, she knew what type of person he was. He was nice, when you got to know him, and she knew him well enough to know his past and why he's like how he was. He was nice to her and his other closest friends, but those he hated usually earned the dirty looks, as for those he knew he wouldn't like.
"I'm not an idiot, Derek. I know something happened." Taylor pursed her lips. Derek still didn't say anything so she shrugged and began eating.
Derek still didn't say anything as he ate and when they were finished they threw their trash away and picked up their bags, heading out towards the exit doors where they came in at.
On their walk home, Derek pulled out his new Metallica shirt that he got at Hot Topic and held it out in front of him. "I was almost shit out of luck, I got the last shirt in my size and I saw a fat guy eyeing it when he walked in." Derek eyed his shirt's design.
"Of course, you're the one to take the last thing left when someone else is going for the same thing." Taylor snorted. "Must be something about you that makes that happen."
"Make what happen?"
"You always end up being the one to get the last thing left of something so everyone else is shit out of luck, but I have to deal with seeing other people with the same shirt. You don't have to worry about too many people getting something the same as you because you always take the last one."
"Sucks for you."
"Oh shut up."
Derek muttered, "Fine." before he fell silent as they headed towards his house.
"Later." Taylor called before she headed off down the street towards her own house.
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Okay, so I decided to redo the Survivalism story, AGAIN. I know, I know. I never finished the first remake, or the original first. I'm still using the two main characters, I won't add Ben or Regina (aka Hikaru) in this story, but I am keeping Jason, Katie, and Rico. Lol. I like them guys ;_; I might also keep some of the parts from the old story, like the interrogation part. Derek still gets beat up.
Ha.
-Sacrifice