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Happiness He Had
Italics flashback
Derek stood on his front porch, watching Scott and his girlfriend. Derek didn't see why Scott was dating her, after all, it was Allison's father who was trying to kill both of them. Did the boy have a death sentence or something? In Derek's opinion, Scott was on a suicide mission. Rather because Allison's father could kill them both or because Scott could kill all of the people he loved, he didn't know.
Derek turned and walked back into his home. He didn't feel like explaining his reasons for being at his old, burnt home today. The house was still his home, that's what people didn't get. Just because the Hale house was burnt, it didn't make it any less worthy of being his home. There was childhood memories there. This was the place that had claimed his families lives.
Derek sat down on the couch, listening to Scott and Allison's laughter. He had been in love once, when he was in high school, but that had been taken from him. The happiness he had had.
Sixteen-year-old Derek Hale stood in front of his messy locker, realizing that maybe he should throw out some of the junk. It was getting to be a pain to open his locker and have an avalanche of books and papers fall out, causing him to be late to class because he had to pick it up.
"Derek," a girl called. He looked up to see a pretty blonde coming towards him. He quickly grabbed what he needed and slammed his locker shut before she could see the mess.
"Hey, Aria," Derek said, hopping he had gotten the entire mess put away. The blonde stopped deside him.
"So, how was your weekend?" she asked, casually. He shrugged.
"Okay, I guess."
"That's good."
"Yeah," he said. They were silent. He thought of the term "awkward silence" that his friends always used. This wasn't the case. It was never awkward around Aria. "So, how was your weekend?"
Aria shrugged. "Suckish. My mom dragged me all over the mall looking for the perfect dress for the perfect girl for the dance," she said and looked at him quickly. "My mom's words, not mine." Derek nodded.
"Okay."
"Yeah…so, you are going to the dance, aren't you?" she asked shyly. Derek shrugged. "Come on, you have to go!"
"Is it mandatory?"
"Erm, no, but it'll be fun."
"Then, I don't have to go, now do I?" he asked. She rolled her eyes. "You going with anyone?"
"No, are you asking?"
"Perhaps."
"See you at seven."
"Seven," he repeated as she walked away.
Aria's family moved a month after the dance. Aria never said she was leaving, she just never showed up at school, and Derek finally asked where she was after her not returning his calls. Her father had gotten a job in China.