Hey, everyone. This is Chloe's song fics, and I thought I'd start it out with a weird song. This isn't the sad song I was talking about, that'll come later. I think. Anyway. Here we go. The song belongs to the Sick Puppies: Odd One. Also, I don't own any of the characters.

Odd one you're never alone,
I'm here and I will reflect you,
Both of us basically unattached to anything or anyone unless we're pretending,
You live your life in your head,
Some call it imagination,
I'd rather focus instead on anything except,
What I'm feelin,
What I'm feelin,
Odd one...

Hey,
It's gonna be OK,
Hey,
We're gonna laugh at this one day,

Odd one I wish I was you,
You're never concerned with acceptance,
We are all desperately seeking out and fitting in with any one who will accept us,
But not you,
Odd one...

Hey,
It's gonna be OK,
Hey,
We're gonna laugh at this one day,

Hey,
It's gonna be OK,
Hey,
Gonna laugh at this one day,

Hey,
It's gonna be OK,
Hey,
We're gonna laugh at this one day,

Don't let someone tell you you're no-one,
Don't let someone tell you you're no-one,
Odd one...

Chloe came home trying not to cry. Kit and Lauren had agreed that it might be safest to send the kids to school again. Chloe hated it. Ghosts saw her glow, and tried to talk to her. So half the time she looked like she was either talking to herself, or she had a tick, shaking her head slightly to tell them she couldn't talk at the moment. And that was only the ones that she could tell were ghosts. The ones that didn't look any older than her, they were the ones that always got her unwanted attention.

People treated Derek like he was a threat, like he was weird, like her, but it didn't seem to bother him; the taunts, he could ignore better than her, obviously. The sneering looks, they bounced off of him. But not her. She felt the sting of every word, plus the fact that they made fun of her stutter. She hated the school, she hated going everyday.

The stutter thing, that was normal. She was used to people making fun of her stutter. But with the stutter, she could always make friends, too, some one brave enough to risk their invisible status or their semi-normal status to talk to the new kid with the stutter. Now that she was wary of everyone, she couldn't make friends without wondering if they were spies for the Edison Group or a Cabal. Plus, not many people wanted to talk to the crazy girl. Tori made friends. She was happy going to school, in her computer applications classes and being popular. Simon was, too, but he always pointed out that Chloe was his friend whenever someone would say something to make fun of her. It was nice, but she didn't want to have to be taken care of.

Derek was the only one who could understand, and not even him really, because it didn't bother him as much as it did her. She wished she could be like him, not worried about what people thought.

"Chloe." Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. She thought wryly, turning to face him with a forced smile on her face. He touched her cheek, fingers going away wet. She grimaced. "Why're you crying?" he demanded, setting his book bag down near her bedroom door.

"Rough day, that's all. I felt that I needed to have a good cry." She smiled again, this time way too brightly. He stared at her for a moment, sort of grimacing like she'd scared him.

Instead of asking why she was being weird, he asked, "Rough day how?"

"Ghosts, people making fun of me, people hating me, me hating life..." She shrugged easily, as if it was no big deal. Unfortunately, Derek had become well versed in her voice tones, and her facial expressions, and he was learning to tell when she was forcing herself to be okay.

"Chloe...what do you mean people making fun of you?" he asked gently. Her eyes narrowed.

"It doesn't matter, Derek. It's just the stupid ghosts, trying to talk to me during the day." She shrugged, trying not to lose her temper; worse, her lip trembled. "It's just that, you know, people sort of get that way with you, and you don't even notice, because you don't care what they think, what they say. I wish I was like you, I really do. That way I wouldn't be worried about being accepted, but I can't help but get upset when they call me Schizo, or S-stutter." She glowered. Derek's face was pale, lips pressed tightly together.

"What," he said very softly, "did you say they called you?"

"And then there's the ghosts that won't leave me alone. I get called Twitch for that, because I'm shaking my head just a little bit to tell them to go away, and they won't. It's not fair that people judge me because of that. And I really don't want to care what they think, but they're so insistent on calling me names, and being loud and making sure I hear them or see them when they're making fun of me." There was an odd rumbling noise; at first, Chloe thought maybe she was trembling, but then she realized Derek was growling, very low in his throat. Chloe laughed.

"I thought you didn't care what they said, but maybe you do?"

"They can say what they want about me, I don't give a damn. It's you. Why the hell-" he cut off, still growling and sounding exceptionally wolf-like. "Why?" he spat. "Just, why." Chloe blinked, realizing that his anger had calmed her down. She giggled.

"Hey, it'll be alright." She whispered, suppressing more giggles. "We'll look back at what silly teenagers we were one day, and we'll laugh." He looked at her and relaxed a little. She still wanted acceptance, she did; no one wants to be seen as a freak or outcast, or at least made fun of. But she also realized that, well, the acceptance she wanted was not from those people.

"Still." His upper lip skinned back from his teeth to show a teeth-baring smile. "Wanna point them out?"

"No. It's fine. It'll still bother me..." She hesitated. "But I think the people who matter don't find me too weird." Derek thought for a moment.

"Yeah, Simon thinks your powers are cool."

"Derek!" He gave her an innocent look.

"What? Tori. Yeah, she thinks your powers are creepy."

"Derek!" She was actually getting a little nervous, even though she could TELL he was joking; how pathetic.

"I'm kidding, Chloe." He reached out and hugged her tightly, laughing still. "Of course, I think you're weird."

"Hey!" She started pulling back, but he wouldn't let her go.

"You're this teeny-tiny little girl with an almost unnatural love for scary movies; you also have a power that will probably help you with your movies. Mind you, you don't look the part, for a horror film creator/director."

"But-"

"But?"

"You don't find it weird that I can raise the dead?"

"You don't find it weird that I can change into a wolf?" he shot back, clearly done with the conversation. She smiled secretly, then kissed him deeply, feeling much, much better than she had that afternoon.

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! Review, please! Just tell if you like it! ^^ Thanks! -Izzy