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Derek grumbled and punched his pillow a few times attempting to get some sleep.
Nope.
Nada.
Zilch.
Zero.
No tamale.
Mmm tamales...
His stomach grumbled. Ah so that was the problem. He was hungry again. He knew that was it but he hoped it wouldn't have to come to this. He was very comfortable.
But his hunger outweighed his protests.
So his inner wolf growling and sniffing the house for food he made is way downstairs.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs he was greeted by the sound of a movie and popcorn crunching.
The light from the TV screen bounced off his bare chest and he walked over to he couch, reached over, grabbed a handful off his girlfriend's popcorn and stuffed it in his mouth.
He walked away towards the kitchen the popcorn already devoured and he, his wolf, and his stomach all screaming and growling for food.
He opened the cabinets and fridge furiously. 'Gotta be something... Come on come on...' He thought impatiently.
Chloe came in wearing sweats and a yellow spaghetti strap and walked over to him
"What are you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Watching The Croods."
"Joy." Replied the werewolf sarcastically.
"Humph. Well you never did answer my question. Why are you up?"
"I'm hungry."
"But you ate dinner. And half of Simon's dinner. And some of Kit's. And then three extra helpings. With ham."
"What can I say? I'm a growing werewolf."
"Ugh. Whatever. Let's make you a weeks worth of food and watch the movie. I just started and we can rewind."
"Only if you make bacon"
And bacon she made. And they also got the Lucky Charms. And root beer. And a glass of water. And another bowl of popcorn. And yogurt. And Mac 'n' Cheese. And crackers. And two pears. And a peach.
So they went to watch the movie.
Halfway through Derek, spoke again.
"I'm hungry..." He mumbled sheepishly.
"Aw whatever. I need to work on my cooking skills anyways. Legs go his overgrown puppy."
"Woof."
Four hours later Kit, Aunt Lauren, Tori, and Simon walked downstairs groggily met with the sight of Murdoch Mysteries on the TV, piles of eaten food on the coffee table, floor and couch, and Derek and Chloe walking to the couch each holding mounds of food.
When they got there Derek put the stuff on a clear patch of floor, wiped everything off of the assorted furniture with his arm, picked the food up, set it down on the table and started eating.
He got everything but the orange that Chloe was peeling.
Confused and groggy they just went back upstairs to sleep waiting until a more godly hour to scold them about the lack of a marshmallowy cereal and bacon.
Except Simon and Tori. They walked over to the couch and held out their hands. Derek - understanding the gesture, reached over to the big plate of bacon strips and handed them each ten.
As they walked away he stole one of Simon's and popped it in his mouth.
One episode later he looked at Chloe. Wordlessly she got up and pulled him along already planning out the menu.
What could he say? He was a growing werewolf.