Author's Note: I hope you guys will read this. I got a review telling me to update. I started yesterday and I'm writing this as I go. I doubt waiting a day is hard to do, but please keep reading even if I take awhile to write more.
Derek and I had been best friends when I was younger. I was in the car with him when the fire happened. I was going to spend the day there, but when we saw the fire he ran off. He tried to save them but Laura had to hold him back. I was staring at the fire, hearing the screams. I called the police as tears ran down my face. I faintly heard Derek screaming for his father, for anyone to respond. I remember him looking at me and saying it's all my fault. If they didn't need to pick me up after school at the middle school, they could have been here earlier and saved them. It broke my 11 year old heart. It's been seven long years after. Having never left, I used to visit his house when I had the chance. I even built a little cross and sometimes cried when I prayed, hoping for anything good to happen.
I shook my head to bring me back to the present as I stared at him. Before I could say anything, Scott pulled up and looked between me and Derek. I shook my head at him, silently hoping he wouldn't ask.
"Hey Rose, I'll let you in now, okay?" I nodded at Scott as I looked back to see Derek still staring at me, probably remembering the last thing he said to me. I smiled at Scott when he opened the door and then quickly left, realizing I needed time with Derek.
"Wanna come in Derek? Maybe we can catch up and start over as friends?" I asked shyly, hoping he would say yes because I missed him and didn't want him to still hate me when I did what I planned to do this Saturday. He nodded and I let him in. I told him to sit and watch TV while I changed.
I changed into some light blue jean shorts, and a purple tank top. As I walked back to the living room, I got a picture text from Thomas. It was of him and my best friend, Angie making out. I dropped my phone, and when I was going to pick it up, Derek bent over and grabbed it for me. He looked at the picture then at me questioningly. I sighed and looked at the ground, barely mumbling.
"He's my ex-boyfriend."
"Why would he send a picture like that?" He said quietly, hoping I would answer.
"He dumped me this morning, the girl in the picture was my best friend" I whispered hoping the tears wouldn't fall in front of Derek. Instead of him answering me, I felt his arms engulf me into a hug. I put my arms around his waist, as he was a good foot taller than me, and rested my head on his chest as silent tears fell down my face. We stayed like that for a couple minutes, then he pulled away and wiped my tears off my face. I gave him a small sad smile and told him just to ignore it. I knew if he left, I would go into my room and take out my blade. I don't cut on my wrist, I use my abdomen so I can hide it better.
"Do you want anything to drink?" I asked as we went back into the living room.
"Do you have soda?" Derek asked quietly, not wanting to make me cry again. Unbeknownst to me, he could smell the tears wanting to fall. He could also smell my cucumber melon perfume, along with the forest. I loved to run in the woods.
"Yeah, Mountain Dew like always?" I said while remembering his favorite soda from when were little. He smiled back, yes Derek Hale smiled for me, and said of course. I laughed at his enthusiasm. I returned with two glasses, one with Dr. Pepper and his Mountain Dew. I gave him his drink and we continued to talk. It was now almost 5 o'clock when I remembered that my mother and brother were out camping because I was scared of camping.
"Hey, where are you staying?" I asked him after taking a sip of my soda.
"At the old house with Laura" He grumbled. I choked on my soda and looked up him like he was insane, and he looked at me with concern.
"Why don't you and Laura stay here, I mean you guys don't have to, but if you want to you guys can. Don't think I'm trying to get you into bed or anything" I coughed embarrassed at how much I just rambled.