Wow, you guys really liked that. Isn't Derek a little too... Stupid? I mean, seriously? A gay affair? Get your teenage boy mind out of the gutter! Thanks for all the reviews, they're awesome! :D I'll do this by having it in Chloe's point of view and then starting again at the beginning for Derek's point of view. I had some questions as to wether he tells Simon or not, and yes, he will tell Simon. Oh and this chapter is just gonna be Chloe then the next will be this in Derek's POV.

Disclaimer- I own nothing but the damn plot:(

CPOV

"Liz, can you help me clear the table?" I asked. The boys cooked dinner, so it's our turn to clean.

"Sure," she said, picking up all the silverware. The boys just kind of sat at the table and watched.

"I wash you put away? I suck at placing things in the dishwasher. Whenever I do it, everything falls out on the first person to open it." Liz made a face then stuck out her tongue.

"That's good, I hate washing the dishes anyways. All the nasty little bits of left over food gross me out."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. We talked with the guys while we worked, until Simon decided to go and get ready for bed and Derek went to take a shower. Liz and I didn't really talk cus the movie from earlier really freaked us out. Next time we watch The Haunting In Connecticut, remind me to keep the lights on.

"Did that movie freak you out too?" I asked Liz. I don't want to just come out and say it scared me without finding out if she was freaked too, I'm skittish but movies are my playing field.

She nodded anxiously. "I'm so having nightmares tonight."

"I was even freaked out, and I'm never freaked out by scary movies. I'm the type of person who can sit through a horror flick without even flinching, but will scream at the top of my lungs if I'm next to the toaster when it pops."

She stifled a laugh. "Yeah, that sounds like you."

After we finished we went upstairs to our and plugged my iPod into the speakers we convinced Andrew to get.

"What song do you want?"

"Um..." Liz bit her lip in thought. "How about... Mine by Taylor Swift." I put on the song.

"Hey you wanna do something really fun?" Liz asked excitedly. I shrugged, not like I have anything better to do.

"Sure, what is it?"

"First we both do this"-She got down into a split with one leg in front of her and one leg behind-"then this"-she reached forward and grabbed her shoe with both hands grunting with effort-"and then we see who can do it the longest." She got back up. "So do you wanna try?"

"Alright." I got down into a split the same time as Liz and did my best attempt at grabbing my sneaker. I missed the first time but got it on the second.

"Let's make this interesting," Liz suggested. "If I win, then you have to tell Derek that we're going shopping and when he asks why you'll say 'cus,' then he'll say he won't let you go until you tell him why you suddenly have to go, then guess what you're going to say?"

I blushed. "Please don't say what I think you're going to."

"You're going to say that it's because of period issues. That way you have your losing bet, and we get to go shopping. With your card of course." I don't think it was possible for me to blush any redder. Then I smiled.

"Impossible; he'll know that I'm lying."

"No, you stutter when you're embarrassed too, so he'll just think it's that," she said matter-of-factly.

"No, I mean how Derek can probably... smell... it."

Her face paled. "He can smell that?" I bit my lip and nodded.

"Well... then if I win you have to... take a shower and then walk back to our room in only a towel. I'll make sure that Derek walks by when you're in the hall. You can say that you forgot your clothes, but he has to see you."

I blushed harder. "Well, if I win then you have to... wear a tight shirt without a bra and go ask Simon if he's seen it. You can wear a bra after but you have to ask and you cannot cover your chest with your arms."

It was her turn to blush. "Fine, let the best man win."

"No, let the best girl win."

"So about you and Derek..."

"There is no 'me and Derek."

"But you want there to be." She said it as more of a statement than a question, but I answered it anyways.

"You mean like how you wish there was a you and Simon?"

"I'll talk about Simon when you agree to answer my questions about Derek."

"Um... yeah, I guess we could do that." I just hope that she doesn't ask anything too embarrassing. I want to talk to another girl to sort out my 'feelings' for Derek, but I don't want to have to say anything too personal. "But I go first."

"Fine, shoot."

"Do you like Simon, and I mean as more than a friend?"

"Yes. Do you like Derek, and I mean as more than a friend?"

"Well, that's complicated," I said. Man this position makes it hard to talk.

"How so?"

"I use to like Simon"-Liz tensed-"but then I realized I liked him as more of a friend." Liz relaxed after I said that, but I don't think she even realized that she had tensed in the first place. "I know that I at least like Derek as a friend, but as more... I'm not sure."

"Okay. Let's try and figure it out as a distraction from the pain burning in our thighs and backs."

I nodded an agreement. This was really starting to hurt.

"When you hear his name, what comes to your mind? Liz asked.

"You sound like Dr. Phil."

"I see myself as more of an Opra."

"I guess," I grunted. "How about we call you Dr. Phopra?"

"Dr. Phopra thinks you're avoiding the question."

I sighed. "When I hear his name I think of how stubborn, short tempered, and is probably the stupidest genius I have ever met."

"Care to share any good things?"

"How he's protective, strong-mentally and physically-, really smart, makes me feel safe, puts everyone before himself, and-"

"Down girl my brain is on over load!" warned Liz.

I blushed-again. "Sorry."

"So you obviously like his personality. What about his looks?"

"What about his looks?"

"Well do you think he's cute?"

I stifled a laugh. "Cute isn't exactly the word I'd use."

"What about hot?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"U-um, I-I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yes, h-hot works."

"What about sexy?"

"You know I can't help but notice I haven't gotten to ask you any questions and- holy shit this is really starting to get uncomfortable!"

"I could do it all day," Liz sang mockingly.

"Well I can do it longer but do me a favor?"

"What?"

"No more talking; makes it harder."

"I agree."

(37 minutes later)

"I can't... feel... my legs..." I gasped. I really couldn't.

"I don't think I could get up if I wanted to," groaned Liz.

"What time is it?"

"We've been doing this for over a half hour, when did we start?"

"7:20."

"About 8:00."

I groaned.

"Ready to give up and lose?"

"In your dreams, Delany!" (A/N that's Liz's last name right?)

"Well, sucks for you. I have a trick to distract myself."

"So do I."

"What's yours?"

"I'm not telling!"

"Why not?"

"You'll use it," I accused.

"I'll tell you mine."

"I don't-"

I was cut off by the door opening up for us to see Simon and Derek. Simon had opened the door with Derek trailing close behind.

"Hey guys, we- what the hell are you doing?" Simon.

"Ouch," Derek remarked squirming. "Bodies shouldn't do that."

"You Change into a wolf, you really wanna talk about what bodies should and shouldn't do?" I questioned.

He shrugged. "Fair point, but uh... why are you guys doing that?"

"It's a long... painful story."

"Well get up, if you that for too long it'll cut off the blood flow and you won't be able to walk for a while." Oh, shit.

"Um.. exactly how long is too long?" I asked cautiously.

"'Bout fifteen minutes, why?" He eyed us carefully. Liz and I locked gazes.

"Oh God."

"How long have you been doing this?" Derek asked, scowl setting into place. He was gonna freak.

We didn't answer.

"Oh God! Simon pick up Liz!"

"Why-"

"Move!" Yep, he's mad.

He grabbed my torso and hefted me up. The moment my legs moved it felt as if they were being pricked with a million tiny needles. They were numb-like Derek predicted. I couldn't move them and it felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds. By the look on Liz's face I'd say hers felt the same. I sucked in a sharp breath. They set us down so that we were laying on our beds, propped up against our pillows.

Derek scowled at me. "What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea how st-"

"Don't say stupid," I warned.

"Why not, it was stupid!"

"Relax Derek, we were just having fun, we didn't know that this"-I gestured to my legs-"was going to happen."

"Well you shouldn't have done it anyways. You can keep doing stupid stunts like this one Chloe, when are you gonna learn?" he shouted. Oh, hell no.

"Why are you yelling at me, Liz and I were just doing a stupid bet! And I shouldn't be getting all the blame, so why do you always make things my fault?"

"Yeah Derek, don't just yell at Chloe, it was my idea," Liz interjected.

"Doesn't matter, she still went along with it," he replied, still scowling down at me.

"Ease off bro, they were just messing around," Simon defended. A weird look passed over his eyes when Simon said 'messing around,' but it was gone before I could name it.

A thought occurred me. "Liz, if we both got picked up at the same time, who won?"

She thought for a moment. "Do we both win?"

"But if we both win, then we also both lose."

"So... we both do it?" The weird look flicked across his face again when she said do it.

"Do what?" Simon asked curiously.

"Nothing!" Liz and I said.

"It was not nothing, what did you guys bet?" Simon pressed grinning excitedly.

"You really wanna know?" Liz asked. I gave her a look that said, 'what the hell!' She and gave me a look that said, 'just wait for it.'

"Yes, I really wanna know."

"Are you sure? It's pretty bad, Chloe thought she might puke if she had to. That's why this went on for over a half hour, neither of us wanted to do it."

"You did that for over a fucking half-"

"Derek, shut up. I wanna know what she was gonna say, this is getting interesting."

"Loser had to... uck, kiss you! Nasty!"

I burst out laughing at the expression on Simons face. Liz joined me and we laughed so hard our sides hurt. Derek looked at us like we were from another planet.

"You're joking."

Liz nodded her head. We stopped laughing and were gasping for air.

"Yes... she is." I gasped.

"So what was the bet?" he asked annoyed.

"We'll give you a hint," Liz giggled. We'd calmed down enough now to talk normally.

"Just spit it out already," Derek growled, obviously annoyed and pissed off. He's having some serious mood swings lately. If I didn't think it would piss him off more I'd accuse him of having PMS.

"Our two prices were different, but they both involved you. Now that's all you're getting so can we focus on more important matters? Like, oh, I don't know, us being able to walk again?" I asked. I'm not sure how long I can go without having control of my legs, I really have to pee, but Liz can't walk either and I am not having one of the guys help.

"I'll go get you guys some heated compresses to relax the muscles. Rub you legs and try to get into a pair of loose fitting pants, jeans aren't good for the circulation," Derek explained agitatedly.

"I'll get your pants," Simon said, rubbing the back of his neck while a light blush spread across his cheeks. He went into the closet and shuffled threw some clothes.

"Okay, I can't find any pajamas in here, only more jeans."

"Crap! I almost forgot, I put all of our pjs in the wash because I spilt grape juice on them and I didn't want it to stain," Liz sighed

"No sweat, I'll just loan you guys some basketball shorts. Be right back."

When Simon left Derek came in. "Keep these on for about a half hour while you rub your legs to help the blood flow."

We thanked him and did as he said without complaint.

"Does anything else hurt?" he asked, worry starting to out weigh his anger.

"No, we're fine," Liz answered. Derek looked at me. I nodded, meaning that she was right and I was fine. He rolled his eyes.

"First of all, you are not fine, you can't walk for probably the next hour and a half. Second, when it started to hurt, why didn't you guys get up? And third, how long were you like that?"

Liz and I exchanged a look then found a sudden fascination in our hands. "About 40minutes," I mumbled. It was quiet but I knew he heard it. My assumption was confirmed when I glanced up and his face was red with anger and he was scowling down at me. "You-"

Thankfully his rant was cut of by Simon entering the room.

"Alright, blue for Liz"-he tossed them to her-" and red for Chloe"- he tossed me my pair-" now we are going to leave so that you ladies can do your best at trying to change pants." He turned to go but Liz stopped him.

"Can you move me over to Chloe's bed, it'll be easier if we help each other?"

Simon shrugged and did as he was told. He set her down in the spot Derek had vacated and left the room with a departing smile.

"We're coming back to check on you in ten minutes," Derek warned. We nodded and waited for the door to shut before we started.

It was harder to do then I thought. Liz had to hold up my legs while I tried to pull them down. Then we had to try getting them up. That was harder, but we managed. We finished pulling up Liz's pants just as Derek came into the room.

"You should've knocked," I accused. "What if we had still been dressing?"

"Sorry," Derek mumbled. Simon gave us an apologetic grin.

"You should be fine later, try to go to sleep and call us if you need us," Simon said, while bringing Liz back to her bed. We both nodded and thanked them. When they were gone and we couldn't hear Simons footsteps anymore I turned to Liz. "We still doing it tonight or does this"- I waved to my legs-"complicate things?"

"It's certainly annoying but we should be fine when the tie comes. Did you set the alarm clock?"

"Yeah, bright early," I assured. "Maybe we should try and get some sleep."

So we did.

...

"Chloe! Chloe wake up!" I bolted up into a sitting position. My head connected with something hard and I groaned in pain. I rubbed my eyes and looked up to see Liz on the edge of my bed rubbing her forehead.

"You slept through the alarm clock and I had to wake you up. And your head is pretty hard."

I nodded my head tiredly and swung my legs over the dye of my bed. "Let's try sitting in the middle of the room, it might help."

I sat in the middle of the floor cross legged with Liz next to me. I closed my eyes and began to summon but was careful to put out a specific call for a ghost that could move objects. After about five minutes of summoning about 7 non-poltergeist ghosts, I finally found one. He looked like he was only a little older than us and had brown hair and brown eyes. He must have died recently because his clothes were pretty modern. He had a smile on his face that made me nervous, but tried to push it away. He hadn't thrown anything at us yet, that has to count for something right?

"H-hi, I'm Ch-Chloe and this is m-my fr-friend Liz, sh-she's a telekinetic h-half demon like y-you." I internally cringed at how much I stuttered, I didn't like seeming weak in front of this ghost. It would only give him power.

The ghost spoke. "Well hello there pretty little necro, my name is Royce. May I ask why such a powerful necro like you would summon a powerful poltergeist like me?"

I motioned for Liz to start asking him her questions.

"I was wondering if you would answer some questions I have about my power, since I know next to nothing about it," Liz said timidly.

Royce smiled and it sent chills up my spine. "Ask away."

For about 20minutes I sat there playing go between for Liz and Royce. He answered as best he could and I could tell that Liz was excited about getting these answers, but I wanted to get him to leave so that I could stop having the chill up my spine when he'd smile.

"Okay, last question, can you give me a demonstration of your power?" I shot her a sharp look. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with this.

"I was hoping you'd ask that," he said in a cool voice. The perfume bottle on the dresser rose and smashed in front of us. We screamed and scooted away.

"Chloe you need to banish him," Liz said in a panicked voice. I nodded vigorously and closed my eyes, envisioning him flying backwards. I struggled to stay focused while I heard thumps and shatters around me.

"Don't you da-" There was a faint popping sound and a glass fell. I opened my eyes and looked around. He was gone. Glass and make up cases were scattered all over the floor. We tried to stand up but slipped on the perfume and ended up falling back on my bed. We landed with me on my back half off the bed in a diagonal angle and Liz on top. I inhale deeply and let out a deep breath. That was scary. The door burst open and we both look up and see Derek standing there looking worried and confused. It's a wonder he didn't show up earlier with all the noise we made. He looked at all the objects on the floor, then finally at us. He looked surprised, disgusted, confused, angry, worried, and then finally, curious.

"What the hell is going on in here?" he asked in an angry tone.

Oh, damn it. We're in deep trouble.

Sorry I didn't write Derek's POV in this, but it was a long chapter. I actually have a friend who was in that leg situation before, it was scary. Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it. Review! ;D