I Got This, You Got This
One-shot 3:
"Gotta Have My Bowl, Gotta Have Cereal"
Summary: "Simon said sharing is caring." Of course. Teaching Derek manners. Too bad he never used them until it conflicted with the wants of someone else. Namely, his girlfriend.
"I knew it." The deep voice made me jump, scattering bits of food on the couch. The living room was dark, the only light coming from the muted television screen. That didn't stop me from trying to brush off the crumbs and discreetly shove the bowl under a throw pillow, but it was no use and Derek told me so.
"You're the one who stole the Lucky Charms," he held out a hand. "Hand them over."
I shushed him, peeking over the top of the couch to look at the doorway. It was late, but anyone could be up at this hour, sneaking around. Getting up to go to the bathroom. Eating a bowl of cereal on the sly. But, no. Just Derek. No one else in sight.
He stepped over, arm reaching forward to yank the bowl of magically delicious cereal from my clutches. I held it out of his range. "Nuh-uh. No way. Get your own."
"I would, but someone took the entire box." A pointed look told me he knew who it was now. "Come on, fork it over."
Faking it, telling him I had no idea what he was talking about, wouldn't work. I knew he could smell the sugar and sweetness, and he knew I knew. It just didn't seem fair that the moment I got to eat in peace, he would ruin it. "You and Simon devoured the last box."
"So? Sharing is caring."
"Who told you that?"
"Simon." Of course. Teaching Derek manners. Too bad he never used them until it conflicted with the wants of someone else. Namely, his girlfriend.
Coming upon unhealthy foods was rare with Kit and Aunt Lauren doing the grocery shopping. Kit was used to buying foods for a diabetic son, and Aunt Lauren, being a doctor, wasn't much better. Sometimes, they'd relent, realizing the majority of the household were teenagers. Teenagers who wanted more than salads and fruits in their diets.
So far, the adults had let loose with the cereal. Not by much, though. One box of Lucky Charms compared to the many bagels and breakfast bars and glasses of orange juice. Healthy breakfast means more energy for the day, they said. So, they weren't going to load us up on junk food early in the morning. Us kids could care less. Even Tori was ready to scarf down something extremely fattening and threatening to her slim figure, which meant we were all about to go crazy with the lack of yummy treats.
Since we were all acting like starving vultures, the Lucky Charms were bound to be eaten quickly. I had known this as I had been unpacking groceries that morning. Fear of not getting my own bowl had prompted me to stealthily slip the box from the cabinet. Simon and Tori would never figure out I'd taken it. Derek, on the other hand...
"If I give it to you, you'll eat it all."
"No, I won—Fine. Yes, I will. I'm hungry."
"Eat some crackers!" I had to launch myself off the couch as Derek climbed over it. Holding the bowl close to my chest, I tried to make it out of the living room. Derek leaned over, stretched out his arm and grabbed me by the waist. Before I knew what was happening, I was being pulled back and down, the ceiling flashing above my eyes. And then I was on the floor, Derek having tackled me. Lucky Charms had spilled all over my neck and the floor.
"Now look what you did!" Wasted. That glorious cereal, now collecting dirt and germs on the ground, Derek eying them thoughtfully. "Please tell me you're not considering still eating them."
"No." He rolled his eyes and sat up, but the slight pinkness of his cheeks told me he had. Him and his werewolf appetite. Cute, but I didn't tell him that, saving him the embarrassment.
Wiping off the cereal sticking to my throat, I sat up, kneeling in front of me. The back of my head hurt from where it banged against the carpet, but it didn't feel like any serious damage. Derek must have been worried about that, when he saw me massaging the spot through my hair. I might have a bump there tomorrow, but I wasn't going to make him feel guilty. He was already giving me that whipped puppy dog look, the one that figured I was angry at him for knocking me over and spilling the bowl of dry cereal. I wasn't, really, but he didn't need to know that.
"I'll get us the box." Now, he was grinning, hunger eagerly awaiting the snack. "But you better keep where I hid it a secret. No telling Simon." I wasn't worried about his telling Tori. He wouldn't willingly give up its whereabouts to someone who, just that afternoon, told him he smelled like wet dog.
"And if I do?" Blabbing to Simon, however, was another story. Partners in food-stealing crime, those two.
My face was inches from his, our breath mingling. Green eyes flicked to my mouth, then back into my gaze, expectantly. I got even closer, whispering, "You don't want to find out."
Then I got up, off to get us the Lucky Charms, left him sitting there to think it over.
Authoress's Notes: Hope you all have a wonderful Friday! Maybe you'll even go see Harry Potter. That's what I would be doing right now...if I had money and transportation to the movie theatre at midnight... Oh well, I'll see it soon enough. Until then, I'll diligently work on a DP collection that shows "Friday" in a more favorable light.
I enjoyed writing this one-shot just because I don't think I really get to write Derek and Chloe in such playful moods. And there are many more to come after this. Most of my plans for this collection have fun/playful Chlerek situations. There'll be some angst, but for the most part, I like to keep it light. As the wise (insert sarcastic laughter here) Rebecca Black once said: Fun, fun, fun, fun.
I hope all of you out there keep it fun today. I know I will. ;D Thanks for reading/reviewing!
