A/N: Sorry that this chapter took a while. Sorry it sucks. Hopefully you still enjoy? Maybe? Love you guys~

Chapter 4

Ib stared at the face of a mansion. Her mouth hung open at the sight of it. Derrick opened the door and in they went, down a long corridor that spilled into a nice living room.

There was a light brown couch, a nice dark leather chair, and a glass coffee table between the couch and a huge T.V. The floor; polished wood and the walls mahogany.

"152 inches." Derrick said.

"What?" Ib looked at him, confused.

"The T.V. It's 152 inches. What did you think I was talking about?" she was going to say something, but -of course- Garry interrupted.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asked. Ib couldn't help but smile at the blush forming on his face.

"Anythings fine."

"Well then." he coughed awkwardly. "I'll just uhhh... go make something." he disappeared behind a door that Ib assumed lead to the kitchen. Derrick had already sat down in the leather chair, his feet dangling over one of the arm rests. Ib sat down on the couch.

"Soooo..." Derrick said.

"So."

Awkward silence.

"How do you-"
"How old are-" they both said at the same time.

"Sorry. You go-"
"You first-" Ib glared at him. Derrick returned the gaze.

More awkward silence

"How old are you, Ib?" he asked.

"I'll be 16 tomorrow." she replied.

"Wow. Sixteen and no party. Damn shame..."

"I-it's okay. Anyway, how do you know Garry?"

"We've been friends for a while. He needed some help, so I gave it to him. Why do you ask?"

"Well. You guys just seemed... really... close? I guess?" Derrick turned to her.

"Wait. You mean like a... couple?"

"Y-yeah. Kind of?" Ib shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Suddenly Derrick started to laugh really hard. She looked at him with an odd expression. "Derrick?" she asked.

"You thought. Oh God. You thought we were DATING?!" he was laughing so hard at this point that he fell out of his chair.

"You mean... you're not gay?" Ib asked. Before Derrick could say anything, a loud crash came from the kitchen, along with a very colorful vocabulary. They went into the kitchen and found Garry on his knees picking up pieces of glass with his hands.

"What the hell did you do?!" Derrick asked. Garry glared at him.

"I reached of the red wine, but I knocked over the gin o-"

"MY GIN! YOU KNOCKED OVER MY GIN!?"

"I was calling for you so you could get it down for me, but you weren't answering." Garry continued to pick of the glass. "And if you would've let me finish, it was on accident."

"It doesn't matter! That's my gin you spilled on the floor!"

"Well who puts wine on the top of their fridge! You could have put it in a wine cooler, you could have put it IN the fridge, but you put it on top with all your other alcohol."

"It would've been fine if you yelled at me louder, or came and got me, or if you weren't such a damn klutz!" Ib coughed and both of the men's attention focused on her. Derrick cursed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck and Garry got up to throw away the glass in his hands.

"Go show Ib to her room, Garry. I'll clean up your fucking mess..." Garry basically dragged Ib out of the kitchen by her hand. He grabbed her suitcase and went up the flight of stairs. He went down the hall and stopped at the first door on the right.

"Here you are." he turned to her and smiled. "Now you get your things all set, and I'll call you when dinners done." the man started to walk away.

"Wait. I-is everything okay Garry?" he stopped walking but didn't turn to face her.

"Everything's fine. It's just like a dream." and with that, he was down the hall; leaving Ib contemplating his strange choice of words.

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Her room was huge. Almost half a football field wide and long. The carpet was pink, and the walls were green with white strips. In the right corner was a king sized bed with a night stand, on the wall next to the foot of it was a dresser, and she had her own personal bathroom with a separate shower and bath. She threw her suitcase on the bed, looking around the room. She spotted another door next to the bathroom. Through that door was a walk-in closet -that was the same size as her bedroom- full of clothes and shoes. Her mouth dropped.

"Do you like it?" she spun around and saw Derrick leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

"Y-yeah. It's just really big." he smiled, walking over to Ib and standing to the right of her.

"Well I'm glad." Ib pushed some of her hair behind her ear. They both stood there in silence. "I'll be leaving you know." Derrick turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Ib walked over to her suitcase and started to take the clothes out, putting them in her dresser. She finished; making her way down the stairs when she heard something. Slowly, she opened the kitchen door just a bit and saw Derrick pinning Garry to one of the walls. He was kissing him. Ib gasped a little, but didn't dare move. Suddenly, Derrick pulled away wiping his mouth.

"Why the fuck did you spit in my mouth?!" he yelled at Garry.

"I told you to stop!" Derrick grabbed a handful of Garry's hair, bringing their faces close together.

"Does it look like I care what you want?" he threw Garry against the wall. "The only reason you're not on the streets is because of me. The only reason you still have Ib is because of ME. If you don't do what I tell you, I can make her go back to foster care, and I know you don't want that. Do you?"

"N-no. Please don't do that." Garry begged. Derrick smiled at him.

"Then you better come to my room in thirty minutes." he turned to the kitchen door. Ib stopped breathing, sneaking behind a red statue. She heard him walk right past it do up the stairs. The girl ran back to her room, pacing back and forth. Garry had lied to her...

A/N: You the reader: What's Derrick and Garry's relationship?! Me: Does this chapter help a little? -evil smile-

GARRY! YOU LIAR! HOW COULD YOU LIE TO IB?!

bastard...

And to all those who flame about it... Shut the fuck up, chill the fuck out, and read. :3 Thanks to all of you who read this story! Sorry the chapter took a while. x/

and I'm also sorry that this chapter is shit. I just... I'm just... -sigh-

Butt fuck it. ((that joke was totally needed.))