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Chapter Four

CPOV

One day I was sat in Mr Bae's living room watching Simon and Derek play some racing game and I started to think about how close the three of us have become.

The last two weeks have been great. Me, Derek and Simon have all become best friends and spend every possible moment together. Simon and Derek both taught me how to play soccer and basketball, I'm not very good and the boys are always scared of hurting me because I'm so small especially Derek, he goes into full panic mode any time I scrape my knee. I often have lunch and dinner at Mr Bae's house. We play computer games and watch movies. We have even been talking about building a tree house and Derek said he will come some plans on how to build it.

As I watched them I thought about my relationship with Simon and Derek. Simon is already like my big brother, he knows how to cheer me up, he challenges me to games and we just have a laugh. He even stuck up for me when his sister, Tori, came to stay last weekend, she isn't a very nice person but I have a feeling that she has her reasons for that. Derek is different; I think I'm closer to him than I am to Simon and that probably has something to do with the first time we met. Derek is very protective of me. He's always making sure that I am okay, that I am warm enough, that I get enough to eat, that I'm not too tired etc. Like the other day when I walked into the bathroom door Derek was almost panicking and was insisting to his dad that they should call an ambulance in case I had a concussion, I didn't know what a concussion was but by the look on Derek's face I guessed that it wasn't a good thing, after a while he calmed down enough to see that it wasn't that serious but he refused to let me so much as lift a finger for the rest of the day. I rubbed my hand over my slight bruise on my forehead as I thought about it. He really is very sweet but with others he seems to wear a mask and doesn't want anyone outside of me and his family to see the real him.

I watched as Simon jumped up and cheered as he beat Derek in that race and I caught Derek's lips twitch in amusement. He then turned to me and asked if I wanted to play the winner and I told him he could have a rematch. As they set the game up again I thought about their physical differences.

Simon was taller than me, then again most kids older than six are taller than me, but he was still small for his age. He is Korean with bright blonde spiky hair, which he says he hates because he always gets people asking him if he's dyed it. He had almond eyes and almost always had a big smile that you just couldn't help but smile back at.

Derek was almost the complete opposite of Simon. He is quite tall for his age; I barely come up to his shoulder. He has a mop of jet black hair and the brightest green eyes that I have ever seen. Derek is also very strong and I have a feeling that this is one of the reasons that he is so careful around me, I once caught him lifting up the sofa one handed to find a DVD that had slid underneath. Derek also isn't much of a talker, unlike Simon; he grunts an answer more often than he actually talks. Derek also has a tendency to scowl a lot but he seems to have a beautiful smile that he saves just for me and judging by Mr Bae, Simon and even Tori's expressions the first few times I'm guessing that Derek smiling isn't something they are used to seeing so I decided that every smile he gives me must be precious and always be remembered. This was one of the reasons I had asked my dad to buy me a camera, which was now hidden behind my back. I waited until the boys were completely focused on the game on the T.V. screen and both of them were smiling and I took the camera out from behind me as sneakily as I could and before I missed my opportunity I snapped the picture. As soon as the flash went off both boys looked at me shocked and I giggled but then I heard the sound of explosions on the screen and looked to see they had both crashed there cars I doubled over laughing. They looked at each other for a second then looked back at me and both started laughing with me.

One Week Later

DPOV

Me, Simon and Chloe were all stood at the edge of the woods watching as my dad carried the planks of wood towards the tree that we were going to build our tree house in. I offered to help but dad didn't want me to use too much of my strength in front of Chloe. She didn't know what we were and dad thinks that she doesn't even know what she is. I thought we should tell her that she is a necromancer but dad said that it isn't our right to tell her something like that, we finally agreed that as long as she isn't seeing any ghosts then there is no need for her to know just yet. That was the only thing me and dad have ever argued about.

"I c..can't wait. I've n..never had a t..tree h..house b..before." Chloe stuttered excitedly as she practically bounced where she stood.

"just be careful not to flatten your thumb with the hammer like someone I know did trying to nail a drawing to the wall" I said smirking in Simon's direction. Chloe giggled at that, god I loved the sound of her giggle.

"Hey, I'm not the genius who suggested it" Simon said then glanced at Chloe as he explained. "Tape wouldn't hold it, and science guy here explained that the paper was too heavy for the adhesive. So I got some nails." I rolled my eyes at that.

"Which is why since then I have kept my tools locked away" dad said as he walked past with another arm full of wood. "I'm making an exception on this so please be careful"

It took us three days to build the tree house, with some help from dad. The tree we were using wasn't far into the woods, you could still see the house from it through the bushes but it was far enough that it was hidden unless you knew it was there. There weren't too many accidents when building it, though Simon did nearly flatten his thumb again. I was really worried that Chloe would hurt herself, especially when in the trees but it turns out she is a pretty good climber despite her usual clumsiness when on the ground. By the fourth day Chloe insisted on decorating it to make it seem more 'homey' her words not mine. She ran back to her house and came back with a box of things that was almost as big as her. She demanded that we leave her for an hour while she decorated and though I didn't like the idea of leaving her in the woods on her own she gave me that look that made reminded me of an angry kitten and I knew I had to do as she said. It was then that I realised that I would always do what she wanted, whether she knew it or not she had me wrapped around that cute little finger of hers.

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