A/N Hello everyone! OMG I love you guys and your reviews! You help me update faster! Sadly my sequel to In His Mind isn't doing to good. So you would make me happy if you went over and read it. You don't have to review just read and If you want to tell you how it was go ahead. But i thought it was weird that the first story got 110 reviews and that one has 5. See the differance. You don't have to do though. Well I hope you all enjoy this update(sorry it's kind of short)
~Axelrocks~
Chapter 7
Chloe's POV
"Are you hungry?" I asked Derek when we walked out of his room and headed towards the kitchen.
"Of course," he chuckled. "Aren't I always?"
And I knew that was true.
"Duh," I laughed. "I knew that." We walked into the kitchen. "So what do you want?"
He shrugged. "What do you have?"
I smiled. "I have no idea." This was my home and I had no idea what was in it. Hmmm, what would a single man living alone have? I don't know, we would just have to look around a little.
He laughed and together we began looking through the cupboards. Nothing seemed to catch my attention or Derek's either. But he was probably waiting for me to choose something. Of course. Then I reached for the last cupboard door the same time Derek did. Our hands touched, and it was like I had just been shocked. I jerked my hand back. What was that?
"Sorry," he mumbled and stepped back from the cupboard. Had he felt it too?
I tried to laugh it off. "Well let's see what's in here?" I opened it. "Cereal! Yes my favorite meal to cook!" I exclaimed and laughed.. I turned to him. "Sound good?"
He nodded. "Anything would be good now."
"Well consider yourself lucky. You didn't have to taste any of my cooking tonight."
He grabbed two bowls and two spoons. "Your cooking isn't that bad." Of course he would say that. He was the perfect gentleman.
I laughed at him. "Yeah, right. Do you even know what I made those couple times?"
"Uh..." he looked lost. That's what I thought.
I smirked. "See. Whatever it was, it was so burnt no one knew what it was. I didn't even know and I was the one who made it, too!"
"Maybe you've gotten better. You never know." I handed him the box and he poured cereal into both of our bowls. I poured the milk.
"Ha!" I couldn't help but say. "I think it should be a law to not let me anywhere near or a stove."
He chuckled.
"I hope you like cereal and toast because that's all I can make without burning. Well, I guess I can't make any promises on the toast though. Toast is kind of iffy sometimes. It depends if I'm paying attention or not." I picked up my bowl and he followed suit with his. He was laughing at the things I was saying.
"Here," I said. "I have a place to eat." I turned and smiled at him. "You're going to love the view."
I led him to a glass sliding door and opened it. We walked out into the balcony. It had two lawn chairs and the a grill, which was covered up. I didn't know when the last time my dad actually cooked on it. Well actually I didn't remember when the last time my dad actually cooked. We were more of a take out family you can say.
Derek placed his bowl on the table between the two chairs and went to the railing and leaned on it. It was beautiful view, especially at night. This was the best part of staying in the penthouse. If you asked me I would rather live in the house in the suburb. That's where we were mostly when my mother was alive, and we had so many good times there, well we had some here too. But I still preferred it there. Because when we were here it always meant dad had to do some business work and he wouldn't be here most of the time.
"Wow, what a view," he admired.
"Told you," I said and stood next to him reminiscing all the good times we had on this balcony. Dad would cook on the grill, me and my mom would point out different things on the streets below. That was so long ago. I missed those times. I missed my mother. I missed her so much.
"Chloe, what's wrong?" Derek asked me, his emerald green eyes filled with concern.
I gave him a perplexed look. "What do you mean?" I was fine. Did I not look fine?
"You're crying," He said and I was surprised when he wiped away a tear from cheek.
Where had that come from? I don't remember crying.
"I'm fine," I said and turned away knowing he wouldn't believe me so I took a seat and ate my cereal. Knowing I couldn't answer any of his questions if my mouth was full. Derek followed suit and I could feel him looking over at me once in awhile. He was still worried. Did he really care about me? Or did he think I was going crazy and I was going to kill him in his sleep later?
It was probably the latter.
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Two empty bowls later I began to shiver. It had gotten considerably colder out.
"Do you want me to get you a blanket?" Derek asked. Of course he was wearing short sleeves and didn't even look one bit cold.
I smiled at him, happy that he cared. "No, thanks. I think I'm going to go to bed. We have a big shopping trip tomorrow."
I laughed when Derek groaned. "That sounds like fun," he said.
I stood up. "You can stay up as long as you want. Anything in the kitchen you can have." I found myself rambling, so I stopped.
"I think I'll stay up a little bit longer. Just look out at the view."
"That' fine. See you in the morning. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
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Derek's POV
I watched her retreat into the apartment and head to her room. To tell you the truth I was tired, but I wanted to stay up a little to keep watch. If Nate tried to sneak in here somehow I would be ready. There was no way he was going to get within ten feet of Chloe. I wouldn't allow it.
I sat there for awhile, just thinking. I was thinking about Simon and Tori. They were together? Really? And I was thinking about Andrew, too. But mostly I was thinking about Chloe. Even if he I tried I could probably never stop thinking about her. The more I thought about the more I figured that she was probably my mate after all. They protectiveness I feel towards her. That was defiantly a possibility.
I don't know how long I was there thinking, but suddenly I heard a scream. I immediately shot to my feet.
Chloe!
