A/N: Shout out to Night Whisperer for reviews! Also go watch White House Down if you haven't Channing Tatum is scrumptious.
"Derek do you have any formal clothes at all?" Anya asked, looking through his monochromatic closet.
He sat on the bed, scratching the back of his neck. "No. Not really. I mean I never needed them."
"Oh god. We're going shopping. Now." Anya ordered, picking up the keys to his Camaro, and shaking a fake-asleep Isaac "awake."
"What? You can't drive. It's my car." Derek spluttered, and Anya only looked up at him and pouted a bit. He huffed and nodded gruffly while Isaac smirked.
They finished shopping in less than an hour, managing to get decent suits for all the boys, and a couple surprises for the girls. Derek and Isaac walked next to her, Derek mostly silent, but Isaac keeping the conversation flowing. Derek had tuned out, but when he began to pay attention again, he realized they were talking about school.
He cleared his throat, and for some unknown reason decided to join in. "So, are you already enrolled?"
Anya nodded, delighted that after an hour of stony silence, save grunts, Derek was talking again. "Yes, and I think I'm gonna get a job at the diner."
Derek turned towards her as he walked. "Missy's? I used to work there too."
She turned towards him too, her smile bright as ever as she replied, and Isaac walked a little behind them, the wheels in his mind turning quickly.
"Derek!" Anya yelled, annoyed that he was still sleeping.
"G'way I'm tired." He mumbled, his face buried into his pillow.
"Well Mr. I'm Tired, the council isn't going to wait." She announced, nodding at Isaac on the other side of the bed and grabbing on to one of his feet and pulling. They succeeded in waking him up, that was for sure. "What the hell guys?" Derek yelled, his face red and his hair sticking up in different directions. Isaac smirked and left the room, already dressed and showered and Anya stood up straight on his bed and put her hands on her hips.
"You are going to get up and get ready because the council expects you in thirty minutes." Derek sat up, his comforter falling away and his chest coming into view, Anya stared for a moment, embarrassed, and Derek simple looked at her, shocked at her tone, and gloating at his effect, and raised his eyebrow. "What?" Anya challenged, blushing but clearly not backing down. "Nothing. This was different for sure." Derek answered. Anya looked down and he got up, stretching to his full advantage. She struggled to look away, and her blush was more obvious this time. He walked to the door of the connected bathroom and stepped inside, mumbling low beneath his breath before he closed the door. "Take a picture next time, Anya. It'll last longer." Ignoring her squeal of indignation, he closed the door, and chuckled to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. It was going to be a long day.
