Chapitre Huit
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
At dawn I fixed Derek and I breakfast. It wasn't as pleasant as the last few days. Neither of us were in our underwear, deciding on getting dressed as soon as we rolled out of bed. There wasn't any flirting or sexual innuendos. Only the sound of us chewing the bacon and eggs I cooked up.
The car ride was mute as well, needing silence incase we heard anything suspicious. There was nothing.
Derek parked the Tahoe at one of the entrances in the preserves, and we started off through the woods. My brown combat boots crunched the molding leaves on the forested floor, while Derek stomped along beside me. To say today wasn't a great day would be an understatement.
We searched for six hours and came up with nothing.
"I need a break," I declared as we rounded through another section of the forest, coming up clean. The most we found that was oddly suspicious were a group of teens, but the only act they were doing was smoking illegal substances in the middle of a clearing.
Derek nodded. "Okay."
"How about we grab something to eat and then grab a new couch?"
A light chuckle escaped him, "I like how you jump from food to shopping."
"My two favorite things, not including sex."
He rolled his artichoke hued eyes dramatically.
I bumped my hip with his. "Don't pretend you don't agree. Sex is pretty amazing."
"Yeah," Derek shrugged casually. "Well, I haven't had sex in a few years."
My jaw slacked. "Years?"
Stefan and I had sex a few months ago, but this had been our longest run without rolling around in the sheets. I'm not sure what had caused the long gap for us, but I suppose both of us had been getting older. He wanted more, and I didn't.
He scowled. "Do you really want to talk about my sex life?"
Jumping over a large boulder, I eagerly nodded. "There's nothing more that I want to discuss than your sex life. Or lack there of."
"I was seeing this woman named Breadan for a bit. She's a mercenary." Derek's brow rose when I choked on my own breath. Jesus, what the hell did this guy have with dating trouble? "Haven't seen her in a few years. She was the last girl I slept with."
"But why? You're seriously…" I motioned to his physique. "You."
A smirk slid across his mouth at my insinuation. "I'm not interested in one night stands, and I haven't found someone I want to be with, yet."
Yet. I could work with yet.
"So…" He stuffed his hands in his front pockets. "You said Stefan and you aren't mates, but you guys seem pretty close…"
"We never properly did the mating thing wolves do. We've had sex before, and I love him. I'm just… not in love with him. He's my best friend and that's all he will ever be to me."
"Is he in love with you?"
I sighed, "Yes."
Derek pursed his lips.
Changing the subject before it grew awkward, I quizzed, "Blondes or brunettes?"
A thick brow was raised skeptically at the question. "What?"
"Your personal preference, blondes or brunettes?"
" I don't know." He shook his head staring at me like I had grown a second head. "I don't care. Both? What kind of question is that?"
I flipped my hair causing the amber and ashy mixture to curtain around me, winking at him playfully I teased, "Good thing I have both then!" He snorted. "Well, if it's not blondes or brunettes that specifically get you off, what is it?"
"Seriously?" Derek deadpanned. When I gave him my most innocent dimpled smile he caved with a growl, "I like freckles."
Definitely not what I was expecting.
"Well." I bit my lower lip in an effort to not rub it in how adorable that was. "Good thing I have those too."
Derek's eyes flickered from my cheeks, to my spotted nose, then bore into my hazel eyes. A small smile quirked on his lips as he averted his gaze to the Camaro we had finally reached.
I buckled myself in and relaxed a bit. There was still that nagging frustration of not being able to find Matt, but there wasn't much for Derek and I to do other than look.
"What do you want to eat?" questioned Derek as he started the car.
"I don't know. Whatever."
"Whatever isn't food."
"I don't care."
He huffed at my uncommitted response, "Okay."
Somewhere between starting the car and him driving down the winding roads I had zoned out, and didn't realize until Derek parked the car in the lot of a small diner.
"No way," I said as I stepped out of the car. My hazel eyes widened at the small joint, a large grin stretching across my lips. "This is still here?"
A flashing neon light that said Denis & Kate's was hanging above the brick wall. The building was old and obviously in need of improvements, but it held such fond memories from our childhood. I hopped over to Derek excitedly, grabbing his arm and shaking it. He chuckled at my exuberance.
An unfamiliar waitress greeted us as we entered. Her doe eyes widened at the sight of Derek's manly features. Seriously, this is what I mean. The man can't go outside without getting sexed up by every women's eyes in a twenty-five million mile radius-I swear it.
"Table for…" Brown eyes met mine. "Two?"
I widened my eyes at the snarky tone. Before I could respond, Derek gave her an expression that clearly informed her how much he thought of her, which wasn't much. "There is two of us," he bit out.
"Y-yeah," she muttered. "Follow me."
We were led to a wooden booth, a vanilla tea light candle in the center of the table. Our parents always used to put out the candle when we came because we used to play with it-mostly Derek, who Cassandra and I used to dare to touch it as long as possible. It typically ended up with tears in Derek's eyes and a nastily burnt finger that slowly healed over the entire dinner.
"I dare you…" I started with a wicked grin. "To touch the candle as long as possible."
Running a hand over his scruff, Derek tried to hide the smile that slid on his lips. "Now why would I be stupid enough to do something like that?"
"Because I double-dog-dare-you."
He rolled his eyes, but stuck his hand in the flames. Holy hell, I didn't think he'd actually be stupid enough to do it after all these yers. A loud laugh burst through as he winced after a moment. His finger was smoking.
"Dude." Our waiter appeared, a tall blonde male with loose curly blonde locks atop his head. His blue eyes were wide as he gaped at my pack mate. "Your finger is on fire."
With a hiss Derek took his finger from the flame and shook it off. He shot me glare as my laughter picked up, and hid his burnt hand in his lap.
The waiter pointed at Derek. "Do you need ice? Or a bandaid?"
"No," Derek grunted.
I licked my lower lip as I stared up at the waiter. "Don't worry about him. He's a big boy."
The waiter grinned, eyes finding my own. "Okay…" He shot Derek and unconvinced look, but shrugged it off. "My names Ben. I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks? Coffee?"
"No coffee, but can I please get some green tea."
He jotted down my order then glanced at Derek, who said, "Orange juice."
"I'll be right back."
When he disappeared, Derek shot me a dirty look. I snickered, "Quit being a baby. It's not my fault you weren't paying attention."
"You could have warned me."
"I was too busy watching you burn off your finger for my amusement."
Leaning back in the seat he crossed his arms over his chest. He lifted his finger to inspect it, it was already healed.
"Here we are." Ben placed the orange juice down before Derek, and then set my steaming tea down with a wink. I gave him a faint smirk as I lowered my head to blow into the tea. "Ready to order?"
"Yeah." I hadn't even looked at the menu knowing exactly what I wanted. "Can I please get grilled cheese, a side of hash browns, and eggs-sunny side up."
"I'll have the bacon and ham skillet with a side of chocolate chip pancakes," Derek ordered.
Ben stuck his tongue in the corner of his mouth as he finished writing the order. "All right-y. That'll be up shortly."
As he walked away Derek glowered, "I don't like him."
"Really? I think he's nice."
Derek rolled his eyes. He was always rolling his eyes at me.
"He was looking down your shirt." I glanced down at my white crop tank. It might have shown a nice helping of cleavage, and I might have worn it in hopes of Derek getting an eye full, which he had.
"So? He took a look, not like he's going to get to touch them." The werewolf scowled at me. I winked at him. "And it's not like I haven't caught you taking a peek either, mister. Don't try and play innocent."
The only inclination that I had affect Derek with my observation with his typical lifted brow. I think he might have been too embarrassed to comment or deny it. Either way, I still got what I wanted.
"Well, I don't like the hostess," I proclaimed as I jutted my thumb in the little minx direction. She might have been nosily sneaking around the corner to catch a glimpse of the sexy man peach sitting before me. She wasn't doing a great job at being discrete.
"Me either," Derek agreed, mouth pulling down.
I laughed. At least I can always count on Derek to share my hatred towards everyone.
The familiar sounds of forks scraping against plates, yes ouch-sensitive hearing, and mindless folk discussing their very unadventurous lives, I lost myself in memories. This restaurant was filled with them. It felt like someone was squeezing my heart, draining the blood and leaving an empty space that was once filled with such childish joy and wonder…
~o~
"I can't believe they made me sit with you dweebs," a fourteen-year-old Derek huffed, leaning back in the booth.
Laura rolled her sea green eyes at her brothers antics, being the eldest she was beyond irritated. All Derek did was complain about babysitting Cassandra, Cora and Leora, but little did he understand that she had to babysit all of them and him. He was always stuck in his I'm-too-cool-because-I'm-older attitude, but in reality the rents didn't think he was responsible enough to watch them without her help most of the time. Not that she really blamed them… Leora and Cassandra were the two wildest pups she had ever encountered. They were a freaking nightmare.
"Shut up," Laura barked. When Derek shot her a dark look she pinched his shoulder and he winced, smacking away her hand harshly.
Cassandra and I were already mid plotting our current satanic idea. We thought it'd be funny if we mixed the salt and pepper shakers together.
Lifting the salt to my eyes I squinted at a tiny grain. "Why do they put rice in the salt shaker?"
"I don't know," Derek drawled bored, face stuck in the menu in an effort to separate himself from us.
Cassandra inspected the shaker as well. "That's weird! Does it make it taste better or something?"
He sighed heavily. "No one cares."
I pursed my lips in thought, a sudden idea popping at the sight of the sugar packets. Elbowing Cassandra, I nudged my head at them and shook the salt with a smirk. Her eyes widened and she nodded her head enthusiastically in agreement.
Making sure the two "adults" weren't paying attention, I grabbed a bunch of the packets and hid them in my lap, while I passed Cassandra the salt. I gave her one of the sugar packets and she mixed it in with a snicker.
Cora leant forward to peek at what we were doing. She gave us an unimpressed scowl, but returned back to coloring the Hello Kitty page the waitress had given her.
Managing to fit three packets in the salt, Cassandra screwed the top and set it back on the table. Both of us snickered. We knew exactly who loved to put salt on his skillets. And he was sitting directly across from me.
Laura sensed that we were up to no good and asked, "What are you two doing?"
I bit my lip as giggles escaped, "Nothing."
My best friend shoved my shoulder at the very unconvincing statement. She shot me a you're-going-to-get-us-caught stare and I clamped my hand over my lips.
"Whatever it is," Laura said sternly. "You better stop."
"You're not my mom," I taunted with an eye roll.
"Yeah, but your mom is sitting right over there-" she pointed to the large table that was a little bit away. It held the rest of our pack, which consisted of all the adults. My mom being a werewolf heard the comment and shot me a disapproving stare as I glanced at her. Giving a cheeky grin I waved. She mouthed 'behave.'
Whatever.
A sweet aroma filled my nostrils. Our food had arrived. Happily, I greedily dug into the grilled cheese placed before me. It was my favorite meal. Pausing mid-bite, Cassandra and my eyes were wide as we watched Derek sprinkle the "salt" all over his food. Like caking it.
Our skin was crawling with anticipation as he brought his first bite to his lips. I watched his handsome features morph into confusion, the soft green eyes narrowing, lip curling in distaste. Yep.
"What?" Derek asked as he stared down at his plate. "This taste really weird today…"
Cassandra blew our cover. She broke into tiny fits of laughter. I pretended to be concentrated on my food, but little snickers were escaping me as well.
"What did you do?" Growling, Derek's pubescent voice rising a few octaves in rage.
"N-nothing," said Cassandra between her laughter. "What are-are-are-oh my God!" she was trying to get the words out, clutching her stomach at the raw pain of amusement. "I have no idea!"
Derek lifted the salt shaker and sniffed it. His eyes immediately went to us. "You put sugar in the salt?!"
"Nooooo…" I raised my brows. "Why are you blaming us? It could have been anyone in the world!"
"Because you both look guilty," Laura pointed out.
"And I saw you guys do it." I gaped at Cora, she totally threw us under the bus. Like, handed us to the shark-the shark being an extremely hungry and irritable teenaged werewolf.
Angrily, Derek chucked the salt shaker at my head. I ducked and it smacked an elderly man in the back of the head in the next booth. The look of shock on Derek's face was so priceless I wish I had a picture of it, but it would be imbedded in my memory forever.
The man turned around so slowly I thought Derek might have broken him. His lips were pulled down in a tight scowl. He held the shaker up. "This belong to you young man?" he furiously questioned.
"I'm so-so-so-so sorry, it was supposed to hit her!" He pointed an accusing finger at me.
I pouted and said to the man, "I asked nicely if he would pass the salt! Then he threw it at me."
"Is that so?" The man asked. I nodded excitedly. Derek was in so much trouble.
A swift kick was provided to my knee and I yelped in pain. My eyes turned to Derek sharply. He gave me a fierce glare.
"What's going on over here?"
Oh shit. I gulped.
Talia stood at the end of our table, tanned arms crossed as she gave us all a parental frown. "Is everything okay?"
"This young gentleman attempted to throw a salt shaker at this sweet young lady, instead he missed and hit me."
She gave us a disappointed stare, eyes hardening on her son. "Derek."
In a panic Derek shouted, "I said I was sorry! And It was totally Leora's fault! She put sugar in the salt!"
"Apologize," Talia demanded. "It doesn't matter what started the fight, you know how to finish it, Derek. And it is not by throwing things in public places."
"Sorry," he grumbled with a pout.
"Leora," Talia said.
I glowered. How did this just become me? Cassandra was totally the one who actually put the salt in the shaker. I just opened the freaking packets.
"Sorry," I muttered defeatedly.
Derek and I pouted until Talia left us alone. I felt another swift kick under the table. Ouch.
~o~
"What are you thinking about?"
Shaking my head, I focused my stare on Derek. A small smile slid on my lips. "Remember that time I put sugar in the salt?"
He chuckled, "Of course. You got me in so much trouble for throwing the shaker at that guy."
"You know, Cassandra was the one that actually took the top off and put the sugar in. She never got in trouble, but I was grounded for a week."
Derek smiled gently. "You were a great best friend, never tattled when it was really her fault."
"I took so many falls for her…" I licked my lips, trying to differ the ache in my chest.
Thankfully our food arrived in time to save me from my thoughts. The waiter served us, and provided me a not so subtle wink, which I responded with a hair flip, which made Derek shoot him a glare.
Derek picked up the salt and shot me a look. "Not going to have a repeat, are we?"
"I don't know. Guess you're just going to have to find out."
"I trust you," he said as he sprinkled it lightly over his skillet. My heart warmed at the words. He trusted me. And I whole-heartedly trusted him.
~o~
After lunch, Derek and I managed to officially go couch shopping. We argued over two couches. They were both gray, but one was leather and one was wool. He, of course, wanted the leather couch because "My name is Derek Hale and leather makes me a badass," snort.
I ended up winning. How? Simple: I logically pointed out how much more comfortable having sex on a wool couch was, versus having intercourse on stiff leather.
We were now on our way back to the loft. Still no leads on Matt and little clue as to where to look.
The windows were rolled down and I sang loudly along to whatever was on the radio. Currently "You Shook Me All Night Long" was playing, and let's just say I am a fabulous belter.
Derek doesn't agree, but no one really cares about his opinion anyway.
Then I caught it. We were driving past the preserves, and it was so faint I almost missed it. My hand slammed on the dashboard silencing the music, I inhaled deeply.
"Stop the car."
Derek immediately pulled over. He opened his mouth to ask, but he smelt it too. In a hurry we both sprinted out of the car and into the woods. Our noses guided us deep into the forest. I thanked the lucky stars I was able to smell so well.
What we found was not what I had been expecting.
It was the jacket Matt had worn the night of our pack dinner. It hung from a branch, displayed obviously for us. The tree it hung from had a symbol carved into it. There was a black triangle with three lines coming out the points with a circle surrounding it.
"Recognize that?" I asked quietly, voice tense as I glanced around the area. Whoever had done this wasn't here anymore.
Derek ran a hand through his hair. "No… Somewhat? It looks familiar, but…" he shook his head. "I'm not sure."
"It looks familiar to me too," I muttered. "I can't put my finger on it."
Taking my phone from my pocket, I snapped a picture and sent it to Stefan. If there was anyone who would know what the symbol meant, it was him.
"We have to tell Scott."
I nodded. "Of course."
Derek reached for the jacket. He held it in his hands tightly, eyes staring at it for a long time. I waited patiently as he fumed.
"I thought this was over. I thought we were safe."
Stepping closer to him I squeezed his shoulder. Our kind were never safe. Ever.
My hand slipped down his muscled arm to the hand clawing the jacket. Gently, I eased it from his grip to prevent him from tearing it to pieces. I replaced it with my hand, giving it an empathetic squeeze. With a small tug I led us out of the preserves.
Derek and I had to tell the pack we were under attack. And none of us were safe.
His fingers were tight on the wheel, but he managed to restrain himself from shattering it. I knew for a fact that destroying a steering wheel while driving is a horrendous idea. a) loss of control and b) how are you supposed to drive?
My phone vibrated and I nervously checked Stefan's response. Another shock from today, his response: I'm on my way.
Well then.
"Stefan is coming here," I said perplexed. "I sent him a picture of the symbol to see if he recognized it. Apparently he did."
The beta made a sound deep in his throat, but nothing else.
We arrived at the loft and I immediately busied myself in the kitchen. I never thought I would take on the roll as the "hostess" of pack meets, but no one else was doing a very great job at it. So, while Derek brooded on the new couch, I cut up some carrots and celery adding a bowl of ranch dressing for dipping.
I set the plate on the table before returning to the kitchen and making little finger sandwiches. Maybe I was hungry.
Slowly the pack arrived. First Lilly, Stiles, and Malia, followed by Scott, and Kira, then Liam with a boy named Mason-who I had yet to meet (definitely human), Isaac, and Lydia. I was beginning to see a pattern.
Scott's eyes zeroed in on the jacket Derek held in his grasp immediately, recognition clear in his expression. Shakily, he took the jacket from Derek and held it up.
"Where did you find it?" he questioned hesitantly, dreading the answer.
"In the preserves… whoever did it wanted us to find it," Derek stated.
"There was also this symbol." I showed him the one I took on my phone. "Not sure exactly what pack it is. Looks familiar, but I'm drawing a blank."
Derek frowned. "Me too."
"One of my old pack mates, Stefan, knows who it is. I think. He didn't really explain, but he said he's coming. That means he will be here in a day or two."
Stiles yanked my phone from my grasp to see the symbol up close. This kid…
"That kinda looks like the alpha pack," Stiles observed. He showed it to Lilly, who's brows furrowed in contemplation.
"Honestly, at the time I was more focused on the fact that werewolves existed and that I'm a succubus. I don't really remember what the symbol looked like…" she said.
He stuck out his tongue. "It's not though… the alpha symbol looks a bit different."
"A lot of packs have resemblance of symbols. Some are more intricate, others not," I explained. "By the way, what's our symbol?"
"This," Scott said as he showed me his arm. There were two bands tattooed around his arm.
"Like I said, some are simple…"
Isaac spoke up, "What should we do in the meantime?"
"Keep searching," declared Scott. "But we need to stick together. No one goes anywhere alone. Understood?" Everyone nodded slowly. "Isaac-" Scott motioned with his chin in the strawberry blondes direction. "You stick with Lydia, okay?"
He winked at her. "Ready for some sleepovers?"
"Only if you're up for 'The Notebook,'" she smirked at him sarcastically. He gave her a disgruntled noise.
"Thanks for the sandwiches Leora," Kira said as Scott and her headed for the door.
"No problem!"
Once again all the pack members left, excluding Lilly, Stiles, and Malia. Derek's half-sister stared at the new couch in wonder. "Wow! You got a new couch?"
Derek gave me an eye roll. "Yeah. Apparently the old couch was unsatisfying for my new roommates eyes."
"I think it was unsatisfying to everyone."
He sighed, "It had some holes…"
"And weird stains that I never wanted to question you on," Lilly grimaced.
"Point taken."
Lilly wrapped her arm around Derek's middle. "So it's official. Leora, you're moving in with my wonderful big brother?"
Leaning against the kitchen table I nodded. "Seems like it."
"Great!" She had an odd twinkle in her eye that I wasn't sure I trusted. That girl was up to something. "So… Leora, are you single?"
My brows furrowed. "Yes?"
"Okay awesome. That's… awesome," she said with a wicked grin. I looked at Derek curiously and he shrugged.
Stiles ran a hand through his hair. "Babe, maybe we should go home? I have a lot of homework…"
She glared at her fiancé. "I'm not finished."
"Finished with…" he drew out, hand waving in an effort for her to continue.
"None of your business."
He scoffed.
I watched as Malia left the room to finish off the sandwiches I made. She stuffed a few in her mouth greedily. It was weird to think she was Derek's cousin. And Peter Hale's daughter.
"I'll be right back. I need to use the bathroom," I muttered, effortlessly dodging the growing awkwardness. What was up with that girl? Seriously? Kind of weird.
In the bathroom I listened in on the conversation as much as I could. The loft was echo-y, so sometimes it was hard to hear everything clearly with it bouncing around.
"So…" Lilly started casually. "Leora's pretty hot."
Derek grunted. Hmm. I wish I could see his face. His eyes always gave him away.
"And she's single…" There was a pause, I'm sure it was her watching Derek's expression, which only had two options: raised brows or a scowl. "And she's living with you…"
"Your point?" Derek asked shortly.
"Are you guys having sex?"
"Oh god, Lilly… babe, seriously?" whined Stiles.
"I'm allowed to be nosey. Answer the question, Derek."
"No! We are not having sex."
"Yet?" she pressed in a cheeky voice.
A sigh came from Derek.
"Come on Derek. She's awesome. And she's hot, get on that. I like her. Definitely a lot better than any other girl I've seen you with. And I don't think she's a mercenary or a demonic bitch sacrificing people."
Stiles fumed, "Ugh, we don't know that! For all we know she could have been the one to kidnap Matt."
"She did not kidnap Matt," Lilly defended. Okay, maybe I liked her. "Ignore this idiot-" Stiles let out an offended noise. "I like her. I think you guys would make great babies. Don't look at me like that. I said don't. Why are you still giving me that look? I'll smack it off of you."
Chuckling came from Derek.
"Look, all I'm going to say is that you deserve a normal healthy relationship. I see the way you look at each other. There's so much sexual tension it's driving me insane."
"There's no se-"
"Don't even try and deny it, Derek. I'm a succubus. I radiate sex, I know sex."
Derek barked, "Can you please not talk about sex with me?"
"Sex is natural, shut it. I can smell it on both of you, like, just get it."
"I cannot believe we are having this conversation right now," Stiles said in agony. "I think talking about Derek's sex life makes me more uncomfortable than Derek."
"What sex life? He hasn't gotten laid in years."
Derek huffed frustratedly, "This is the end of this discussion. I don't know if you forgot, but she's a werewolf. She can hear this entire conversation."
"Great!" Lilly said gleefully. "Hear that Leora? Get in my brothers pants."
Hell girl, I'm trying.
"That's it, go home," Derek ordered.
"Fine. I love you."
"Love you, too."
"Malia, stop stuffing your face. Bye Leora!"
I shouted from washing my hands in the bathroom, "Bye!"
When the elevator door closed I strolled to the front. Derek sat on the couch with a book in his lap. He didn't look up, and I could sense his embarrassment. Who knew Derek could even feel such an emotion? You'd think with all that cockiness he usually had he'd be immune at this point. Apparently not!
Sitting on the couch alongside Derek, I ran my hand over the wool fabric. Seriously, such a great choice… sex on leather is horrible. Your legs stick to the fabric when you start to sweat, it's awful.
"So…" I bit my lip to prevent my laughter from escaping. "We'd make great babies, huh?"
Derek groaned. He shut the book and ran a hand down his face. "I'm sorry… Lilly's kind of always in my personal business."
"That's typically what sisters do."
Melonie. She still hadn't tried to speak to me, even if Stefan claimed she was giving me "time." What the hell did that even mean? Stop being a pussy and get it over with. Apologize.
"Sometimes she likes to take my personal issues into her own hands," he explained with a frown. "She's tried to set me up on more dates than I can count."
"Oh yeah?" I chuckled.
"I cancelled all of them, but it doesn't stop her from trying. I think she thinks she can crack me."
"And we all know the big bad wolf won't crack."
He scowled.
"Well I'm exhausted. I'm going to shower and head to sleep, okay?"
Derek gave me a curt nod.
Leaning over I grazed my lips teasingly over his cheek, very close to the corner of his mouth, leaving him a swift kiss. His lip turned up as I scooted off the couch. At least I knew I could make the man smile.
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winchesterxgirl: Stiles thinks everyone is evil! Which, most of the time he's RIGHT! Yeah! Bacon and being shirtless sounds like a horrible cooking idea! AND OH MY GOODNESS I THINK I DIED. Kira being replaced with a sexy but awkward lamp, yes. That is… so much yes!
FuturesMrsBCullen: Thanks! Hope you liked this chapter :)
MissTigerLily1013: the Leora x Derek amazingness is coming up SOON! SOOOOOON! Hopefully sooner than later, but it's coming ;)
xXbriannaXx: I like your range of emotions. AWE to OMG NOOOO is how I like it! Don't fret! I will give you happiness with the sadness to balance it out. Derek is going to be all sorts of jealous. He's too macho not to get jealous over another dude.
Question: Who took Matt? Hmmmm?!
