Lurking
Derek was feeling entirely tranquil and content as he made his way to the library sometime after classes ended. And even though he was going there to get started on his vigorous studying session, he was still feeling completely at ease. That was until he tripped over a foot that seemed to come out from nowhere.
"What the hell!"
He thanked his athletic skills for being able to compose himself before he face planted onto the hard, cold concrete of the walk way.
He could now see the foot was attached to a body belonging to someone who was peeking up at him through the bush they were hiding behind.
"Houston!" he shouted when recognized who this person was.
Dwight scrambled up, looking alert the second Derek yelled his name.
"What is your problem? You don't just go lurking behind bushes, tripping people!"
"It was accident," Dwight said quietly, looking at Derek with this bashful expression Derek wasn't quite sure he understood.
He rolled his eyes, looking away before asking, "What were you doing down there anyways?" He glanced back in enough time to see Dwight open his mouth to answer, but he cut him off before he could. "And don't say you were hunting!"
Dwight's mouth snapped shut and Derek sighed. "Come on, crazy." He reached out to grab Dwight's wrist. "I'm not leaving you out here so you can nearly kill even more people."
When he started walking again, tugging Dwight along with him, he expected some sort of resistance from the younger boy.
He was surprised when he found none, Dwight only following him without any question.
