I'm happy to see that you guys like part one, especially because I wasn't too fond of it myself. (It didn't meet my usual writing standards.) But, here is part two, enjoy.

Disclaimer: DP does not belong to me, yadda, yadda, yadda.

The New Kid In Town, pt II

One Week Later

"I tried talking to Derek today." I said staring out the window of my favorite coffee shop. I used to come here every Friday after school with Derek. He never ordered anything but he sat with me while I drank whatever I decided to order that afternoon. There were so many fond memories here that it hurt me to be here without him.

Since Derek and I haven't been communicating too much lately I've felt like a part of me has been missing. Like a vital organ has just disappeared. I didn't seem to recognize that he was that important to me. I mean, he's been my best friend for years so I knew he would always mean a lot to me but this feels like…I can't even describe it.

"How did that go?"

I shifted my gaze to Marc. He sat across from me in Derek's usual spot.

That made me hurt even more.

In the past week Marc has been the best guy anyone could ever have the pleasure of knowing. He's been very attentive and is always around when I need to talk. I should feel grateful and yet…it all feels wrong. Like I shouldn't be his friend and I shouldn't even be conversing with him.

"Only small talk. But it wasn't even talking about the weather kind of small talk. It was-" I sighed. "It was pathetic, honestly."

"Sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Knock some sense into Derek."

Marc's eyes widened a degree before he smiled his pearly white smile. There were some days, like today, that I really got tired of seeing that too perfect smile of his.

"I'm sure Derek wouldn't appreciate that too much and I know you don't really mean that."

"I'm just frustrated."

"I can tell."

I sighed and for a few minutes we didn't speak.

"Do you have any other plans for tonight?"

"No. Why?" I asked curiously.

He slid from his chair and motioned for me to do the same. "Then let me take you home so you can relax and take your mind off the current friendship issue with Derek."

I smiled at his offer and thanked him. The only problem was that I didn't want to forget about the trouble my friendship was in. I wanted to fix it. Now. But, I wouldn't tell Marc that.

It didn't take long for Marc to drop me off at my house. I invited him in for a bit but he turned my invite down saying he had a few errands to run.

That left me all alone with thoughts I really didn't care to have.

Marc had just finished getting everything on the list of groceries his mother gave him when he left that morning. She worked too late to pick the groceries up so if they needed something during the week Marc had to go buy it.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall figure move. Turning, he found Derek walking from the aisle Marc was in to the neighboring aisle.

Feeling a bit like a stalker, Marc followed him muttering, "There's no time like the present to talk to him."

Derek appeared to only be browsing the food in the snack aisle, but when he noticed Marc he stopped and turned to face him.

"You need to talk to Chloe." Marc stated simply.

"Why? So I can hear from her that you two are finally dating? Or maybe that you have decided to run away together? Or better yet, some idea so farfetched I haven't even thought of it yet?" There was a bitter hatred in his voice.

Marc had a feeling the contempt he felt rolling off of Derek in waves came from some form of jealously. He knew that if a new guy came barging into the life of a girl he liked that he would hate the guy for his intrusion.

Marc also knew that Derek probably would never listen to a word he said.

'Why did I even bother?' He asked himself before addressing Derek again.

"No. Forget I said anything. You won't listen to a thing I have to say and I know it. Talking to her would really be advised but listen to me or don't. It doesn't matter."

In truth, it really did matter. The whole situation made Chloe extremely unhappy and he didn't see an end to her unhappiness unless she and Derek made up. Marc wanted Chloe to be happy and when he realized that she liked Derek, that he wasn't going to have a chance with her, he decided to try to help her. All he had needed was a way to help her.

Without saying another word to Derek, Marc turned and left, leaving Derek standing dumbstruck in the aisle.

Chloe POV

I was wrapped up in the covers on my bed, waiting for sleep to overtake me. Problem was, sleep seemed to be eluding me. Since I came home, I've basically done nothing but watch a movie and take a shower. All the while, I couldn't keep my thoughts off my Derek problem.

I rolled onto my back and just stared at the ceiling for almost an hour. But, as exhaustion began to take over and I thought for a moment that I would be able to fall asleep, my phone vibrated, indicating I had a text.

My first thought was to leave the message for morning. Whoever was texting me at midnight was asking for a minor beating tomorrow. But, I grabbed my phone, still wondering who was dumb enough to text me when it was so late. When I saw that it was Derek, my heart almost stopped. When I saw his message I thought I had to already be asleep and dreaming.

"We should talk. Meet me at our spot tomorrow morning."

So, I'm really hoping that at least a few people liked it because I didn't. I might be back to writing but my muse is still lagging behind me. I can't seem to find it so I feel like a lot of what I'm writing is pretty bad at the moment.

Anyway, review please.