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Cam: Soo..uh….*awkward silence*…Hollie?
Me: *passed out , opens eyes * Cam? Is that you?
Cam: Yea, it's me.
Me: You're even hotter in person…*faints again*
Cam: *facepalms, smacks Hollie's face* Hollie! Get up!
Me: *wakes up* Cam? Riiight…I can't believe you're actually here! Did you know we got married?
Cam: *confused now* We did?
Me: Yea! In Toronto! Here's the ring!
Cam: I think I was drunk that night…
Me: You were. That's not the point. We're married now!
Cam: Okay then…soo…
Me: Can I get your autograph?
Cam: I'm your husband…but sure!
Me: OKAY! SIGN MY FACE!
Cam: *slightly creeped out now* What do you want me to write?
Me: I own Darkest Powers! Love, Cam!
Cam: But you don't…
Me: I don't care! *tackles Cam in hug*
"Derek killed his father. When he was 3."
I stared at Ian, my mouth open. "No…he couldn't have meant to!"
He nodded grimly. "You're right. He didn't. His dad just made him upset one day, and he…well…he let his strength get away…I was there. I was 10."
"You were there? Wh-what happened?"
"He broke his neck."
I gasped. Just like what happened to that other boy. And Liam. "That's horrible! Does he know?"
"God, no. Can you imagine what he would think if he found out he murdered his own father? You have to promise me you can't tell him."
"I won't. I swear."
"Good."
"Are you sure he doesn't know? Maybe he actually remembers…"
"No. He doesn't remember. I saw his memories."
"You read his memories? That's creepy!"
"I am terribly sorry I am a creeper. I had to! How else was I supposed to find out whether he remembered or not?"
"That's true…you better not creep mine! I will honestly sic a dead hobo on you."
"Please can it be Michael Jackson?"
"No."
"Elvis?"
"No. It'll be a dead hobo that I find on the street."
"Okay. Looking forward to that."
"You should. Thanks for telling me that, and again, I swear, I won't tell anyone. Okay?"
"Okay. Please don't sic a dead hobo on me."
"I won't."
I walked away, thoughts spinning in my head. If Derek ever knew…maybe, he already did? But how could I find out without telling him? That was the hard part…and right then, Derek (still in wolf form) ran up to me, tail wagging.
He tilted his head at Ian. What were you talking about with him?
"He wanted me to send Michael Jackson's corpse after him." Hey, it was half of the truth.
Confused look. Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually related to him
"Trust me, you are."
His body twitched. I'm Changing back.
We went back into the forest, and I turned away as he Changed back and put on his clothes. He stood up.
"I really don't like being a wolf sometimes."
"Why not?"
"You just get all these wolfish urges. Like when Amber threw a baseball at Chris, I just had to go chase it. She figured out what I was doing and started playing fetch with me. It was weird…"
I laughed. "Derek Souza, play fetch? That would've been interesting to see."
"It was kinda embarrassing, actually. Can we not talk about my weird wolfness?"
"Oh, you know I will!"
"Chloe! Please?"
I rolled my eyes and kissed him. "Fine." It was hard to act normal around him when I'd just found out he'd murdered his own father, but I tried to act as normal as I possibly could so he wouldn't think anything was up. He couldn't find out. He'd never want to be a werewolf ever again. And I didn't want to be the one responsible for making him that way, but something was telling me I'd have to. I didn't want to, though! Jeez! Why did Ian have to go and tell me at all?
Simon POV: (GASP! I know, it's SIMON, and I hate Simon, but whatever. I just felt like doing his POV)
Today has been seriously awkward. I don't even know why. For one, everyone thought I was gay, which I'm not! I don't like dresses; I actually needed ideas for my drawing! I managed to finish without seeing dresses anyway. I was proud of this drawing. It showed Deryn in a nice blue dress, looking off into the distance. Her brown and blonde hair was blowing slightly in the wind. I liked her hair…her cute hazel eyes…I liked her in general. She was just so nice and…She was just hard to describe, but I liked her. She was different from all those other popular girls I'd dated…She was just so much more…real. See? I'm not gay! I liked a girl! Only, I couldn't admit that to everyone and prove I wasn't gay, because then everyone would know. I so wanted to prove to Jenn that I wasn't a Gaysian. Oh jeez…if I dated Deryn, that would be weird because Deryn was Jenn's stepsister! Ack! Related to Jenn? I couldn't picture it. But then again, I couldn't picture being related to TORI either. Thinking about that made me shudder. But being related to Jenn would be even worse. Tori didn't completely hate me. Jenn did. The thing was, she knew Deryn better than everyone else, so she was the only one who could help me. It'd be weird admitting I needed her help. I went upstairs to her bedroom, where she was probably glued to her iPod. She practically worshipped that thing. But when I walked into her room, (shockingly enough) she wasn't listening to her iPod. This is where it got awkward. She was frenching Kam…and not completely dressed. She turned and saw me. Her eyes widened and she pulled her shirt back on. Oh, shiz. I'm dead now.
"SIMON WHATEVER -YOUR –MIDDLE- NAME -IS BAE! GET OUT!" She whipped a pillow at me. I don't know how, but she managed to turn a pillow into a deadly weapon of destruction. It thumped me in the face. I backed out of the room, saying "Sorry, I only needed to ask you something, sorry…" Kam (looking extremely embarrassed) gave me a sympathetic look and mouthed "Sorry" as she kept beating me with her pillow. I guessed that he'd been on the receiving end of her deadly pillow attacks before. She pushed me outside, and stuck her head in her room.
"Be right back, babe." She closed the door and fixed me with a death look. "What do you want? As you can see, I was in the middle of something."
"I noticed. You can get back to your frenching in a minute. And for the love of God, keep your shirt on!"
"Jeez, I was still wearing my bra, wasn't I? Get to the point."
"I'm not a Gaysian."
"Really. Prove it."
"I..I…uh…I like…"
"Spit it out! You better not like me! One: I'm taken. Two: I hate your little Asian butt."
"I like Deryn and I was wondering if you could help me get her!" I closed my eyes, waiting for her to murder me with her deadly pillow.
She raised an eyebrow, and then smiled. "So you're not gay! Good! And sure, I can help you!"
Wait…what? "R-really? You will?"
"Yea. I will."
"Since when do you help me? Why aren't you hitting me with your killer heavy pillow? By the way, WHY does it hurt so much?"
"Filled it with hardcover books. Good weapon when you live on the streets. One whack, and the guy trying to grab you is unconscious. Quite useful for when Kam was trying and failing to make a move on me, only I didn't knock him out, but one good whack still shut him up. Of course, I eventually stopped beating the crap out of him and started to think that his flirting was cute, which it kinda was."
I stared. "You…you're crazy, you know that?"
"Yes. Back on topic, please?"
"Fine. What does Deryn like? I mean, I really like her…"
"She's into gaming. A lot. She likes Zelda especially. She knows pretty much all there is to know about every game. Also, any game with rocket launchers. She has a secret violent side. Her favourite colour's blue, and she's also a really talented drawer."
A drawer? Like me? "So I could challenge her to a gaming tournament or something? Or ask for drawing tips?"
"Yea, stuff like that would be good. She likes reading too. She's generally quiet, so don't be too loud or crazy, until you start gaming with her, because then she'll get violent with you. She hangs with Topaz a lot- they're really into the thing online called Red vs. Blue? It's like a Halo parody thing…not my kind of thing, but yea. Talk to Topaz. She'll help you more."
"Okay. Uh, thanks, Jenn. Question: Why are you helping me?"
"Because, Simon Bae, you kinda remind me of Kam when he was chasing me for 3 years. It's cute to watch a guy chase a girl, and (her voice dropped) I know for a fact that Deryn sorta likes you. She thinks you're an amazing drawer…"
"She does? Really? Wow…okay, thanks. You can go back to your frenching now."
"I'll do that," she said, and winked. "Good luck, you crazy Asian."
I was going to need it. That ties in with the second awkward thing today…I walked up to Deryn as she was sitting at the kitchen table, sketching. Her brown and blonde hair was pulled back in a low ponytail.
"Hey, Deryn."
She looked up, hazel eyes sparkling. "Oh, hey, Simon! What's up?"
"That's a great drawing. Wish I could draw like that."
"Are you retarded? You're an amazing drawer!"
"Not as good as you, though. Do you think you could give me some pointers?"
"Uh, sure. Let me see one of your drawings."
I handed her the one I drew of her. Her eyes widened. "Oh my God…is that me?"
"Yea, it's you."
"It's beautiful! There's nothing wrong with this at all! You don't need pointers!"
"Really? Well, thanks." She was slightly pink, smiling.
"If you don't mind, can I keep this?"
"Sure, you can have it."
She stared at the picture again. "Wow…I can't believe you put all this time into a picture of me…"
"It was nothing, really! Hey, do you want to play some Zelda later? I need someone to show me how…"
Her face lit up. "I'd like that. There's a lot to teach about Zelda, though. There's Link, and Ganondorf, and the Triforce, and the Master Sword…"
"I'm up to it."
She smiled. "Hey, Simon, do you maybe wanna-,"
Suddenly, she screamed. I spun around to see a dead body crawling on the ground toward us. It kinda looked like Michael Jackson…Deryn grabbed a small table and threw it at the body.
"Go away, you freakish corpse!" I knew either Chloe or Amber summoned him. Sure enough, Chloe was standing at the end of the kitchen, arms raised. Jeez, way to ruin my moment with Deryn, Chloe. Not cool. Ian walked in and the corpse started crawling towards him. He jumped.
"WHAT THE- Hey, is that Michael Jackson?"
"IAN ARMES, YOU OWE ME BIG TIME!" Chloe yelled, glaring at him. "You wanted Michael Jackson? WELL I GOT HIM FOR YOU!"
The corpse moaned. Deryn screamed and jumped back into my arms. I held her gently.
"That is…that's just wrong!" she said, shaking.
"I know." She realized I was holding her, and pulled away, blushing slightly. Jenn walked in, saw the body on the floor and immediately thumped it with her death pillow. Tori saw it and screamed. Amber ran in.
"What's with all the screaming- SON OF A MOTHER DUCK! WHY IS MICHAEL JACKSON IN OUR KITCHEN!"
"Chloe summoned it!" Jenn said, still whacking it with a pillow. It's arm fell off. Deryn clapped a hand to her mouth.
"I think I'm gonna be sick-," and she ran out of the room. Amber whipped a chair at the body. It hit the wall with a crash.
"Chloe! Release him, dammit!" she yelled.
Kam came downstairs. "What's with all the crashing and screaming?" he asked. He saw the body. "Not getting involved. I'm just gonna go back upstairs…I don't want to know why Michael Jackson's body is in our kitchen. "
The corpse stood up, right in front of Ian, and started…moonwalking? Okay, either I was dreaming, or someone slipped some magic mushrooms into my muffin this morning because this could NOT be happening.
"Chloe!" I yelled. "RELEASE MJ! PLEASE?"
She looked at me, and finally released the spirit. With the faint sound of "Billie Jean" the body collapsed on the ground.
"Chloe!" I said. "Why the hell did you re-animate MICHAEL FREAKIN' JACKSON? And how did you get his body?"
"Liz stole it," she said simply. "And Ian wanted me to. So I did."
Ian seemed to have gone into shock, staring at the body. "Chloe…I was JOKING."
"I know."
Just then, Derek stormed in. Oh jeez. Things were going to get ugly.
"CHLOE? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he yelled.
"I was getting revenge on Ian."
"FOR WHAT?"
"He told me something important and now I don't know whether to tell you or not and he was being so damn VAGUE about it and now I don't know what to do and I got kinda mad at him! And besides, he SAID he wanted Michael Jackson!"
Derek quieted down. "What about me, Chloe? You mentioned me."
She looked panicked, realising what she had just done. "It's n-nothing."
"You stutter when you lie. What's going on?"
She bit her lip. "Derek…there's something I need to tell you."
Once again, another awkward moment! Do the awkward turtle! Or the awkward tornado. That on rocks :p how is Chloe going to break it to Derek? Well you'll have to wait and see! :D I must say, I enjoyed writing this chapter! MICHAEL JACKSON FOR THE WIN! Did you guys like this chapter? Well, there's only one way for me to know! REVIEW! DO IT FOR THE LOVE OF MICHAEL JACKSON! (okay, that was amazing!) Until next chappie,
~weasel cookies~
-Hollie ;)