Chloe POV

I was sitting at the breakfast table, talking with Tori while my aunt sat on the opposite side of the table, doing a crossword in the newspaper. Her black, half-moon glasses perched on the edge of her nose. Kit was at the stove, cooking breakfast. I could hear the sizzle of cooking bacon as he flipped the pancakes. Tori started sniggering. "I wonder how long it will take wolf-boy to realize the prank I played on him." I groaned. "What did you do to him?" I sighed wearily. Aunt Lauren looked up from her puzzle, curiosity evident on her features. "I stole all of his shirts for the day. I want to see what Mungo has to hide under all those baggy shirts. All that food he eats has to go SOMEWHERE."

Aunt Lauren looked at her disapprovingly. "Are you really sure you wanna see that Tori?" she said. Me and Kit turned to glare at her. "Why do you always need to be so mean to him? Both of you." I said angrily to both of them. Both of their mouths opened and closed like fish. Tori started to speak, before she was cut off by an angry voice. "TORI! What did you do with my shirts?" A very pissed off rounded the corner, fists clenched at his sides. Tori sniggered, "What, don't want people to see where all that food that you eat goes?" She said, looking up. She gaped when she caught sight of Derek. Her mouth opened and closed, squeaking out nonsense words. I smirked. She was totally ogling my very much muscled boyfriend. He had actually gotten more muscular since he started changing into a full werewolf, if that was even possible. Instead of a six pack he had an eight pack now (drool) and he biceps were even larger. Seriously. My thumbs didn't even touch when I wrapped both my hands around his arm. His excuse was I was just abnormally small for someone who was almost sixteen. Har dee har har.

Derek started to look uncomfortable under her Tori's stare. He fidgeted, looking uneasy. Kit just laughed at Tori. Simon walked through the (small) gap beside Derek in the doorway. He looked back and forth between Tori and Derek. He laughed, "Dude, she's totally checking you out." Tori snapped out of it." Was not!" She shrieked. I looked at her. "What?" She shrieked at me. I pointed to the corner of my mouth, "I think you have a little drool right there." She huffed, stomping up the stairs, muttering about deranged necromancers and flea ridden werewolves. Derek called after her, "So can I have my shirts back?"

I think I drooled a bit when I was describing Derek. I wanted to do a oneshot that put Tori in her place when she was being mean, and i figured might as well embarass her while I'm at it.