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DPOV

I am a total screw up. No I'm worse than a total screw up. Me being the retarded ass I am had my pride come first before Chloe. I can't believe I said that to her! But I guess having that panic attack sort of paid for it but not even close to how I should. I should be on my knees in front of her begging for her forgiveness, but no. I'm such a chicken that all I have done for the past three days is stalking her. I haven't talked to her. I haven't made eye contact with her. HELL! I haven't even sat next to her! What in the crap am I supposed to make of that?

I groaned in frustration and threw my head back. Unfortunately behind my head was a metal bar to keep the swinging bench I was sitting on up. So instead of hurting my head I just put a huge dent where my head went. That makes two places in this house I have left the mark of my egotistical head.

I sighed and looked around again. I was sitting on a swinging bench on the back porch of the safe house. The seat gave had a great view around sunset which was why I sat here. The sun would sit right on the skyline of the dense trees setting the golden field the safe house was in ablaze and lit up the sky like a fire place. It was very quiet and peaceful until I heard the shriek of an infuriated spoiled snob.

"ANDREW! WE HAVE TO GO SHOPPING NOW! I'M ALL OUT OF HAIRSPRAY!" I nailed my eyes shut and scowled as I tried to block out that shrill voice of Tori's. I swear if Chloe hadn't wanted to have her along I would have kicked her ass to the curb a long time ago. I smirked a bit as a scenario quite similar to that flashed through my head.

"I just bought you some last week Tori!" it was no use. I was stuck listening to this mundane conversation. Dear God help me!

"You think my hairspray lasts longer than a week? Andrew I am a 15 year old girl! I need more than one can of hairspray every two weeks!"

"Well, excuse me for not being updated on the latest teenage 'must-haves'." I heard Andrew mumble that under his breath. I chuckled a bit since Tori obviously didn't hear what he had said.

"We need to go to the store NOW!" Tori's voice became quite sinister. If I hadn't known it was her I probably would have been ready to kill something that had that kind of voice. I smirked again. That's probably not a bad idea.

"Alright, alright we'll go. Does anyone else want to go? Sim…Simon?" no doubt Simon had the facial expression of a serial killer at that moment. He had been addicted to his virtual online game since the day of my panic attack. Now that I think about it though, he's been attached to the computer like it was heroin. I would figure out what happened later.

"Well, I guess he's not coming, Derek won't want to go, and Chloe doesn't feel well, so I guess we're off!" he said that a little louder no doubt so I could hear it, but I barely did anyway. What did he mean Chloe doesn't feel well? Is she sick? What hadn't I noticed?

I shot out of my seat and opened the back door into the house. I flashed through the kitchen and was by the front stairs in seconds. I heard Andrew for only a few seconds, "Oh Derek! There you are. Tori and I are…okay then." He didn't continue since I ignored him by jogging up the stairs. I turned into the hallway where we all were staying and stopped in front of Chloe's door. I was about to reach for the handle when I froze.

What was I doing? I had not business just waltzing into Chloe's room. What was it I wanted to do anyway? Just see her or….or what? I was at a loss. I just acted on instinct I suppose but what was I going to do?

I stood in front of Chloe's door at a complete stand still. I just barely heard the front door slam shut. Should I go in? Er wait I should knock first. But why am I going in? I guess…I just want to make sure that she was safe. But considering how she was acting around me it would be really weird for me to just pop in and ask how she's doing.

'Just go in. Make sure she's alright. That's all.'

Shut up! I really didn't need my instincts talking to me like a conscience right now. 'Just go in. See her face. Go in.'

Suddenly I found myself knocking on the door. I froze again. What the hell? I didn't do that! Well, I mean I did it, but I didn't mean to!

"Come in." I heard Chloe's weak voice out of nowhere and opened the door before I knew what I was doing. She didn't sound okay and that was the only thought occupying my head unfortunately.

The lights were off inside except a small lamp atop of the dresser. The window curtains were closed so that was the only source of light. I looked to my right to see Chloe turning towards the door under the covers in her bed. Her blond hair was wild and spread all around her. Her hand went under her head to prop it up revealing the black hoodie she was wearing underneath. Her face and lips were a bit pale but her eyes were alight with surprise.

I gulped subtly and prayed she didn't notice. No one said anything. No one made a move. We just stared at each other for a while. Her face was blank except her wide blue eyes gave away all of the emotions she was trying to hide. I probably looked like I was bored or had my smart ass scowl on…oh shit.