Pleaz give me some IDEAS guys... I'm running out!

*Disclaimer* I don't own Darkest POWERS... but maybe if I did I would have a bit more ideas T_T

~ Chapter 20: Locked in. ~

CPOV

We sat down for all of five minutes before the door bell began to ring. Apparently a ton of the community folk heard about the "new visitors" and came over to "welcome" us... sort of. They brought over pie-typical- or clothing for the "Alpha's boy" or just came over bearing their brazing eyes trying to look past Andrew to see Derek.

But Derek was in a room somewhere talking to Liam. I saw them wander off as soon as we stepped in, but I didn't want to butt in. I felt horrible for keeping what I said to Liam back at the campfire from Derek, even when I didn't mean to, but I didn't exactly wake him up and tell him either. Why is it I can be so stupid sometimes! ARRRRGGGGG!

"Chloe... why are you torturing yourself mentally?" I woke up from my daydream, and saw that Tori was beside me, her head tilted in my direction. A big smirk rose up on her face; I guess I did something funny?

"What do you mean?" She looked away, straightening herself as she sat up on the couch properly. We were in the -what I presumed was- the living room, a book shelf that was half empty and covered in old food wrappers towered over us on the adjacent wall, and a long thin window covered in junk too, hung beside us. What was this some sort of bachelor pad?

"I don't know, you just look like your brooding over something, does it have anything to do with what just happened in the truck?" her eyes rose up to meet mine, their dark hazel brown giving off a sense of curiosity that built up in my throat in a hard lump that I had to force down in order to answer.

"A little, yeah... I don't know." Her brows furrowed, and she hustled a little closer making the sunk-in couch bounce me up in down. This helped the lump stay down sorta... not really.

"What kind of answer is that?"

"I... kept an assumption from Derek, because I was a little nervous to tell him. I was scared I would... depress him." She gave a high snort at this, and I grunted at her for her rudeness.

"He is already a sad sack wolf boy; I don't think anything you could dish out would even faze him." I sat there ridged, and stiffed my shoulders against her words.

"But what if it did?" She sat up and stared at me straight in the eye, her sobering glare relinquishing any humorous wise crack I foreseen her dealing me.

"You should tell him, whatever it is; he has the right to know if it is that important Chloe." We held our eyes together for what felt like forever, then she turned and lifted the small pile of clothes the town gave Derek and pressed it into my hands.

"Huh_ ?"

"Use this," she patted the material in my arms "as your excuse to get in the conversation between those two." I shook my head.

"No, their conversation is really important, I can't disrupt it!" she pressed her finger to her lip, reminding me that two very able hearing werewolves were somewhere in this house. I shut my yap instantly.

"Then how about this..." and with that, she began whispering a plan into my ear. After a moment of listening I agreed to her plot.

"That's brilliant."

"I knew you would say that."

~*~

I made my way down the hall, Tori pushing me into the first bedroom we saw then she held the door close as she grasped the handle in preparation to leave.

"A_ Are you sure this will work... I don't really know about this anymore?" she frowned at me, and pretty much barked at me to stop whimpering like a cry baby.

"Everything will be fine, you now the plan and we agreed that it is flawless, riiight?" she was prying me, her stare trying to reassure my nerves.

"Yeeeah," I agreed finally, sighing.

"Then, with that; good luck!" I nodded her off, and when the door clicked closed, I made my way into the closet to hide.

~*~

For a little while, maybe 20 minutes I just sat there between the dust devil and a box of old National Demigraphics . The plan was that Tori would convince Derek to try on his new clothing and insist on using this room, then when he closed the door.

*Click*

Yeah kind of like that, I would then jump out and_ wait!

I leapt up out of shock and tripped over the vacuum cord. Suddenly I went ploughing face first into the carpet, my hands out stretched and I probably looking rather stupid laying there moaning.

"Owe wow wow..." I muttered as I raised myself up on my arms, rubbing my nose. Then I looked up and saw him, a lot of him. I looked away.

"What are you doing in here?" he was only in his boxers... so why do I always freak out blush when I see him like that, there is no different between them and a pair of swimming trunks. Dammit Chloe grow up!

"Um," when I looked back up he was already redressed, and wearing what was in the pile. He was a little on the red side, looking away from me like I was the one that was originally just wearing tidy widies.

"Is it some sort of fetish of yours to stake me out? Jeez I'm getting tired of it, first at Lyle House now HERE?!" Fetish???

"Hell no! I just wanted to talk to you!"

"Then can't you knock and wait at the door like a normal person?!" I didn't know what to say to that, I just turned and untangled my leg from the cord then finally stood up.

"Derek," I looked up at him, so tall and embarrassed. I glanced down at his white dress shirt, and the pale jeans that clung to him appropriately and complementally. They said that clothes make the man, and these clothes made this man look completely, um... I could feel my face heating. "Those... look nice on you." Was that all I could spit out?! Chloe, this not the time to be tongue tide! I clenched my teeth.

"That's good," he mumbled gruffly. Well, I wasn't expecting that one? He pulled on his shirt collar, trying to shape it properly to the correct fold, like a polo. "Apparently the Alpha is coming over tonight, and Liam and Andrew want me to look my best." He turned and glanced at me, I felt my cheeks getting hotter, he looked so... Oman! Chloe get a hold of yourself! "I can't believe people just came up to this house and gave me all this?" he lifted the small pile, it wasn't that much but I understood what he meant, I would be a little surprised myself if that happened to me.

"Apparently you are the Alpha's son, so you are kinda' like royalty I guess?"

"I am a prince, is that what you're saying?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe the prince from hell." He muttered with a laugh, I wasn't getting his humour.

"Why do you always put yourself down Derek, you're not a bad person, so stop thinking that way!"

"I am allowed to think whatever I want about myself, you don't control me!" now this was an argument? What happened to our nice little-slightly embarrassing- chat just a second ago?

"Why is it you always go off whenever I say something?" He opened his mouth to add to my comment, but cut himself off, his gaze shot to the door, and that's when I heard it too. That horrible click of someone locking the door, OUR door.

DPOV

I smelt Tori come up to the door, and expected her to burst on in wondering what all the noise was about. Great, another angry chick in this room! But before I could react, I heard the steely cling of the gears of the lock shift.

I saw Chloe burst to the door, she began wiggling the knob and complaining to Tori to let us out. I just grumbled and sat down on the bed. What kind of person puts up a door and installs the lock on the outside anyway? But after a minute of their squabbling I had enough and went up to the door as well.

"Why are you locking us in here Tori, don't you know I am easily capable of breaking down this door, or twisting the lock free?"

"I want you guys to cool down," cool down, so what if Chloe got to me because she kept something silent, I would never get seriously angry at her... I just couldn't. Besides, Liam explained everything to me, so I could understand why she didn't want to tell me the truth, she was worried about me. About how I would react to knowing I had siblings, and how I would react to knowing I watched as one by one they slowly... slowly... disappeared from my younger life. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, maybe I should have never been told about this, and I don't even know for sure if I myself could handle this. Tori is right, at least I need to cool down... but Chloe?

"Hey, I'm sick of all the drama! I just want you guys to make up," Then she went silent, I didn't know for sure if Chloe heard, but I could hear Tori's silent snickering. "Or make out, whichever comes first." A chill ran up my back and I saw Chloe stiffen as well.

"TORI!" I said, Chloe echoing me. Tori gallivanted back down the hallway, with what I presumed a smile on her face. Then Chloe looked back to me with a face pinker than a peach.

"Well," she said kind of nervously... or embarrassingly; I couldn't determine which "Looks like we're locked in."

I sighed and went to the door, ready to twist the knob free when Chloe put her hand on my arm, she was warm, and her hands were very soft... and small. I flinched, but did not pull away.

"No, let's talk first." She said quite steady in comparison to her posture. I felt my nerves well up, but finally I swallowed the lump in my throat in order to answer her.

"O_ Okay. S_s ure." And she gave me that full lipped smile Simon talked about a million times over. Now I saw why he was so mad over that smile of hers, that almost magical curve to her mouth was very addictive to watch. For some strange reason I was kind of grateful to Tori for being locked in... but I couldn't cool down, not like this... with her here, if anything I was going crazy right now to just trying to stand still. My brow was furrowing from stress, what was I going to do?

Oman, why does this have to happen to me dammit!