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Me: Derek? Babe? Are you here?
Derek: What do you want?
Me: Where's Chloe?
Derek: I don't know.
Me: (Smiles). Good. (Moves closer).
Derek: Oh God-HELP!
Derek's POV:
I woke up, feeling crankier than usual. I grunt, annoyed that yesterday I was completely giddy and random, which is kind of creepy, considering I've never been like that in my life. Why had I been so happy? And why the hell aren't we leaving? It's like everyone completely forgot. I forgot, too, until yesterday, when Chloe reminded me.
"Derek? Dude, wake up." Simon nudges me.
I open my eyes. "I'm awake," I grumble.
"You look awful, man," Simon says, shaking his head.
"What? How?"
"I mean...your eyes are purple under them and you look tired and more annoyed than you usually do."
He hands me a mirror and I peer at myself. I grunt. He was right. I do look bad.
"Ew! Wolf-boy; you look horrible! I feel sorry for Chloe," Tori shrieks.
"Get out," I tell her. She retreats.
I climb out of bed, stomping to the bathroom. "Derek?" Simon says. "Why are you so mad?"
I slam the door in his face, wondering what the hell's wrong with me.
"Derek! Seriously, dude! Chloe's not going to be happy about this!"
What? I mean, who cares what Chloe thinks?
I open the door. "So what about Chloe? Aren't you two dating?"
Simon stares at me, arching his eyebrows in confusion. "Um, no. That ended a while ago."
"Alright, sorry, man, now can I please take a-"
"Dude...are you okay?" he asks slowly.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I snap.
"Do you remember what happened after Chloe and I broke up...?"
"Uh, no. I barely remember anything!" I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.
"You two are dating! She's your mate! You're head over heels for her! You guys are in love! Soul mates, lovers, lifers, LOVE."
"What?"
What was he saying? Chloe and I aren't dating. We're not in love. Someone like Chloe could never love me. And-
What the hell?
"Oh, man! Andrew put a spell on you, didn't he? Shit! Chloe's going to freak!"
"What are you talking about? Andrew would never-"
"Shut up and come with me," he says, grabbing my arm and dragging me out. He stops. "Oh wait. Take a shower and eat breakfast, than come with me." He walks out.
After my shower I run downstairs and put some toast into the toaster. I turn around and a girl-Chloe-smacks right into my chest.
"Hi Derek," she says, smiling warmly at me.
"Um, hi," I mumble, trying to walk past her.
She blocks my path. "What's wrong?" she asks, clearly worried about me.
"Nothing. Why would anything be wrong?" I snap.
She stares at me, a look of sadness stamped across her face, until finally it vanished.
For some reason, I felt a pang of guilt. I didn't even know I could feel bad for Chloe.
She lifted onto her toes, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down.
I panicked. What was she doing? I didn't pull away, because for some reason it felt...I don't know. Right. Sweet. Comfortable. Amazing.
She placed her lips on mine, running her tongue along my lower lip. I stifled the urge to moan.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and she bit my lip. She ran her hands on my stomach, than tugged my shirt off.
I didn't even know what the hell I was doing.
But I didn't want to stop.
And I didn't know why.
I also didn't know why it felt so right, like kissing her was something I'd done my entire life.
Than she bit my upper lip, placing her tongue on mine. And, than; well, I couldn't help it; I moaned.
She broke away and smiled at me.
"What just happened?" I ask, breathless.
She frowned at me, her lips swollen and moist from the kiss.
"Um, we kissed? Just like every morning?" she shook her head and pressed her lips together.
Kiss? Every morning?
Were we dating?
What is wrong with me?
Than I had an idea.
"Kiss me again," I say.
"What?"
"Just, do it. And make it last."
"But Derek-"
"Please," I beg. "Come on. Look at me. I'm shirtless. Do. It."
She frowned for a moment, but shrugged and crushed her lips against mine. We stood there, kissing for a while, and than-
Than the memories flashed into my brain;
Chloe and I falling in love, kissing, protecting each other, sitting in the rain...
I open my eyes and break away.
"I remember," I whisper, taking her hands in mine and gazing into her beautiful blue eyes.
I can't believe I forgot about us. Even if it was only for an hour.
"You remember what?" she asks. She seemed like she was unable to break my gaze.
"Chloe! Derek forgot about-" Simon stops, seeing us together. "Oh, never mind. False alarm. He remembers."
I brush my fingers against her cheek and lean down to kiss it. She kisses my neck.
"Um...I'm going to go now..." Simon mumbles, running back upstairs.
Chloe's POV:
As Simon runs upstairs, Derek and I decide to go upstairs too.
We enter my room. I kiss his cheek softly over and over until he moves his head and my lips meet his instead. We sit on my bed, and I sit on his lap. We make-out for a while until-
Tori walks in. "EW! THAT'S NASTY! SIMON! DEREK AND CHLOE ARE HAVING BABIES!"
"Tori, we're not-" I begin, but Simon cuts me off.
"Guys! Please, don't! It's not...you're too young! We're not-"
"Simon." Derek growls, and looks at me. "We're not. Now get out. Both of you."
Simon breathes a sigh of relief. "Just came to remind you; we got to go soon. So hurry up with...this," he waves at us uncomfortably.
"We got to go where?" I ask.
"We have to leave. For some reason, all of us forgot about leaving. Andrew? Gun? Shot? All three of you almost dying? Oh, and by the way, Andrew put a spell on Derek that caused him to forget about you two." He shakes his head.
"I kind of figured," I reply, squirming on Derek's lap.
"Alright. We'll go grab our bags and everything else we need. We'll meet you downstairs. You have five minutes." He glances at Derek, and points a stern finger. "Don't have too much fun." Simon laughs.
Derek stares, but the corner of his mouth twitches and he chuckles. "Yeah."
When the door closes behind them, I look at Derek.
"Why did we forget?" I whisper, unable to break his gaze when his loving eyes meet mine. Something in me, some odd, deep part of me felt...so...weird.
I love Derek with everything in me. But does he love me the same way I love him? His eyes are always filled with genuine love and care, but...
Am I obsessed or something?
Does he love me a lot more than I think?
Am I being absolutely paranoid?
I bite my lower lip and sigh.
"I don't know," he replies, kissing my cheek.
"Do you think Andrew put a spell on us?" I ask out of nowhere.
He stares at me.
"I...I think so..." he mumbles, than shakes his head sharply. "I don't know. My brain's all fuzzy and-and I just can't think straight. Everything is so complicated. I need..." He stops, looks at me, puts me on the bed and stands up. He walks to the wall and leans against it, curling his hand up in a fist and punching the wall.
Hard.
It broke, pieces falling down onto the floor, white and dusty.
He covered his face with one of his hands, and mumbled something unintelligible.
Why did he have this sudden mood swing?
First giddy, than forgetful, than angry, now forgetful and angry?
Something-someone-was messing with us, and I don't know for sure if it's Andrew.
"Derek, please," I beg. "Calm down. It's okay. It'll be okay." I couldn't take it. I've already seen him crying once, and seeing him this angry and upset, well, it was almost just as worse.
He looked at me, and his eyes were red. His face was, too. Wet and red. I press my lips together to keep from breaking down. Why was he crying?
What the hell was going on?
Than I heard a loud gunshot-and saw a bullet-directed at Derek's head.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion.
And, it may seem impossible, but I bolted and tackled Derek with everything in me, and, thankfully, we both fell with a THUD, the bullet crashing into the wall.
I grabbed his arm and we both scrambled up, sprinting out the door and downstairs.
"Derek? Chloe? What's wrong?" Simon asks, but both of us didn't answer.
"Derek? Were you crying? Did you guys-?" Tori's words were cut short by Derek dropping his bag in her hands and marching outside, breaking the front door open with his fists.
I wince at the noise. "Come on!" I say, and us three run out, Simon handing me my bag.
I look around frantically and see him tackling Andrew.
"Look!" I cry, pointing at them two fighting.
"Derek!" Simon calls, dropping the bags and running to Derek and Andrew to help fight.
"What do we do?" I ask.
"What can we do? Nothing!" Tori says, biting her lower lip. I knew she hated not being able to do anything as much as I did.
"But I'm just a necromancer. You're a witch! Cast some spells!" I tell her, urging her to go help.
She shakes her head. "I don't have full control over my powers yet. What if I accidentally hurt Derek or Simon?"
I nod, conceding her point.
After a few minutes of watching them fight, I couldn't take it anymore. I bolted at them, Tori calling me back, Simon and Derek jumping off Andrew. Andrew tried to stand up. I knew I was making a mistake, but at the moment, I didn't care. I jumped right on top of Andrew and started hitting his ribs and kidney as hard as I could. He grunted in pain. I tried to hit his face, anger boiling up inside me, but he grabbed my arm with one of his hands and raised his other one up. His fingers sparked.
Simon shouted. "No! Chloe, don't-"
Derek's footsteps stomped in the distance. "CHLOE!"
Tori shrieked.
The last thing I saw was Andrew's smiling face before everything went black.
Yeah, that's right. CLIFFY! Hope you liked it! You're probably wondering what's up with Derek. His mood swings are creepy, aren't they? :) Well, you're just going to have to keep reading to find out! Love you all! :D