Jambo! Sorry it took me so long to update, I had a week in Paris, which sucked really bad, and now have Driver's ED three days out of the week right after school for two hours, so I have time to do nothing on those days and relax as much as I can on the other days. Last Sacrifice also came out, which I have been spending all me free time reading. I'm halfway done, although I'm going to quit reading it if Adrian or Christian dies, which will be terrible. In fact, the only reason I'm updating before I finish it is because I got a hilarious review from Green Eyes In The Rain (who might just have something you guys will love coming), which totally motivated me to finish this chapter early. The winner for the last Author's Note contest is Autumn O'Shea Swan, although I didn't really understand your chapter request, mostly because it seemed like you wanted a new story, which I'm not doing, not a chapter. So the prize goes to one of my favorite FanFictioners, BlugurlzJLJ. Yes, congrats, everything you asked for in your review is in here. Last thing before I leave you to the chapter, on Friday, I went to see Narnia with my friend, the one who Julie's based off of, and we were laughing our asses off the whole time, making stupid comments. Then, right after that, when I was calling my dad to come pick us up, she saw that there was a Tangled playing in 10 minutes, so we wound up going to that too, and my dad dropped off my sister, who's 13, to come see it with us. My friend wouldn't sneak into the theater, what a killjoy, so we had to buy a whole new set of tickets. Tangled was actually hilarious, and that's coming from a horror movie girl who hates musicals. Both of the movies had hot guys, the Eugene/Flynn guy, yes even as an animated person he is hot, and Caspian, who is so much sexier with that hot beard. Now, onto the chapter! (Also, this chapter is totally perverted in weird ways, even the chapter name.)
"Simon!" I yelled from the couch, where I had been reading another book I got from Casey. It was around noon the day after Simon became my personal slave.
"Yes oh mighty one?" he said in an angry Zambian accent, coming around the corner. So far, I had told him he had to call me a different complementary name every time he talked to me and he had to speak in a Zambian accent, which he hand to look up. And yes, I also had made him bring me stuff just for the fun of annoying him.
"Go find Casey and ask her where the Harry Potter movies are. Then bring them to me please. And don't help him Julie."
"Why would I do that?" Julie asked, following Simon out of the room, video camera on him. She had vowed to document his whole time as a slave. They seemed to really like each other too, since Julie told Simon she would have to sleep in his room to fully capture what it was like to be a slave.
"You see it too?" James said, coming out of the video game room.
"Yeah, you going to be Simon's ultimate wingman?"
"Nope, I had no wingman to help me out with Casey, so Simon's not getting one for my sister," he said, sitting on the couch and flicking on the TV.
"How did you guys get together anyway?" I asked, watching as he flipped through the guide.
"She came here like 7 months ago and two weeks after that we were all forced to go camping and we wound up getting 'lost' for a day," he said simply, finally deciding on a rerun of The Walking Dead. Oh irony, how I love you.
"What do you mean by 'lost?'"
"She told me later that she purposely walked us around in random directions when we were collecting firewood so we would wind up alone for a long time." Then I started cracking up.
"Okay, how many movies has that been in?" I said, still laughing.
"Not many actually," he said. "She just did it for us to get to know each other better. That was when I started liking her though. We actually got together a month later."
"Okay, no offense, but Casey's weird."
"I know, that's why I love her," James said, smiling at some memory or something. "So how'd you and Derek come to be?"
"Uh… It's kind of a long story that I would prefer not to get into," I said, not wanting to talk about my and Simon's almost relationship.
"Aw come on!" he yelled. "I told you my love story, only fair you tell me yours."
"But involves things that I would really not like to talk about with anyone, and just forget." When James raised his eyebrows I quickly said, "No! Nothing like that, there was nothing like that, at all. It was just-"
"Here's your stupid movies," Simon said, tossing six boxes at me. When I glared at him he added, "Oh powerful ghost talker."
"You were saying?" James asked expectantly.
"Nothing!" I yelled at him, definitely not talking about the almost relationship now.
"Simon," he whined, turning to him. "Chloe won't tell me how she and Derek got together."
"Simon I order you not to tell him anything, although I don't think you would want to talk about it anyway," I said.
"Yes master, and I actually wouldn't care, I'm happy for you guys and am over it all," he said.
"Thanks Simon," I said, actually getting up and hugging him. "You get two hours off."
"Yes, freedom!" he yelled, running towards the video game room. "James, COD, now!"
"Alrighty then," James said, getting off the couch and following Simon. He turned back and said, "We are not done talking about this though."
"Yeah we are James," I called after him.
"Do the next two hours need to be documented?" Julie asked, looking at the camera.
"Just go in every half hour or so and show what they're doing," I suggested.
"That works," she said, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Then she saw what I was reading. "Oh my god, you're reading Maximum Ride? That's the third book right?"
"Yeah," I said, looking down at the book. "I'm guessing you read them?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Okay, then when do Max and Fang start making out, and do they ever swear?"
"Don't even ask!" she yelled, grabbing a pillow and squeezing it hard. "Don't even mention it! Fang was so fricken stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid Fang! I refuse to read the next book!"
"What?" I screamed. "Now I want to know what happens!"
"No, no you don't," Casey said from behind the couch, making me jump. I looked back and saw she was only astral projecting. "In fact, you shouldn't even read Fang, it was the worst book ever, I actually started sobbing."
"Okay, all these things are just making me want to know what happened!"
"Seriously, don't read it," Casey said. "Anyway, Miles wants you to meet him out on the dock for some sort of training."
"Oh joy," I said sarcastically. I closed my book and got up off the couch. "Julie, if I'm not back in two hours, send Simon outside."
"Sure," she said, grabbing the remote. I went downstairs and walked out to the dock, where Miles was leaning on a table he had set up with a box on top of it. Oh this is going to be great.
"Yay you're here," he said. "We got some interesting stuff to do."
"Hurray," I said. "What's in the box?"
"Dead people's things!" he said happily. He jumped up on the table and crossed his legs, pulling the box towards him. When he saw me looking at him suspiciously, he quickly added, "Don't worry, they're all buried a long way away, or cremated. Wait, what happens if you're around someone's ashes?"
"I don't know, and I would prefer not to find out," I said, glaring at him.
"I'm just saying, that would be so cool if like the person's soul went back into the ashes and then they moved into-"
"Shut up Miles," I said.
"Sorry," he said, reaching into the box. "Okay, so this was my dad's." He pulled out an old watch. "Summon with as little power as you can, then gradually work up."
"Sure." I took the watch and joined Miles on the table. I closed my eyes and focused on drawing the memory of Mile's dad from the watch. Every few second I would amp up the power and after a minute or two, there was an "Ahem," and I opened my eyes to see an Asian guy in a lab coat.
"Uh, hi," I said, not really sure what Miles wanted me to do after I summoned him.
"Hi… Is there something you need or were you just- Miles?" the guy said.
"Yeah, hi Dad," he said, looking kind of uncomfortable.
"I'm over last time if that's what you're worried about," the guy said. "7 years gives you a long time to forgive."
"Wait, you haven't talked to him in 7 years?" I asked, looking at Miles.
"Uh… Yeah, let's drop it though. Chloe, this is my dad, Pierre Chang, who worked on the Genesis Project. Dad, this is Chloe Saunders, one of the necro subjects."
"Ah yes, I remember you," Pierre said. "Did the experiment work?"
"Uh… Not exactly, I make zombies in my sleep."
"Oh, well that would be a problem then," he said. "My fault, sorry. I was one of the two people that worked on you."
"Oh, well, that's… I don't know what it is actually."
"Don't worry, I completely understand," Pierre said. "I would be kind of weirded out if I met someone who modified my genes. Anyway Miles, I like the earring." (For anyone who watched LOST, I liked the Miles in that one flashback and thought the piercings made him hot, so he's got one on his ear.)
"Uh… Thanks," Miles said, still looking a little uncomfortable. "I kind of went through an emo stage a while ago and kept it."
"Do you have pictures from then?" I asked, trying not to laugh.
"Maybe," he said, glancing at me quickly before turning back to his dad. "Well… We got to go, I'm trying to get Chloe to control her powers. Bye Dad."
"Bye son, summon me whenever," Pierre said before fading away.
"So…" I said, not really wanting to bring up any bad memories.
"Just drop it," he said, dropping the watch back into the box and taking out an old version of Shakespeare's work.
"Ew, whose was this?" I asked, taking the book and holding it at a safe distance.
"Frank's dad's, now just do the same thing."
"Sure, and what exactly do you want me to do when they pop up?"
"Uh… say hi and tell them you know Frank," he said. "Maybe they'll start up a conversation."
"Joy, we aren't doing this for everyone are we?" I asked, looking in the box and seeing it half full. "I need to be back inside by 2."
"Fine miss impatient," he said. "Now summon up an old guy."
And for the next two hours, I got to talk to 20 old people. The only interesting one was Charlie's grandma, who was crazier than Charlie, and not old-person crazy. She went into a bunch of stories about Charlie as a toddler, how he had a weight issue and didn't get potty trained until he was five.
"Uhg, I hate old people!" Miles yelled as he put all the stuff back into the box. "They're so boring! No one wants to hear the 'in my day' stories!"
"Agreed," I said, standing and watching him. "Can I go inside now, I need to resume Simon's life as a slave."
"Yeah, go," Miles said. "Tell Julie not to miss anything, I want a copy of this." I went back inside and ran into Derek and Tori, who were surprisingly not insulting each other while alone in the kitchen.
"When'd you get up?" I asked Derek, going over and kissing him, which earned a gagging noise from Tori.
"10 minutes ago," he said, taking a bite out of a sandwich he was holding.
"Why?" I asked, only slightly surprised.
"We were up until two Chloe." Casey had med us watch the encore of Titanic, which didn't end until the next day. For anyone who's wondering, Tori actually wound up crying and Derek and Casey were laughing their asses off at the end. (Yes guys, Derek is a man, he does not cry at hilarious deaths.)
"So, I was up at 11."
"So was I," Tori added. "And does anyone know why Simon is talking in a British accent?"
"It's Zambian!" I corrected her. "And because he's my personal slave and I told him to."
"Why is he your slave?" Tori asked.
"I won a bet."
"The one you somehow won last night?" Derek asked.
"Yeah, you want to know what it was on?"
"Yes Chloe," Tori said impatiently.
"That you guys secretly like each other and who would admit it first," I said in one breath, waiting for Tori to blow up. Five-Four-Thr-
"WHAT?" she yelled, looking at Derek at like he was crazy. I didn't even get to 1. "I didn't say anything!"
"Chloe that was sarcastic!" he said, looking at me.
"Uh huh," I said, looking between him and Tori. "Then prove you hate each other."
"Hate is kind of a strong word after all we've been through," Tori said hesitantly. "How about strongly dislike and find incredibly annoying?"
"I agree with her," Derek said. "Because I definitely still don't like her."
"Uh huh," I said again. I'm just going to say that over and over and let this thing play out.
"I don't! How could you like someone as bitchy and annoying as Tori?"
"Look who's talking, Mr. I'm too smart to talk to normal people."
"Well at least I don't have anger issues Tori," he said. That really pissed Tori off, which only proved his point, which I think made her more pissed and her hand started sparking.
"Tori," I said, looking from her to Derek, who was only smiling, with a worried expression.
"No let her do it," Charlie said as he came into the room. "I like fireworks."
"Thank you Charlie," I said, throwing my hands up in the air. "Okay, prove you don't like each other without blowing my boyfriend up please." Tori thought about that for a second before walking over to Derek and whispered something to him, while smiling evilly. Then Derek looked scared and started protesting.
"No! That's not what happened! Tori-"
"Don't care Wolf Boy," she said, still smiling. "Just remember that next time you're thinking up a smart ass remark." She then left the room.
"What'd she say?" I asked immediately, really worried that Derek was scared.
"I'm not allowed to say," he said. "She'll do it if I do, and I really don't want her to do it."
"How is she supposed to know if you tell us?" Charlie asked.
"I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances."
"Well I need to go find out!" he yelled, jumping off the counter and running in the direction Tori had gone. I turned to Derek.
"Is it seriously that bad?"
"Yes, yes it is," he said, sitting down at the table with his sandwich again. Sighing, I went into the pantry to make my own sandwich. As I was getting out a knife, I heard hysterical laughter from somewhere upstairs. Then there were pounding footsteps on the stairs and I could hear someone saying something over and over again. It was Casey, saying "Kiwis" over and over for some reason.
"Chloe do you like kiwis?" she asked as she came into the room.
"Uh, sure?" I said, still not used to her randomness. My answer somehow made her crack up though, and she was still laughing as she left the kitchen with two kiwis. (Unless you watched TDWT, don't worry about it, it's just a perverted joke from the show.)
"Wow that kid is weird," Derek said, going back to his sandwich.
"Yeah, but now I really want some kiwis," I said, putting down my half made sandwich and going to the fridge. (Do you even keep kiwis in the fridge? I have no idea. Sorry if you don't.)
"Yeah me too," Derek said, getting up and following me to the fridge. I opened the door and started looking through drawers and trying to find the kiwis. After a minute, Derek sighed and reached over my head to the bag of kiwis on the top shelf. I turned to him.
"Thanks," I said, looking up at him and taking the bag. He smiled and gave a silent laugh before going back to looking at the fridge.
"Now I want some more fruit," he said, pushing around some jars to see behind them.
"Never took you for a fruit person," I said as I walked back to my sandwich.
"Blame Simon. Couldn't have any good food so I had to stick with fruit." He picked up some peaches and sat back down. I sat down next to him and we talked for a while, finishing our lunches. Then Simon and Julie came in.
"Yeah, I mean I really don't- Damn you're in here," Simon said as he saw me. "Guess my break's over."
"Yeah it is, go sit in the pantry and organize it for 20 minutes. And I didn't hear any Zambian accent!"
"I forgot," he said, now talking in his accent. "To the pantry!" He went to the pantry while Julie sat down with Derek and I at the table.
"So how are you guys?" she asked, putting down her camera.
"Uh fine I guess," I said. Derek gave his usual response, a grunt.
"That's good, I'm actually really seeing Simon be a slave. It's really entertaining. Especially the whole accent part."
"I know, it's hilarious! That's why I did it," I replied. Julie suggested a couple ways for me to torture Simon before Frank then came in.
"Hey kiddies," he said, ruffling Julie's hair. He looked at Derek and his mouth dropped. "Are you eating kiwis and peaches?"
"Uh, yeah…" he said, sounding as confused as I was. Really what was with these people's obsession with fruit?
"Uh, that's um… HILARIOUS!" Frank yelled before cracking up.
"Why does everyone keep laughing at that?" I asked, kind of getting annoyed now.
"Sorry," he said once he could control his laughter. "I've been watching too many of their movies." Then he started laughing again. I turned to Julie.
"Do you get any of this?"
"Kind of…" she said. "Although I'm not a perv, so I don't find it funny."
"Oh great…" After a few seconds, Casey came running into the room, with Tori a few steps behind her.
"Chloe!" she yelled as she stopped a foot in front of me. "Tori said you direct stuff."
"Yeah… Why?"
"You want to direct a music video?"
"For what song?"
"I was thinking This Afternoon by Nickelback." (I love Nickelback people, and that song is one of their best and one of my overall favorites, although it's about staying up all night drinking, but still an awesome song, so if you hate it, too fricken bad!)
"Never heard it," I said. I wasn't really a rock music kind of person, so I only knew like two Nickelback songs.
"I have," Derek said, completely surprising me. Somehow I never pictured Derek sitting around listening to music either. "It's alright. I had the real music video before."
"I'm guessing that might have something to do with the 20 bikini wearing girls walking around a pool," Tori said, smiling at Derek. He glared at her.
"Actually no Tori, I found it really hilarious, just like how you took the time to count them all," he said coldly. (Remember, he's still trying to prove he doesn't like her, so he's being mean.) Her mouth dropped and then she smiled. Something clicked in his mind and he looked afraid, standing up and backing away from Tori. "Come on! I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!"
"As much fun as it is to hear you beg Wolf Boy," Tori said, still smiling. "I follow through with my promises. Frank do you have a blow horn?"
"Yeah," he said uncertainly, looking at Julie. She closed her eyes and after three seconds, a blow horn appeared on Frank's lap. "Why?"
"You'll see," Tori said, grabbing it and holding it up to her mouth. "Hello everyone, Derek was being an ass so I'm getting some payback. Last night, or this morning actually, during Titanic, Derek actually was crying at the end. Yes, the Big Bad Wolf was crying and actually has feelings. Now everyone come down and make fun of him please. Tori out." (Are the people who think Derek is a whimp happy? I honestly don't think he'd ever cry, but I needed something for Tori to threaten Derek with, I had something else but it was perverted and would ruin any still innocent minds that are out there.) There was total silence for a few seconds, before Derek started growling and moving towards Tori, and Frank and her started laughing.
"What?" Simon yelled from the pantry. I had completely forgotten about him, whoops…
"Simon you can come out now," I said. He immediately burst out of the room and ran to the table.
"Seriously?" he practically screamed, staring at Derek with a way too amused expression. Derek just glared at him, which was of course the best answer he could have given. Simon immediately collapsed into a chair and started laughing hysterically. At this point, even I was smiling, but I quickly wiped it off my face when he turned towards me.
"For what it's worth," I said. "I think it's hot." It really was too, everyone loves a sensitive man. He stopped and looked at me, no longer growling, before glancing at Tori, who was still laughing with Frank and Simon.
"I'm going to kill her now," he said, walking towards her. I caught his arm.
"Now as fun as that sounds," I said, pulling him back towards me. "That would not be good."
"Fine, then I'll maim, or seriously injure," he said, pulling against my grip and starting to growl again. (Anyone not know where that's from? Poor Dobby.) Okay, now this was just getting funny.
"No you don't," I said, pulling harder on his arm, doing nothing of course. "Come on, let's go upstairs and get you calmed down." He continued glaring at Tori, barely taking notice of what I had said. I took on a gentler tone. "Derek." Finally, he looked down at me. "Please, you'll regret this later." He sighed, looking at Tori once again, before finally agreeing to leave.
I led him upstairs, quickly moving past the second floor, where laughter was radiating into the staircase. We went into his room and I pushed him onto the bed. "Sit." I sat down next to him. "We're not leaving this room until you don't feel like killing anyone." We just sat in silence for a few minutes until he looked over at me.
"For the record, I wasn't upset because Leonardo DiCaprio died," he said. "That was actually hilarious, but I just realized something during the second end."
"And that was?" I asked, glad he wasn't talking about ways to kill Tori.
"How terrible it would be if that happened to you," he said, smiling a little. "Not freezing to death after the Titanic sunk of course, but just dying in general." He looked down at feet then. Awww! I never expected Derek to be so sweet. I moved closer and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back. His words got me thinking about how my life would be if he died. I really couldn't imagine it. Just that it would be terrible and well, unimaginable.
"I can't even imagine what it'd be like if I lost you," I told him, hugging him even tighter. He pulled back a little, just enough so he could brush my hair behind my ear and kiss me. He pulled away again, resting his head against my forehead.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said, bringing me closer to him. We stayed like that for a few more minutes. Then he pulled back yet again, brought a hand up to rest on my cheek. He looked hesitant for a few seconds, then looked me in the eyes and said, "I love you Chloe." (Cue the aw's.)
I was stunned, to say the least. I mean really, this was Derek, the guy who almost never revealed his feeling or emotions, to anyone. It was totally unexpected, and yet… maybe it wasn't. Maybe I loved him too. Sure, I had only known him for a month, but sometimes that's all that was needed. I thought it over for a few seconds, then, seeing Derek begin to look panicked, I said it. "I love you too."
He got a huge smile on his face and pulled me back into another hug. "You scared me for a few seconds," he murmured against my neck. "I thought I had just humiliated myself more than Titanic."
"No, you just caught me by surprise." I turned my head just enough to kiss him. "You're good at that."
"Well you're much more predictable," he said, smiling. "No offense." Wanting to prove him wrong, I jumped on him, pushing him onto his back with me on top of him. He just stared at me before saying, "Okay, I take that back."
"That was the point." I kissed him again, not pulling away this time. After a minute, I reached for the bottom of Derek's shirt, pulling it up as much as I could with me lying on top of him. He flipped us over, breaking away just long enough to pull his shirt off the rest of the way. He was just grabbing the edge of my shirt when Charlie came bursting in. We immediately sat up as fast as we could. Casey was so right.
"So are now crying about Dumbledore's d- Whoa!" he yelled, seeing us still on the messed up bed.
"Charlie!" we both yelled. He just smiled.
"Hey I'm not the one who left the door unlocked, to me there is no such thing as personal space," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Although I do hope I didn't interrupt anything, it'd be such a shame to deny Derek the chance to unleash some of his dog instincts."
"SHUT UP CHARLIE!" we both yelled again. He only laughed and skipped out of the room.
"Okay, can I kill him?" Derek asked, glaring at the door, which had closed as Charlie passed through it.
"I'll help," I said, picking his shirt up off the ground and throwing it at him. "Casey told me she had a fake Freddy Krueger claw thing in her room, I say we get those and make it fun."
"Why does she have Freddy claws? Halloween?" he asked, pulling his shirt over his head.
"She said she got them at the after Halloween clearance sales, so she can wear them and act out scenes."
"That kid is so not normal," he said, walking over and grabbing my hand. "Now let's go kill the annoying British boy."
Okay, sorry if it sucked, but I had to cut it short so it wasn't too long and was rushing the last third or so so I could finish it tonight. On the bright side, I finally accomplished that 5,000 work or less rule I made at the beginning. Wasn't that just adorable? Who doesn't love proclamations of love? Again, normally I would never make Derek cry at anything, but I needed something for Tori to blackmail with and something really sweet as well, that also made you wimpy Derek fans happy, so there you go. I was so perverted in this chapter it's not even funny, actually it is funny, I was cracking up half the time I was writing this! Sorry if I messed up anyone's mind, mine is already too messed up to possibly try to be normal. The Zambian accent is from Blood Diamond, in case anyone thought I was being too random. Let's see, I seriously recommend no one ever reads Fang, unless they want their heart ripped to pieces by fictional characters. Who liked the Derek and Tori fights? I had a lot of modified quotes in this chapter, so let's do another Author's Note contest! Whoever finds a quote first that sounds like it's from somewhere else, put it in a review and tell me where it's from and who said it, you'll get a shout out and… I don't know, something you ask for in that review. That means there'll be several winners, so hurry up little FanFicters! Yeah… so that's all I can remember from this chapter, it took me way too long to write. So, I will attempt to update as soon as possible, and please review people! It makes my day and motivates me to write. I'm now going to stay up until 6 reading Last Sacrifice. Review please!