(This chapter is a bit different, just to let you know. We shall be delving into sexualities a bit more... clearly than before. And I give a shout out to PrincezzShell101. I agree, Derek and Sitka are indeed cute. ^-^ Please keep continuing to post your wonderful comments and I hope you stay liking this story. Enough with the sappy stuff, let's get on with the story my lovetts. I SALUTE YOU, PRINCEZZSHELL101 :D)

Derek's P.O.V.

Waking up, I felt Sitka sprawled out on top of me. It atcually felt nice and I whined when she rolled over. "Someone likes my weight, eh," she muttered, OBVIOUSLY hearing my protest.

"S'not like you're fat or anything," I said back, looping my legs between hers.

"Yes I am," she grunted, trapping my leg with her ankles and rolling back over me.

"If anything, you're like... You're like a carrot," I said, pulling on my thinking face.

"A carrot? So now we're camping weights with vegitables, yea," she mused, poking my chest.

"Obviously," I muttered, rolling her onto her back.

"DON'T GET CUM STAINS ON THE SHEETS," Myka yelled from behind us.

"LIKE WE WOULD," Sitka yelled back, bumping her head into my chest. "Kill me now," she whispered, exposing her neck.

I, being my usual playful morning self, went forward and nipped her throat, causing her to fake-moan. "Oh, so, you like that do you," I asked cheekily against her skin.

She made sort of a "fffff" sound and nodded.

I smirked and went down her neck, nipping until I managed to find her weak spot and she moaned again, only louder. "Oh, well that sounded real," I smiled, looking up at her. "Was it?"

"Course it was real," she huffed, pulling me up to get us face leveled again. "You can make any woman fall to their knees with just a swish of your manly black hair," she giggled, puffing out her chest.

My guess, it was imitation of me. "I so do not look like that," I whined, pouting.

"The hell you do," she sniped, pouting back. Her puppy dog eyes were by far better than mine. Big, blue, water-y, and it looked like someone had kicked her two-month-old kitten in the head.

"I give up! Just stop looking at me like that," I whined, surrendering.

"Bow to me peasant," she ordered, rolling me over.

"Nevarrr," I laughed, bowling us both onto the floor. She squealed and started pounding on my chest. "Say uncle," I screamed, amusement never leaving my stance.

"In your dreams," she countered, going limp.

Thinking I'd been quite rough, I loosned my grip. Which made her leap up and sprawl me over the floor.

"Even Missy wouldn't fall for the play dead trick, and she was four," Sitka teased, poking my belly.

"Oh, so that's how you wanna play it. It's. On," I said. I quickly rushed out of the room, went downstairs, and into the kitchen. I came back and threw Sitka a can. "Prepare to meet your maker, fould demon," I play growled.

She caught it expertly and we began stalking each other in a circle. She darted out into the hall and leaped over the railing, landing square on the ground. "Catch me now, Thomas O'Malley," she shrieked, running into the back yard.

"You'll pay for that," I screamed back, following suit. She was a good hider. The wind was blowing in a different direction, so I needed to get behind it. By then she might have alread f - crack. I turned and looked into the trees. One of the bushes was shaking. A bracnh rustling on my other side made me turn and I did a 180. It was then that I realised what she was doing. "Y'don't scare me, Sika," I called, wanting to draw her out. Pulling out my can, I sniffed, only put it down again. This scent wasn't Sitka's.

"But what if I never find it again."

The voice was one of the ones I'd heard when me and Sitka had fought. Find what? Then it came to me. The kid was looking for his inhaler. I snorted and fished around in my pockets for it, stepping forward until we could see each other in plain sight. Mind you, I was still keeping an eye out for Sitka, she'd strike wether people were watching or not.

The smaller, more fidgety one tapped the bigger, burlier one who was bending over, searching in the leaves for his inhaler. Fool, I thought. Then I smelled it. Werewolf. The one who was in the leaves was a werewolf, fresh bitten, most likely last night.

"Oh, uh, we were just... Looking for my inhaler," the werewolf stuttered.

I sighed, feighning disintrest. "S'private property either way."

"Yea, sorry dude, it's just really important. You know he gets these horrible spases, though he hasn't had them since we were like, 13, it's still very possible for him to have them again," the shorter one babbled. But there was something about the dorky little teen that had me thinking.

I would ponder it later. Throwing the small divice to the werewolf, who caught it, no doubt, I turned and went back through the trees. Almost when they were immidiatley out of sight and hearing, I was smashed into, full speed, by Sitka. I yelped and we rolled down a ravine, surviving without injury, THANK GOD.

"Haha, I win again," she said, prancing around on her delicate little fox paws.

"Only because I got held up by talking to a werewolf and his human friend," I muttered. That got her attention.

"Oh my god, who was it," she begged, pulling her best my-kitten-has-just-been-bitch-slapped-with-a-frying-pan/I-beg-of-you-to-tell-me-what-happened face.

"Well, I don't know their names, but they looked about 16 or 17. One of them had light brown hair, a jacket, brown/hazel eyes I suppose, he was utterly annoying and didn't shut up. The other one was bigger, darker colored hair, a bit of a high voice, well both of them had high voices rather, and of course, he was the werewolf," I explained. Sitka looked like she was about to explode.

"I know who they were," she muttered.

"Who were they," I asked, inching closer to her.

"Stiles and Scott. I used to know them before...," she broke off, taking a bit of a deep breath. "Before I ran away."

DUN. DUN. DUNNNNNN. Oh my god, yes, so. NOW, WE SHALL WAITITH FOR PEOPLE TO ASK ME ABOUT P.O.V.s. Who's P.O.V. next, Derek's (continued), Sitka's (that girl's gonna have some MIGHTY wicked flashbacks), Stiles' (the kid is gonna be WAY confused), or Scott's (can't say much about him, his P.O.V.'s gonna be short, since I don't exactly know what to with him yet.) SO WHO SHALL IT BEITH?!

On with it. So we have now seen the happier side of Derek. And in case you were wondering, in those cans that he grabbed was whipped cream. I recently read this vampire story on quotev where they verbaly assulted each other with whip cream in cans, IF you want that battle to be continued with Derek and Sitka, I suggest you say it in your comments, because if that happens, SITKA'S SEXUALITY WILL BE REVEALED and there will in fact be more hints OF sex in the upcoming chapters, just gotta get my mind in the right place. (Creative juices =3)

Alright, alRIGHT, you can stop throwing tomatoes and shit, I know this chapter sucked, and I KNOW that isn't what they said in the TV show, but I wanted to change it UP a little bit. PLEASE. DON'T. KILL. ME.

I will be writing longer chapters. Some may be suckish, some may soon one day rule this world, but keep in mind that I am YOUNG and a girl can only do so MUCH. *dramitic 'slide-down-wall-while-screaming-"NO-ONE-UNDERSTANDS"'-thing.*

Songs used (=3) -

Creature Feature - Such Horrible Things

Creature Feature - The Greatest Show Unearthed

Creature Feature - A Gorey Demise

Creature Feature - Grave Robber At Large

Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care

Ellie Goulding - Lights

Taylor Swift - We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Taylor Swift - Safe & Sound

Taylor Swift - Fifteen

Forever The Sickest Kids - She's A Lady

Cody Simpson - Iyiyi

James Blunt - You're Beautiful

AAAAANNNDDDD

Lollipop Luxury - Jefree Star

Yes, I know, interesting song choice, problem with it? I. THINK. NOT. Yea, stay tuned, cuz I shallith be making it another chapter SOON. Bless your face. If you sneezed whilist reading this, bless you. PEACE LOVETTS! (YouseewhatIdidthere? Iseewhatyoudidthere!)