Derek counted his money. He'd been paid a lot of fucking money- this Chloe chick was not only loaded, but obviously a really big deal. Derek had been told everyone would see this - and he only prayed they wouldn't recognize him.
He'd been payed a hundred hundred dollar bills. Ten thousand dollars, in advance. He, of course, had to sign paperwork assuring he'd come back.
And of course he would. He only had a tenth of what he owed his dad.
"So," Chloe sat next to him on the cement pad in front of the studio. She looked at him. He continued to stare at the ridiculous amount of cash in his hands. "Why do you owe your dad money?" Derek tensed and breathed in.
"None of your business." He replied matter-of-factly. Chloe sighed.
"How much do you owe him?" She sounded slightly annoyed. Derek stood and walked away. He heard Chloe sigh, stand, and walk back into the studio.
Derek arrived at Andrew's house and walked in without knocking. He sat on the couch, reading the newspaper. He didn't even look up when Derek walked straight to the kitchen and made a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He walked to the living room and lounged on the chair near the fireplace.
"Long time no talk," Andrew said, not even looking up from his paper. Derek nodded as he stuffed half the sandwich in his large mouth. Derek breathed in, ignoring the scents from the forest, from all the dead animals.
"I hear you're repaying your dad for what he owed the pack," Andrew's voice was hard and disapproving. Derek swallowed.
"What I owed the pack." He corrected. Andrew sighed.
"I hear you're acting now." Andrew set down the paper to look at his old friend's son.
"Just this once. How'd you know?" Derek finished his sandwich and set it's saucer on the side table, leaning back.
"I know the director, and her boyfriend. I'm close with Simon's father, Kit. You should remember Kit." Derek nodded. The blonde guy had looked familiar. That would also explain the blonde hair - Kit's wife had been Danish or Swedish, or something.
"Yeah, I remember. Didn't know Tori had a brother," He thought of the rich snobby girl he'd met. They still talked sometimes. She'd had a crush on him, once upon a lifetime ago. Andrew nodded.
"Yep. I hear she's gotten herself a boyfriend. A skin-walker, goes by Rafe." Derek blinked in surprise.
"A skin-walker, eh?" He laughed shortly.
They talked for a while, laughing and catching up. Later, around seven, a knock sounded at the front door. Andrew stood and answered, and there was Kit, who smiled easily at Derek. He nodded in return.
"I hear you're Mikey in Chloe's new movie," Kit said as he walked in and sat on the love seat. Derek nodded. "She's really taken a liking to the way you play him." Derek continued to nod, slowly, lips pursed, as he stared at the floor. Andrew sighed.
"How's your dad?" Kit asked. Derek looked at him, not moving his head.
"How do you know my dad?" Derek asked tensely. Kit gave a small smile.
"Supernaturals have to stick together." Kit's voice was a little sad, and soft. Derek turned his face to Kit's then.
"Seems your son feels as if that doesn't count for werewolves," his voice was accusatory. He glared at Kit under his lashes. Kit frowned.
"What?" He said, crossing his arms. Derek shook his head once.
"I got to get going," Derek said, standing and brushing off his jeans. Kit nodded and stood, too.
"Me, too." Andrew grabbed Derek's arm lightly as Kit left.
"Stay here tonight." Andrew said, carrying Derek's saucer to the kitchen. "I know you haven't been going home lately. Just stay here, in the guest suite." After a moment, Andrew returned, and Derek nodded slowly. Andrew smiled.
"Great. How's pork chops and potatoes sound?" Derek raised a brow, knowing Andrew couldn't cook. Then he glanced down to the hand dangling by Andrew's side, with two microwave meals. Derek laughed.
"Sounds fine, Andrew. Ah... Thanks." Derek looked away, scowling, and itched the back of his neck. "I'm gonna go... Change first." Andrew nodded.
"Of course." Derek didn't know, as he walked out the back door and into the woods, if Andrew meant 'of course' to the thanks, or to the Changing, but he figured it was for both.
He smiled bitterly as he found a small clearing.
"Time to do this..."