Forrest Green

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Chloe's P.O.V.

"I'm okay. Really," I said. "Are you sure?" Simon asked. I nodded and dryed my cheeks with the back of my hand. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said. "Okay," Simon said and stood up. "I'm going downtstairs to do loundry. Wanna join me?" he asked. "No, I'm good, but thanks," I said. I really just wanted to stay here. Alone, maybe cry some more. I know I sound so pathetic and kliché. The girl that cries for no reason.

But I had a reason. Some one had manipulated with my DNA. They experimented on me and wanted to use me for there own purpose. And there were other kids, that were killed becouse they didn't want that. Becouse they stood up for them selfs. And I was afraid. What if I stood up and were killed?

I dont have a death-wish, but I dont wanna be the girl, that sat on the side and just watched horrible things happen, without doing anything to stop them. But what could I do? I was exactly that- just a girl, a kid, and there was nothing I could do...No there was actually something I could do. I could warn those other kids, tell them to be careful, maybe even ending up safe them. Yes. Now that this was my main goal, I could keep on going. Maybe...

Simon looked one more time at me and I gave him a convinsing smile. Just go, please. Not that I didnt wanted Simon to be here, I kinda just wanted to be alone, thats all. I would actually love to be alone now. He gave me a smile and walked out of the door. "Well, I should probably go too. I can hear the homework calling," Tori said. As she walked pass me she awkwardly pettet me on the shoulder and then walked out too, closing the door behind her.

Now there was only me and Derek left in the room. I could feel the almost-awkward sillence in the air. His eyes looked into mine and my heart began to beat faster. Then...something weird happened. His eyes kinda glinsed. Like there went a light through them. Must have been a trick of light. He walked over to me and sat on the bed close to me. So close I could feel his body-heat. He was really warm. It was actually kinda nice.

"Are you sure you are okay?" he said. I sighted.

"To be honest: no. Not at all. I am terrified. I just want to roll up in my blanket and never see the daylight again. And cry. Like a lot." I giggled, but I kinda still wanted to cry.

"Can I join?" he said. I smiled at him. Derek sure knows how to joke. Only it actually sounded like he wanted to. The picture of us two, cuddeling under a blanket...Okay stop. No, just no. But the thought made me blush anyway. "You're welcome," I said. "Hehe, yeah," he said. Only it sounded a whole lot sexier. Oh, would you stop, teenage-girl-brain!

"So, tell me more about that furture-seeing thing? You havent happen to see me before, have you?" he sudenly said. That took me completly off guard. "Wh-what? N-n-no...I-i-i...what?" I wasnt sure if you could blush more then I alredy did, but somehow I maneged to do that.

There it was again, that glimt in his eyes. He gave me a smirk. "I was actually joking, but it looks like I hit a soft spot," he said, teasing, yet sexy. I swear, if you think sexy about Derek one more time...I looked away. "Eh, yeah. You got me! I did actually had a vision about you..." I was kinda hoping he just would drop it there, but... "Really?" he sounded surprised. The sexy voice was gone. Too bad...my girly brain thought. I ignored it.

"And...what did you see?" he asked curiosly. I cleared my throat and looked him in the eyes. They had this amazing green color. No, not just green. Forrest green.

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Becouse they kinda reminded me of the forrest. So alive, yet so calm. So intents, yet cold. I could stare in his eyes for a centery if I was asked too, if I could...Aaaaand CUT! Thank you girl-brain for totally screwing me over, like you always do.

Now he will think I'm a dumb blond, that keeps staring at him. Heck, he maybe even thinks I have some sort of crush on him! Don't you? No! I do absoulutly not! Sure, he is handsome, not in a All-American boy way, more in a darker, exotic, dangerous way, and for some girls that might be a turn on...Girls like you?...But no, not for me. Maybe...

I maneged to look away and shrugged. "It was a dream. I just saw you and me sitting together, just like we do now, actually. Then...You was yelling at me. I think we argued. And then...well, I kinda saw you naked. No, not like complitly naked...j-j-just in boxershorts. You were on the ground, and... and then I saw you and me and...Yeah, that was what I saw," I said and could feel my cheeks burn.

"Oh, okay. Was that why you kinda filliped out when you saw me in school?" he asked. I sighted in relief. "Yes. But you know, it was kinda weird. Like you dream about something, or someone, and the very next day it happens, or you meet the person.

Sure, you could say that I should be used to those kind of things. After all I can see ghosts and the furture, so I always know what will happen. Well, at least most of the time. Sometimes I dont see things in time and I cant prevent them. But other times I see it happening and when its happening I can make it not happen, you know?"

He gave me a smirk. "Surprisengly I do. But it must be really hard, right? I mean, you must have seen somethings happen, things you couldnt do anything about in time, and then live with it the rest of your life..." I looked at him.

"I saw my parrents die." I said. It just slipped out of my mouth and I couldnt control it.

"Oh, I am really sorry. And here I am, sitting and not doing it any better by rubbishing about seeing things you couldnt prevent and living with it the rest of your life..." He faked a giggle. "Nice one Derek. Thats the way to cheer someone up," he said sarcasticly. I couldnt hold back a little giggle.

"Do you mind telling me what happened? I mean, I understand if you dont want too, I just..." I cut him off. "No, not at all. It actually kinda helps taking about it," I said and looked him in the eyes. They were filled with worry and sorrow and concern. And it made my heart beat even faster, but you know, minner detail. And so I began:

"It was in the end of Febuary. I just turned seven a couple days ago. My parrents were going on an important meeting with my farthers buisness-partners. They let my aunt babysit me. We watched movies all night and I think I fell on sleep on the coutch. I had a really weird dream.

I was standing in the middle of a crossroads. A car was driving towards me. And to my right were my parrent car driving towards me. The first car was fast. Too fast to stop in time. I knew what was going to happen. But I couldnt do anything. I just stood there, frozen to the ground. My parrents car drove by in front of me from my right side and the other car hit them. I could hear them scream in the last momment. The horrible sound of metal against metal and the sound of rubber against the concrete, when the other car tried to slow down, but it was too late.

I remember waking up. I was screaming, crying. My aunt came in, tried to calm me down. I told her about the dream. And she...she got this really ad look on her face. Then, an hour later or so, she got a call from the police, telling her that her sister and her housbend were killed in a car accedent. That was when I realised, that my dream was real. And that I could see the furture. My aunt told me about it too. After the accedent she took me under her wings and we have lived together in her appartment ever since.

She tought me everything about supernaturals, helped me dealing with ghosts and my visions. She was, she still is, my only mother and farther-figure. She is my only family. But even though I love her, I still miss my mom and dad. How we used to be together, laugh together and..." My voice broke and tears came streaming down my face for the second time that day.

Nice Chloe, its not even 2pm and you already broke down twice, my cynical brain said. My girly brain though, shut it down and began to think about even more sad things.

Suddenly I could feel a warm arm around me. Derek. He pulled me close, like in some sort of a hug, and even though it kinda felt awkward and maybe a little unconfterble, it was at the same time really nice, and actually unexpected, expeciouly from a guy like Derek.

I dont know, but he just seemed like that type of guy that wasnt all about toutchy feelings and sensitive hugging. But I guess you shouldnt judge a book by its cover.

I leaned closer in to his chest and cryed out. He now had both of his arms around me. I put my arms on his back and broke the last distance that was between us. I burried my face in his sweather. He stroke me gently on the back. "It's okay," he said and his deep voice rumbled in his chest.

I continued crying for what seemed like hours, but was actually only acouple of minutes. In the end I just sobbed a couple of times and just layed there, on his chest, his huge, warm chest and let his sweather observe the remaining tears. Then I slowly pulled away. He let go of me, but still kept one of his hand on my arm.

"Are you okay now?" he asked gently. I nodded. "Yeah, sort of," I said. I realised that I must be looking like crap. Red face, completely soaked in tears. I looked away and quickly swiped my face with my hand. Then I turned to Derek again. He was looking at me with sadness and concern in his eyes. And I was to upset to stop my girly-brain from get lost in those amazing forrest green eyes...He stroke my cheek with his thumb, swiping a remaning tear off. That act made my heart skip a beat, again, minner detail.

"I'm really sorry, Chloe," he said. I looked away. "It's not like you can do anything about it," I said. He took my chin and turned my face towards him. "I mean it. I am sorry. I know how hard it can be...not having your parrents around, feeling all alone..." He sighted. His hand dropped. The ego-centered person I am, I had completely forgotten that Derek was an orphin too. That he was adoppted and that his parrents had left him in a very young age too. Suddenly a question jumped out of me. "How...how old were you when...when they left you?" I asked him.

He looked surprised at me, taken complitly off guard. His eyes filled even more with sadness as he answerd. "I...I was six. But it was more complicated then that...I...my dad he..." his voice broke, and I knew, that even though Derek was to tough to begin to cry, he really wanted to. Even though, being the tough guy he is, he would never admit it.

So I cut in, ending his suffering: "I'm sorry. Really," I said and gently stroke his arm. He looked me in the eyes. "Thanks," he just said. We continued looking at eatch other. His green eyes metting my blue ones. The time seemed to stand still. And the girly brain played scens where me and Derek were doing everything else then just look at eatch other...I cut it off and focused on Derek instead.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was cut off by Simon, who yelled something downstairs. "DEREK! I cant reatch the fabric softener!" Derek looked at the door. I actually think I heard him growl. He looked at me again. "I better go help him before he brakes his voice or just puts something random in the washing machine," he said and gave me a smirk.

He stood up and walked out of the door. Before closing it, he looked at me one last time. "Are you gonna be okay alone?" he asked with concern in his voice. I nodded. "Go, I'll be fine," I said. He nodded and walked out closing the door behing him.

I fell on down on the bed and sighted. This guy...Wow. Just wow. He really gives meaning to the words dont judge a book by its cover. He seemed so cool and rude when I first met him, but already in less then 24 hours he prooved me wrong. He turned out to be this sensitive, caring guy, that just swiped the feet under me. Well, okay, I will never admidt that to my self, but maybe I had a crush on him. Maybe. Just a little one. I closed my eyes and smiled for my self. I was sooo screwed.

Sooo? Is it Chlerek enough for you? If not, to get you in the mood: Listen to Love Whiplash by Jayme Dee, THE MOST Chlerek song i know! Tell me what you think in the rewiews. More is coming, dont wory! And until we meet again:

AWAYS STAY FABULOUS!

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