Chloe Sounders' Day Off

Sorry, i am a little late on track. I have been rewriting this chaper a whole week before finally being done with it. It actually didnt turn out as I wanted it too, but no biggie, you get the more importent and "action packed" part later this week, I promise. But its still totally CHLEREK-PACKED! Like, oh my god, okay, I ley you find out yourself- here we go!

Chloe's P.O.V.

I woke up around 11, reliefed that Kit had let me stay home today. I rolled out of bed and walked out in the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I stripped my clothes off and turned on the hot warter. I stood under the stream for 15 minutes, waching off the dirt and fear of the past night.

When I got out, the bathroom mirror was all fogged, so I wiped it off with my hand, like I always do after a hot shower, and looked at myself. I had a pretty bad cut on my left cheek and some smaller cuts in the rest of my face. I looked down at myself, only to see my legs being covered in smaller scratches, probably from the small sticks in the woods.

I turned around and tried to look down my back. I couldn't see mutch, but it still hurt. I looked in the mirror and saw an ugly briuse on the lower part of my back. "Aah," I exclaimed to myself. I shrugged. What was it, just a few scars and a little bruise. No biggie. Besides, rumor has it that guys dig scars. Although, I doubt that Derek will.

Derek... He was pretty mad at me last night. I was pretty mad at him too, to be honest. I shook my head and sighted. "Why does it always have to be so complicated?" I asked, looking at myself in the mirror. When I didn't get any response, I got dressed and went downstairs to make myself some breakfest.

When I walked in the kitchen, I saw, to my suprise, Derek, sitting at the kitchen table. "Ah!" I exclaimed when I saw him. He shot me a glare. "And goodmorning to you too, Chloe," he said. I gave him a shy smirk. "Sorry. I just...I-I didn't expect you to b-be her-re," I said and walked over to the fridge.

I opened it and grabbet the milk. "Oh, and goodmorning," I said as I shut the fridge. I placed the milk on the table and found the cereal and a bowl and placed them on the table as well. I sat down and poured up the cereal in the bowl. "Are we...are we okay?" I asked, as I began to pour the milk in the bowl.

He looked me in the eyes and I felt as if he looked right through me with those green eyes of his. "I don't know, Chloe. Are we?" he asked. I shrugged. "I don't know," I said. "Look, Derek, I-" He cut me off. "Chloe!" He leaned over and held my hand.

I had poured the milk over and there was now a pudle under my bowl. "Ups," I said. He shook his head and got up to get a dishtowel to dry off the pudle. When he had done that, he sat back on his chair again.

"As I was saying-" He cut me off again. "You are not gonna eat cereal with your hands, are you?" he asked. I looked confuced at him. "What?" He pointed at the bowl. I looked down on the table and realised that I had forgot to take a spoon.

"Ups," I said and got up to get a spoon. I opened the drawer with the spoons and took one. I walked back to the table and sat down. I looked at Derek. He just sat there, looking at me.

"So," he said. "Huh?" I asked confuced. He grunted. "You were saying..." I tilt my head. "Oh!" I exclaimed and blushed slightly. "Yes. As I was saying: I don't want us to be in a fight, Derek. I don't want you to be mad at me, and I don't want to be mad at you, okay?"

He just looked at me, his expression unreadeble. "Yeah," he finally said. "What?" I asked. "I...I don't want us to fight either. It's all so stupid, really. I got mad at you because I was worried about you and...I can't really explain this without sounding like an idiot." He grunted in frustration.

"Hey, it doesn't matter. The past is past, forgive, forget, right?" I said and smiled at him. He gave me a smirk. "You stole that line from a Disney movie, didn't you?" I shot him a glare. "So what if I did?" He laughed shortly.

"So, are we okay?" I asked. "Yeah, we are. But would you please stop referencing to Disney movies all the time?" I gave him a teasing smile. "I can't promise anything," I said. He rolled his eyes, but still had a smirk on his face.

I began to eat my cereal. "So, what are you doing home anyways," I asked with mouth full of soaked cereal. He gave me a smirk. "Dad wanted me to stay home to babysit you. You know, make sure you don't sneak out again to play 'hide and seak' with sadistic-demon-possessed-ghosts," he said.

I shot him a glare, but couldn't hold back a small smile. "Ha ha ha, really funny," I said. "I thought so, since you were smiling," he said. I shot him another glare. He looked at me with amusement in his eyes.

"How's your wound?" he asked, his eyes changing from amusement to concern. I shrugged. "It hurts. But it's no biggie, really," I said. His eyebrows wrinked, not convinced. "We take a look at it when you have eaten, okay?" I shrugged. "Whatever," I said and continued eating.

"So, tell me," I said after swallowing a spoonful of cereal, "what kind of music do you like?" He looked confuced at me. "What?" I shrugged. "Music. What do you like?" He shrugged. "All kind, I guess," he said.

"Well, I already know you have a weakness for swedish-indie-pop, but what else?" I said and gave him a smirk. He shot me a glare. "Hey, Tove Lo have some pretty good lyrics, okay? And besides that...Hmm... Have you ever heard of X Ambassadors?" I thought about it for a second. "Yeah, I think I heard like one or two of their songs once, but I haven't really listened to anything else by them. Why, do you like them?"

He shrugged. "Like and like. I listen to them sometimes, but to be honest, I am not a music-kind-of-guy. I like sillence more. As in complete sillence. Better for my werewolf-hearing anyways." I shrugged. "Well, I actually concider myself a music-addict. And a book-addict. And a movie-addict. And a..." He cut me off. "Is there anything that you are not addicted of?" he asked with a smirk.

"Drugs?" I said. He laughed shortly. "What about you? Do you read?" I asked as I ate the last of my cereal. "Yeah, I do actually," he said. "What do you read about?" I asked. "Math and physics stuff mostely. And wolfs," he said. "Shocking," I said sarcasticly. He looked confuced at me. "What?"

I shrugged. "Of course you read about wolfs. Probably as mutch as I read ghost-stories and watch Ghost Whisper and Ghosbusters," I said. He gave me a smirk. "I am serious. I am part wolf, afterall. And sometimes I find some interesting stuff," he said.

"As what, may I ask," I said as I got up and walked over to the sink with my bowl. He shrugged. "Stuff about wolf nature, how they interact with eatchother, mating..." I cut him off. "Mating? Do werewolfs do that too?"

He nodded. "Yeah, we do. It's pretty serious actually. Or at least thats what I have heard," he said. I nodded and put my empty bowl in the sink. I came back to table and sat in my chair. "How does it work then?" I asked.

He shrugged. "With wolfs the alpha finds a mate, the alpha female, and they make pubs in the mating-season. If it happens that one of them dies, the other will find another to be with.

But with werewolfs it's more complicated though, because we are also human. The bond is stronger. A mate is 'the love of your life'. If a werewolfs mate dies, he or she will suffer through depression and will maybe never find a new mate. Some say they will commit suicide, but...I don't know if I believe that one though."

I nodded. "Wow. That's deep. But, how does a werewolf know who is his mate?" I asked. He looked thoughtfully at a spot on the table. "Your wolf tells you," he just said. I nodded again. "Yeah, that makes sence. I mean, it is a wolf-thing," I said.

He looked me in the eyes and I felt a shiver down my spine. Not a creepy one, but a more gentle one. "We should look at your wound," he said. I nodded. "Yeah, we probaly should," I said. "Go lie on the couch," he said. I nodded and walked to the livingroom. He followed me.

I lyed on the couch. He stood there for a second. "What?" I asked. "Yeah, maybe you should roll up your sweather, so I could actually see the wound?" he said, a little sarcasticly.

I blushed. "Oh, right," I said and rolled up my sweather, so it only covered my upper-body. He sat on his knees and leaned closer to my back. He ran his hand over the wound, and an "Ah!" escaped my lips. "Does it hurt?" he asked. I turned my head and shot him a glare. "What do you think?" I asked a little sharp. He rolled his eyes. "Hold on, I get some ice," he said, stood up and walked out in the kitchen.

He came back a couple of seconds later with frozen-peas rolled in a distowel. "No ice. You have to deal with peas," he said and sat on his knees again. He gently put the peas on my wound. "Argh!" I wimped. "Sorry," he said.

I looked back at him and shot him a glare. He returned it. "Maybe next time, you will not go out in the middle of the night with a violent-demon-possessed-ghost," he said. I gave him a death-stare. "I'll remember that, next time," I said sarcasticly.

He gave me a smirk. "What?" I asked, getting more irretaded. "Nothing. Its just...You kinda look like a kitten when you are mad," he said.

I reatched out my arm towards his shoulder to smack him. He dudged and I got over-balance and fell on the floor, face down. I lyed there for a couple of seconds, catching my breath. The fall made my wound hurt even more. "Ahhhh, fuuuck," I whispered in pain. Derek giggled in the back. "Fuck you, man," I said and turned around. The wound began to hurt even more, but I didn't care.

I kicked him in the stomach with my foot. It was like kicking a rock. "Heey!" he exclaimed. I lifted my brow and shot him a glare. He gave me a smirk, and before I knew it, he was sitting on my legs and holding my arms to the floor. His face was a few intches from mine and I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks. He smelled like toothpaste. His green eyes looked into mine and I could feel that shiver again, this time through my whole body.

"Chloe Sounders, I thought we had a deal about you not being violent towards me?" I shot him a teasing glare. "That deal expired when you started being a sarcastic little ass, Derek Souza," I said and tried to fight against him, but he had a tight hold on me, so it was impossible.

He smiled at my atempt to escape. "Let me go," I said, trying to be serious. "Not before you promise to not slap, kick or do anything else violent towards me again," he said. I shot him a glare. "Fine. I promise. Unless you start being an ass again, of cours, then I would have to kick your butt," I said.

He laughed, but let go of me, standing up to sit on the couch, immediately standing up again with an "Ah!" I got up myself and looked at what he had sat on. It was the peas. And then I cracked of laughther.

"It's not funny," he said, offended. I looked up at him, still smiling. "Oh, no. It's halirious," I said and laughed again. He shot me a glare. "Okay, okay, I stop," I said, still giggling. I sat on the coutch, acsedently hurting my wound. "Aahh!" I exclaimed. Derek shook his head and made me lyed down again, placing the peas on my wound.

After a couple of minutes he asked: "Feeling better yet?" I turned my head back. "Why, are you tired of playing nurse?" I asked with a smirk. He shot me a glare. "Do you think you can manage to not make a sarcastic comment for one minute?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Depends. Can you?" He shook his head, but a smirk appered on his face. "I think it's enough for now," he said. I sighted. "Well, you're the nurse," I said and sat up. As he took the peas back to the kitchen, I rolled down my sweather again. I felt a little cold, so I put my hood up as well. I knew I should have put on sweatpants and not shorts.

Derek came back and sat on the couch beside me. "So, since it's your day off, what are you planing on doing?" he asked. I looked at him. "I don't know. You have any ideas?" He shrugged. "We could work on our english assigment?" he asked.

"Aaah, yes. Getting a day off from school only to do my homework. A real dream come true," I said. He shot me a glare. "Fine, fine. We can work on the assigment. But after that, we make muffins," I said and got up and walked towards the stairs. Derek walked behind me.

"Muffins? But you just ate breakfast," he said. "So? A girl can have her muffins on her day off. Besides, it's chocolate-muffins, and chocolate contains the chemical dopamine, the chemical of happiness, aka, it makes you in a better mood," I said as I walked up the stairs.

"Huh, you really know your biology. Makes me wonder why you are so bad at it," he said. I turned around and shot him a glare. "No. It's just chocolate. And I not bad at biology. I am actually pretty good at it," I said and continued walking up the stairs.

"Mhm," he mumbled as we walked down the hall, towards his room. "How are you gonna make muffins, when we don't even have flour in this house?" he asked as we walked into his room. I sat on his bed while he walked to his computer to start it up. "Well, I guess that we would have to make a trip to the grocery-store then," I said.

He shook his head. "Whatever," he said and sat in the chair at his table. I walked over to him and looked over his right side. He opened the document and looked at me. "So?" he asked. I studied the document. I leaned closer to scroll down and read the whole story. When I was done, I looked at him. "It just needs some editing, besides that, I think we are done," I said.

After a half-hour we were done and I walked to my own room to put on something more decent for grocery-shopping. When I came downstairs, Derek was standing in the doorway, playing with his keys. "Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded as I put my boots and coat on. "Let's go shopping!" I said and gave him a smirk. He rolled his eyes as we walked outside.

We got in the car and Derek started it. We drove away from the house, towards the closest grocery-store. Niether of us said anything for a while, but then I broke the sillence, asking him a question that was flowing in my head for a while now.

"Derek?" I asked. "Mhm," he said without looking away from the road. "Are you...Are you afraid?" I asked him. He looked at me from the cornor of his eyes. "Afraid of what?" he asked. I sighted. "Of The Edison Group and the experiments," I said.

He was quiet for a couple of seconds. "Yes. I am," he said quetly. I nodded. "Me too," I said. "I am afraid of what they could do to us, what they already have done. I... I keep thinking about those other kids, about Liz and Royce, and I..." I didn't finish the sentence, didn't know what else to say.

Derek nodded. "I know. I... I think about it too. I don't wanna see my family get hurt. I don't want you to get hurt. I just want all of us to be safe, to not worry about this kind of stuff. But, I guess that's impossible when you're a supernatural. There will always be something to worry about, wether you like it or not."

He parked the car in front of the grocery-store and looked at me. I nodded. "Yeah. But in the same time, its a part of who we are, isn't it? It belongs together. The supernatural part and the danger part. It will always be," I said. He shrugged. "I guess it is," he said and got out of the car.

Derek's P.O.V.

Me and Chloe walked between the shelves in the grocery-store. She had a basket in her hand and seemed to look around for certain things. I had no idea what it was, so I just followed her around.

"Okay, I think that's it," she said as she putted a chocolate bar in the basket. She turned around and looked up at me. "Let's go to the cash register," she said and walked around me, slightly brushing her arm against me waist. The movement send a shiver down my spine. I turned around and followed her.

There is three questions, that you can ask yourself to find out if someone has a crush on you:

1. Does the person look you in the eyes often?

2. Does the person ask you personal questions: What kind of music you like, if you like to read e.t.c.?

3. And finally: Does the person often have physical contact with you: Brushing there arm against you, having there hand on your shoulder while you talk, e.t.c.

What do you think, mut? Can we answer yes to all these questions? I think we can! Conclution- This girl has a crush on you!

Where do you find this stuff?

The womens magazines, usually.

Ehm, okay. But still: It's just a coincidense. And she asks me those questions because we are friends. And you look people in the eyes when you talk, thats just good manners.

But still- Her AURA!

What aura?

Are you blind? Look at her.

I looked at Chloe. She had her back to me, standing in the line to the cash register. Her aura was white. As if she knew I was looking at her, she turned around and looked me in the eyes. I looked at her aura once again. Yellow and...pink. "Long time waiting, huh?" she said to me. I nodded. She sighted and turned around again.

So? What did I say. You know, we should have made a bet on it or something. I know! You owe me a night with the wonderful-sexy-goddess!

Ehm, no. Not happening. And okay, maybe she likes me. And I like her. But..I don't really know how to do this kind of stuff. I mean, I never had a girlfriend before and... And me and Chloe always get in a fight, so I doubt that we will be a good couple. And what if it wont work? Then it will be really, really, REALLY awkward afterwerds. And I really don't think that it should be right now, with all the Edison Group stuff and all that.

Okay, FINE. If you won't do it now, it's non of my buisness. But, a word of advice: If you deside to do it later, there might not be any 'later'.

And then he was gone. I was beginning to think that our conversations have devaloped a sertain pattern over the last few weeks. He says something inapropriate, I disagree, he gets mad and disapperes, where after he makes me do stuff that I don't commit on at all. Wether this pattern is healthy or not, I havent desided yet, but I have my doubts.

After I payed for the groceries (Chloe saying: "Well, I don't have any money," with a guilty smirk and me rolling my eyes, paying the casher), we walked out to the car. "I can't wait to make some culinary master-pieces!" Chloe exclaimed. "And I can't wait to see you fail," I said as I sat into the drivers seat and started the car.

"Are you questioning my gastronomical-skills?" she asked, offended, yet with a smirk on her mouth. "Yes," I said as we drove out of the parking lot, back to the house. "Well don't! I am an excelent cook and my muffins are the shit," she said and crossed her arms.

"See, that I have no doubt about," I said. She smacked my shoulder. "Hey, no violence against the driver!" I said. She stuck her tongue out. "I wouldn't have to if the driver wasn't offending my cooking-talents," she said.

I parked the car in our drive-way and we got out. As soon as we got inside the house, Chloe putted the bags in the kitchen. She then came back in the hall to take her shoes and coat off. I was still taking my coat off when she rushed back to the kitchen. When I was done, I walked out in the kitchen as well.

Chloe had set her hair up in a pony-tail, showing more of her gorgeous face. She was looking in the drawers after something. She seemed to finally had found what she had been looking for. On the top shelf.

She sighted and turned around, looking helpless at me. "Could you...?" she said with a tiny voice. I gave her a smirk. "Can't reach the top shelf?" I asked as I walked over to her. She gave me a glare. "Hey, it's not my fault that I'm only 5"3," she said.

I shook my head and looked at the top shelf. There was a lot of stuff there. "What is it exsactly that you want me to get?" I asked. She sighted. "Here, help me," she said, and began to crawl on the counter. I realised what she wanted me to do. "Oh," I said and held her waist, lifting her up on the counter. She stood on it on her knees, looking at the shelf. "Ah, here it is!" she exclaimed.

She crawled down again, sliding down on the floor between me and the counter. We were so close that I could feel her body-heat. She was looking up at me, he blue eyes shining. She gave me a small smile. I realised how close we were actually standing and took a step back. She walked around me, back to the groceries. I stood there for a second before turning around and walking to the table.

I sat down and watched her make muffins. She was on for an 45 minutes or so, before she finally putted the muffins in the oven. "So, now we have to wait 30 minutes before taking them out, and then another 20 to 30 minutes till they cool off and we can eat them," she said and looked at me. I began to laugh. She had flour all over her face and chocolate on her left cheek.

"What?" she asked confuced. I shook my head and walked over to the sink to take a washcloth. I walked up to her. "You have flour and chocolate all over your face," I said with a smirk. "Oh, ups," she said, and I could she that she blushed under the coat of flour. "Here, let me," I said and beagan to wipe her face clean.

As I got to her left cheek, the one with the cut, I tried to carefully wipe around the cut, but she had somehow maneged to get chocolate on it too, so I had to wipe it off as well. "Ah!" she exclaimed as I wiped the cut. Her hand went up to mine to stop it. "Sorry," I said. She looked me in the eyes, her hand still on mine. "It's okay. Just...carefully," she said and I continued to wipe her face clean.

When I was done, she still had some flour in her hair, but nothing on her face, so I threw the cloth next to the sink and helped her clean up the mess. When we were done, we sat at the table across from eatchother. I looked at her. "What?" she asked. I shrugged. "I like your hair. But, without the flour though. It looks nice in a pony-tail," I said. She blushed. "Oh. Thank you," she said and looked away. "You're welcome," I said.

She looked at me again. He aura turning pink.

Well, well, WELL!

Oh, look who's back!

Did you miss me? Aww, I am so toutched.

I don't have time for you, Wolfie. I am counting Chloes freckles.

That's cute. Another thing you could do is grab her, hold her tight and kiss her like you never kissed before. Like you never gonna stop, showing her that she is the one that you want and...

You watch to many chick-flicks, Wolfie.

Only when you do, mut.

Whatever.

I looked Chloe in the eyes. She had these innocent, doe-like blue eyes. They remined me of the sky on a bright summer-day.

Now, who is the one to watch to many chick-flicks?

Oh, shut up.

Chloe's P.O.V.

I watched Derek, watching me. It was like an unofficial staring-contest. Without the contest part. I looked in his green eyes, so deep, yet still distant. So warm, yet still cold, somehow. My eyes went down to his mouth for a nono-second. Just a quick look. I wonder how he taste like... That was very innapropriate. Sorry, but I do. Shouldn't we find out? Ehm, how about no. Absoulutly not. Nope. Nada. Never.

He sees me as a child. I am a child! Look at me. I barely have any curves, I look like a 13 year old and I referens Disney-movies. Yeah, that's is sutch a huge turn-on for guys, isn't it? How can you say Derek has no backbone, when you talk about yourself like that? I...Ehm.. I don't know. I shook my head and broke our eye-contact.

My phone buzzed, telling me that the muffins had to get out of the oven. I stood up and walked there, putting on heat-proof gloves and opened the oven. I took ot the muffins and placed them on the stove. "Well, now we have to wait till they cool off, and in the meed time..." I walked over to the paper-bags and took out a frosting-mix. I shook it, showing it to Derek. "We make frosting!" I said.

He looked confuced at me. "You want me to help you? But, I'm a guy. I can't do that stuff," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Hey, cut that gender-roll crab and get your ass over here," I said. He stood up and walked over to me. "Wash your hands first. The first thing you do before making anything, is washing you hands," I said. He rolled his eyes and washed his hands by the sink.

"But for real thoug, have you never helped in the kitchen before?" I asked him as I was making everything ready. He shook his head. "Nope. If you haven't figured it out yet, I am more to eating the food, not preparing it." I laughed shortly. "True. But still, you have to learn how to make food. When you live alone, nobody is gonna be there to make it for you."

I put the mix in a bowl and poored the milk in too. "I am actually not planing on living alone. Ever. I am gonna live with Simon," he said. "Oh, really? No offence, but I doubt that Simon even knows what tempature warter is boiling on," I said as I rolled out the wire of the mixer.

"True," he said, laughthing slightly. I turned around and gave him the mixer. "Mix," I said. "Ehm, what?" he asked confuced. I took his hand, the one that held the mixer, and put the mixer in the bowl. I turned it on and it began to mix. "Just hold it there," I said, almost yelled through the noice. "Hold the bowl too, and turn it in cirkles once in a while, got it?" He nodded. "Good," I said, smiling.

When Derek was done, I took a spatula and mixed it a couple of times in hand. Then I put the frosting in the fridge and turned around, shutting the fridge door. "Well, wasn't that fun?" I asked. He gave me a smirk. "Sure, if you say so," he said. "Arh, cheer up, mate," I said with an australian accsent. Ish. He laughed shortly. "Please, don't say that like that ever again," he said.

I shrugged. "I can never statify you," I said and crossed my arms. He gave me a smirk. "That is not true. Right now I am pretty statifyed, seeing you, looking like an angry kitten," he said. I punched him in the stomach. "Hey!" he said. I looked up at him, stareing in his eyes. "I am not a kitten. If I am anyting, I am a lion," I said.

He gave me a teasing smirk. "A very little lion," he said. I stuck my tongue out at him. "You are cruel, Derek Souza," I said. A light in his eyes again. "And you are tiny and cute, Chloe Sounders," he said with a rasphy voice. I shot him a glare. "I am not cute! I am fierce as fuck," I said, offended, allthough my girl brain was yelling: Cute! He called you cute! Oh my god! CUTE!

He stepped closer, breaking the last distance between us. He looked down at me, smiling that sexy smile of his. "You can say that. Expecially when you keep punching me all the time," he said, his eyes on my mouth. "I will keep punching you until you learn to behave," I said, trying to not think about in what way this could be misunderstood, if we were in a different setuation. You know, *wink, wink*.

"But what if I don't want to behave?" he asked, leaning closer. Ooh, is that what he meant by this. Okay, keep it cool, Chloe. Those rom-coms have prepared you for this, just tilt your head a little and...And what? What do I do then? Oh my god! The guy I have a crush on is about to kiss me, and I don't know how to kiss! Shit!

Suddenly, that light went through his eyes again and he stept away, leaving me cold without his body heat. What? Why did he do that? "Aren't those muffins sone cold enough? I'm pretty hungry," he said without looking at me.

"Ehm, I think they are, actually," I said, a little confuced of the sudden subject-change. Here we were, talking 'dirty', about to make out, and then he suddenly backs-off? Pretending like nothing happened? Okay, maybe I just misunderstood the setuation or something, but I really doubt that.

I mean, he was leaning in, wasn't he? And he was looking at my mouth, isn't that what you do when you are about to kiss some one? Then what happened? I was ready, I was all in on it... or was I? Sure, I kinda panicked a little, thinking about the angles and the turning our heads-part and all that, but beside that, this was what I wanted. Or was it?

I mean, say we kissed, and that meant that he liked me and I like him too, but after that, then what? Do we date? Become girlfriend/boyfriend? What if it doesn't work out? Then it will be super awkward, thats for sure.

And with all this happening, the stuff with the Edison Group and all that, I really don't think that it's a good idea to begin to date eatchother. Oh, god, why can't I just be a normal girl and he be a normal guy, and we could date and it would be amazing, and we could cuddle under a balnket without worrying about psychopathic-scientests and ghosts and werewolfs? Why, WHY?

I sighted as I took out the frosting and put it in a small plastic-bag to spread it out on the muffins. Then suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. "Derek?" I asked, still spreding the frosting. "Yeah?" he said, somewhere behind me. "Are you...are you changing?" I asked, biting my lip. Sillence. Then: "No, no I don't think so. I haven't got any mood swings or anything and I am not itching. Why?" I shrugged. "Just asking," I said. Well, if he's not changing, then this is not one of his mood swings. What else could it be?

Derek's P.O.V.

I'm gonna kill you.

What?! What did I do wrong?

You almost kissed Chloe! What were you thinking?

I was thinking that I wanted to kiss her, and you wanted to kiss her, so I didn't see any reason why not to.

Are you completely out of your mind? I can't just kiss her! It will ruin everything!

And what is 'everything'?

Our friendship.

Oh, my dear boy, what you two have is not friendship. It's more of a I-want-to-bang-you-but-I-am-afraid-of-what-happens-afterwerds-because-I-am-insecure-and-I-actually-really-like-you-and-want-to-be-with-you-but-I-am-not-sure-if-this-is-the-right-time-to-addmit-feelings-relationship.

Yeah, okay. But without the bang-part, though.

But you do want to ba-

You still haven't answered the question. Why did you do it, if you knew what will happen afterwerds.

Instinct? Sex-drive?

God help me, you are sutch a perv.

Meh. Besides, you don't know what will happen afterwerds. You only worry about it and imagine it, but you don't know.

And you do?

No. But I have no interests in waiting for you to be ready to find out.

And then he was gone again. "Derek?" Chloe asked. I looked at her. She had her back to me and was spreading frosting on the muffins. "Yeah?" I said. "Are you... Are you changing?" she asked. I hasitated. What made her think that? "No, no I don't think so. I haven't got any mood swings or anything and I am not itching. Why?" She shrugged. "Just asking," she said.

She was sillent for a while. "Derek, could you take out some plates and some glasses and something to drink?" I got up. "Sure," I said as I walked over to the drawers and took out the glasses and plates. I then walked over to the fridge, taking out two cokes. I placed all the stuff on the table and sat down. "There," Chloe said, as she walked over to the table with two muffins in eatch hand. They actually looked delicious.

She placed eatch on it's own plate and sat down across me, taking one of the plates in front of her. "Are you sure they not gonna give me stomach-aetch?" I joked. She shot me a glare. "I am sure mine is eateble. But I will be careful, if I was you. You don't know if I had to put something in it that will make you so sick, that you finally stop offending my cooking," she said.

I gave her a smirk. "Just covering all the bases," I said and took a bite. "Oh my god, Chloe," I said with mouth full of muffin. "This is delicious!" I exclaimed. She shot me a glare. "Don't you ever doubt my skills, Derek," she said and took a bite of her own muffin. She chewed and swallowed and then looked at me. And began to laugh.

"What?" I asked, taking another bite of the amazing-chocolate-masterpiece. "You have frosting in your face," she said, giggling. "Where?" I asked. She shook her head and took a napkin. "Here, let me get it for you," she said and stood up to walk over to me. She stood over me and wiped the area around my mouth. "There, now you are clean," she said, still standing over me.

She looked me in the eyes and I felt it again. That feeling, that oh so strong desire to grab her and kiss her and just... No. I can't. I looked away and mumbled a "Thanks," taking another bite of my muffin. She sat on her chair again and ate her muffin.

We didn't talk mutch afterwerds. As soon as I was done, I went up in my room and locked myself in there. If I had to be in the same room with her any longer, I wouldn't be able to control myself, and that would make Wolfie very happy.

Very, VERY happy, indeed.

Oh, Wolfie, you little son of a bitch. Always putting Derek in inapropriate setuations. Well, thats why i love you. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter, please review and follow and all that.

BYE BYE! :*