Never Be Alone #justwriteit

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The sudden sound woke me up. Scrambling from my bed, I quickly pulled on a shirt and carefully made my way into the kitchen where a distinct clanging could be heard. I stepped into the kitchen, and was faced with two soaking wet boys, holding water guns and clearly locked in an intense battle to the death.

I surveyed the damage. The floor was sopping, the cabinets had water running down them, the ceiling was dripping, and there were pots and pan scattered on the floor.

Seeing as neither Derek nor Cyrus had noticed me yet, I cleared my throat. Neither heard. I did it again. Nothing. It was then I took a deep breath and screamed, "DEREK WILLIAM SPRITZ, WHAT IN LUCIFER'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Both boys slowly turned towards me, terror in their eyes. "We were just, um...Cyrus started it!" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Sure he did Der-bear."

Derek just gave me a small little grin before sprinting for the door. I sprinted after him yelling "Oh no you don't, you little bastard." It was only when I felt myself falling, that I realized running on a wet, tile floor, was not the best idea. I hit my head on the slippery tile, hard.

I saw nothing but black for a few seconds before everything came back in blaring, blurred color. Something that resembled a face, hung over me. Slowly, things began to come back into focus. Things weren't so blurry anymore, the were just multiples of everything. I looked at the three-concerned Cyrus's swimming above me.

"Zoe," I heard my name being called. "Zozeeboo," I opened my eyes fully, resulting in another assault of colors and light. Derek and Cyrus were both looking down at me. Concern etched across their faces.

"Hey guys." I said, trying to sit up. Pain stabbed through the back of my skull but I ignored it.

"Whoa! Take it easy, take it easy!" Derek exclaimed, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and continued until I was standing.

"Seriously, I'm fine...or at least I will be when I'm done beating your sorry butt!" Derek let out a yelp as I sprung towards him(the room still spinning). Cyrus was still seated in the floor, shaking his head at us. "You guys are weird...I think I'll keep you." I pouted at him as I got an ice pack from the freezer.

"You can't keep me! I am a free spirit! I am the wind. I cannot be captured nor caught. Ever. I will roam alone forever. Like a lonely alpaca. Wandering through mountain ranges and eating strange, most likely poisonous plants and berries. Oh don't give me that look. I know I'm beautiful. And don't try to tell me I'm different, cause I like that." I flipped my hair. "Destiel." I stated before walking out of the room.

I win.

"What even was that?" I heard Cyrus ask. Derek chuckled but said nothing.

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Lance phoned me that afternoon.

"OHMYGOD, ZOE! HE SAID YES!!!!!" I squealed into the phone. My best friend was getting married! I smiled giddily. "HOLY SATAN'S GRANDMA THAT'S AMAZING!" I shouted, adding a murmured, "and totally expected, but, that is besides the point." I heard him chuckle.

"I nearly forgot! Zoe, will you be my maid of honor?" I shrieked.

"Ohmygod, yes! Yes a hundred times! Of course. When's the wedding? Where? What type of-"

"Whoa. Slow down there, Zo. We haven't gotten to planning yet. It's only been a few hours."

"Wait a minute. A few hours? Why didn't you call me right away?"

"I was a little, shall we say, preoccupied."

I rolled my eyes. "Silly horny friend." He chuckled and we said our goodbyes.
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Cyrus has moved in and it's going surprisingly well. I mean yes, sometimes he's annoying as hell but having someone who looks like a god living with you isn't all bad. Also he can be extremely sweet at times. Yes, its torture but who cares about that.

Derek was leaving in two days. He was leaving to go backpacking in Europe with some of his buddies from school. That would mean it would be just Cyrus and me. Alone. Together. In the same house. For four months. Kill me now.

Derek has planned out the next couple of days with us. Today, we're going bowling and then to a movie. We were on our way to the alley right now. I was sitting in the back of Cyrus's truck. Derek had called shotgun so I was kicking the back of his seat while telling Cyrus how bad he was at driving.

He was just ignoring me and almost getting us killed. Honestly! Where did he get his drivers license? A dead woodchuck?

When we finally arrived at the bowling alley, both boys seemed about ready to deck me. I just smiled and skipped towards the entrance.

Derek and I had been coming here ever since we moved into the area. It was busy but not packed. You could easily get a lane without having to wait to long. We walked over to the dinning area and ordered fries and soda. They're fries were greasy and delicious. A local band was playing on a small stage in the corner.

As we waited for Derek to set up the game, Cyrus leaned towards me. "You look lovely tonight," he whispered into my ear. A shiver ran down my spine from the hot, moist breath caressing my skin. Cyrus pulled away, smirking at the blush dusting my cheeks.

"You okay Zoe?" Derek questioned, walking over to us. "You look a bit flushed." I turned my head to glare at Cyrus, and then back at Derek. "Yeah. I'm fine. It's just hot in here." As I muttered the words, Cyrus winked. He really was annoyingly attractive.

I looked up at the TV that showed our names and burst out laughing. "Okay! Who is who?" Derek had a twinkle in his eye. "Well obviously I am 'Supreme Sir Master'. As for Cyrus, you're 'He who bows to Supreme Sir' and you Zoe, are Voldemort.

I gasped. "How dare you say the Dark Lords name! You imbecile!" Derek chuckled while Cyrus continued to study the names. "You're going first, Derek?" He asked. Derek nodded and Cyrus followed suit. "Okay then." Before Derek's tiny velociraptor brain realized what was happening, Cyrus picked a ball from the rack and rolled it down the lane.

"Hey!" Derek protested. "That was my turn, you twit." Cyrus childishly stuck out his tongue and laughed. Derek sat down, pouting like a Kardashian.

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"Voldemort vanquishes all!" I shouted, after getting my sixth strike. I danced around Derek and Cyrus, poking fun at them.

Cyrus grabbed my waist and held me flush against his body. "If you don't stop, I will be forced to punish you, and, honestly kitten, you don't want that. Or maybe you do." I blushed. I wasn't used to being in such close proximity with others. Especially those of the male gender. Those of the male gender who whisper suggestive sentences into my ear.

"I could totally take you!" I said, suppressed at the steadiness of my voice.

Derek just rolled his eyes at us.

"My god the sexual tension is killing me!" I flushed even more (if possible) and slowly pushed Cyrus away. When I looked up at him, he had a smirk etched on his face that could rival that of Crowley's.

"What do ya say, sugar? Wanna go get down and dirty behind the bar?" Derek punched him in the shoulder and I kneed him in the balls. "Ow!" He screeched. I cackled like a mad scientist while Derek chuckled.

Once I had officially destroyed them, (It took three games for them to get the message. Ugh! Men.) we headed out for the cinema.

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Picture of Derek on the side