Before He Was Sourwolf

6

As I reach the last step, I survey the empty room and frown. I shrug off the lone atmosphere and walk into the kitchen, expecting to find some kind of evidence of life. 

Well, at least tried to enter the kitchen. The keyword, tried. 

My foot got caught at the last step and I tripped over the rug, face planting and letting out a grunt of pain. I rub my head and dab under my nose, seeing some blood left over on my finger. I sit up, looking at what I tripped over, hoping it to be something I could punish someone with for causing me this pain. 

And what I was met with was the exact thing I was looking for. 

Derek's shoe. 

The boy was going to get it, but I had to be strategic. I couldn't just flat out yell at him for leaving his shoes lying around. That's too simple. 

I grab the shoe and stalk into the kitchen, grabbing a tissue on my way and wiping under my nose to rid myself of all the blood. I became worried when I noticed that no one was in the kitchen, but quickly saw the note on the fridge. I walked over to it and removed the magnet that was holding it up, scanning over the familiar cursive handwriting that belonged to our mothers'.

Kids,

We didn't feel like waiting anymore, and everyone had begun to get impatient (mostly Peter), so we're going out today, and if the business calls for it, them most likely, the rest of the weekend. Have fun, be safe, and don't break anything. Or anything important that's completely irreplaceable.

Love, moms

I turned some music on and started to dance wildly, just having some fun, when I felt a presence come up behind me. I immediately turn around and start to beat Derek with his shoe. He tries to cover his face and head to the best of his abilities, but they were pointless and unsuccessful as I just found more and more places to hit him at. He cries out in pain and finally tries to get away from me, but I hold him in place, getting lazier and lazier with my hits as the minutes tick on. I finally stop, no longer finding satisfaction in the actions, and let him go.

"What was that for?" He whines and I hold up his shoe. He looks at it. "Yes, the shoe you just beat me with, what's so special about it?" He asks sarcastically. 

I threw the shoe at him and he ducked, barely missing it. "Next time I trip over that shoe, you won't have any feet to put them on." I threaten and he shrugs. 

"Not like I meant to leave them in a place that you would trip over. But I guess if I left them anywhere not near a wall you would have tripped over them anyways." He admits, and I shrug in accordance. 

"Yeah, but it seems easier to blame you. Plus, you know that I always carry through with my threats." I smile, and he nods, with a little terror in his eyes. I smile brightly like past few minutes didn't just happen and shove the note in his face.

He reads it and after a minute gets a smile on his face. He crumbles it and throws it into the bin, making a perfect shot. I smile mockingly and clap and he gives me a sarcastic look before bowing over-dramatically. "You might just have a future career in the high school basketball team if you keep that up."  

"Imagine that, me making the winning shot as the time goes out and everyone cheering me on as I just got us into the championships." He fantasizes, and I grin at him. He smiles at me, then shakes his head, "But back to the present, since it's lunch time, wanna go to the cafe?" He asks and it is now I notice that he's dressed  to go out as well. I whine, thinking of going back up the stairs, but do so anyways, climbing up and putting on my normal black converse. I walk back downstairs and greet Derek with a smile, pushing my hair behind my ear. 

"Let's roll out." I say when I reach the bottom and Derek laughs before pulling me out the door and locking it behind me, the two of us starting the small walk to the cafe that was only blocks away. 

While we were walking, a fast black car zooms past us, making my hair dance in the wind, and kicking up the dirt and dust left on the road. Derek watches the car drive away with determination in his eyes.

"One day, I'm gonna own a car like that. Maybe a Chevy, not a truck, but something fast. It'll be sleek, fast, and draw everyone's attention to it. It'll make me look like a ninja. And everyone will envy it. They'll want to be in there with me, every second I drive it." He tells me and I laugh.

"Okay, Derek." I say and he huffs at me.

"I will! Just you watch! And I'll be in a cool car chase thing, pushing it at top speed, and you'll be next to me. Telling me to stop being so reckless and to slow down. Not that it would do you any good, but-" Derek cuts himself off and I give him my full attention. "We'd go through the ironworks! It's always empty over there and there's a long road after it that we can drive off on." 

"You already have our futures planned out don't you?" I question and he grins at me.

"Only the fun stuff." He winks and we both burst out laughing as we enter the cafe.

We order our food and sit down at a table by the window, with our drinks in front of us. "What are you going to do when you grow up?" He asks me and it doesn't take me long to answer. 

"Be a doctor. I want to help people in a way that others can't. I want to be able to help people when they have no idea how to do it for themselves." I answer, then look at him. "What about you? What does the great Derek Hale want to do when his life he's finally legal?" I wonder. 

"Well, I thought being a mentor would always be cool." He admits. "But I don't know for sure. The possibilities are endless, things are always changing, and everything could change in a day. In a second." He looks out the window before looking at me. "But what I do know is that you'll be by my side. Right next to me." He grins. 

"You're not wrong about that." I smile back, and he laughs. The waitress comes by and gives us our food, me my soup and him some monster type of sandwich. For the rest of the time we're making non-important small talk and cracking jokes, most of them inappropriate, and receiving dirty looks from other customers the whole time.

After we leave, we go back to my house, having nothing else to do. Being 11 and having no car, not a lot of money, and no license can do that to a person. I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes, my hands clasped behind my head and my feet on top of the arm rest. Derek had said something before about wanting to go to his house later tonight, but other than that had no other plans for the day. 

I heard some shuffling around, but ignored it, knowing it was Derek looking for something he misplaced. I opened my mouth, about to suggest to him that we watch a movie or something along those lines, when a cold substance gets slapped on to my cheek.

My eyes fly open and they zero in on Derek who has shaving cream in his hand and has silent chuckles raking through his body. When he saw the glare I was giving him, he straightened up and got in a stance, saying he was ready to run.

"It is on." I growl, and smirk as he runs away.

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Should be the last one of the night!!

Ti amo il mio piccolo eroe!! 

-Abby