Don't push me off the edge.

Thirty four

**** Emma's P.O.V****

I heard Derek walk through the door. " Welcome back." I said as he put the bags on the table below the TV.

I jumped out of bed, checking what he had in the bag, I took out the bag of what looked like potato chips.

" You can read this?" I asked.

" No, just looked like something familiar so that's how I got it. And, a simple pizza." I giggled.

" Aaron's asleep. What should we do?" I sat on the bed kicking my legs back and fourth.

" Well, I don't know about right now." Derek starts. " But, erm," He rubbed the back of his neck. "There's a dance party type thing going on at the Eiffel Tower tomorrow. Wanna go?" He asked, blushing and starting to put the pizza in the microwave. I didn't know what kind. I didn't really think about it, just answered.

" Sure, Well what time does it start? Maybe we can get there at dawn." I smiled.

" Seven. I'll have to see when it is, I personally don't pay attention to dawn and sunrise and stuff." He chuckled.

" Okay, it's settled then." I lied back, hearing the microwave beep saying it was finished.

" Mhm" I hummed. 

He mumbled " Shit," Under his breath. 

" What?" I asked.

" I didn't get plates." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sure you and Aaron don't mind eating without a plate right?" I nodded. Giggling.

We ate the pizza on the bed, having a regular conversation. I stopped and looked at the door. I heard something, it wasn't in the room. But it had to be outside the room. I heard footsteps outside the door. I put my finger over my lips giving Derek the signal to shush. They stopped right in front of our door.

" Someones h-" There was a knock at the door. Me and Derek staring at each other, life drained from our faces. Did they seriously find us? Already?