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Laura
I woke up the next day extremely disoriented. I sat up as my vision cleared and I surveyed the room.
I never left Derek's house did I? I thought to myself. I turned to the other side of the bed and bit back a scream.
Why the fuck was Derek in my bed? Where was Josh? The last thing I remember was falling asleep beside him...
And then it all rushed back to me. The nightmare, the screaming, my clinging to Derek. Come to think of it, I slept the entire night. I glanced down at Derek and sighed. Was he really the reason I could sleep better? That made no sense whatsoever.
I pulled at my hair. Josh must hate me. I didn't know why I grabbed Derek.
That's a lie. I knew exactly why.
I felt safe with him. More so because he saved my life, he took me away from Damon...and that's something I could never forget and yesterday when my nightmares came I saw Damon... I'd never had a nightmare about anything other than the crash. This was new and scary. I thought I was getting better but I was only getting worse. In that moment all I wanted was to feel safe again, and the first person that popped into my mind was Derek. It wasn't like I liked him more than a friend he was just...safe. And right now that was all I needed.
"Derek...er...can you move your hand from my waist please", I awkwardly asked. Derek rolled over to face me and removed his arm. He yawned as he stood up and walked to the closet.
"You can borrow something of mine for today, I have some jeans that my sister left behind when she left for college, you can use those." He looked at me expectantly.
"Sweet cheeks we have school".
Oh. Right.
I nodded my head as I grabbed his jersey and his sisters jeans. I headed into the washroom and changed.
Where was Josh? I thought as I was changing. Would I see him today? Would he even want to see me? After what happened last night I wouldn't be surprised if he never wanted to see me again. I exited the washroom and walked downstairs. I found Derek mulling away in the kitchen. He turned around and smiled at me.
"Sit down". He said pulling out two plates and setting them on the table Infront of me.
"I'll make breakfast, so just sit and wait. Josh dropped your stuff by this morning it's on the couch." He said turning his attention back to the stove. Josh was here? Why didn't he wait?
"He said something about HQ, whatever the hell that means". Derek said looking at me.
"Sweet cheeks I told you, your like an open book. You'll see him when we get to school, you think you can survive the next 20 minutes without your other half?" Derek asked dryly. I rolled my eyes.
"I hope your making pancakes cuz that's the only thing I'll willingly eat in the morning." I said matter of factly.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes your highness I'm making pancakes. Last time I checked I wasn't the one who tried to sneak 6 pancakes out of the pancakery on 9th street when we were 12." I reddened at the memory. Pancakes were my life. If I had to choose between 1 billion dollars and 1 billion pancakes, I would choose pancakes no doubt about it.
"In my defense the waiter should have let it slide, I give him a tip, I was being generous he should have returned the favor."
"Sweet cheeks you gave him 50 cents". I scoffed.
"A tip is a tip no matter how small", I huffed crossing my arms over my chest. Derek laughed as he slid the steaming hot pancakes into my plate.
Yum! They smelt amazing.
