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Derpee - Treehouse

So I wanted to apologize for not uploading anything for a few weeks...I sort of had some writers block but hopefully it's over and will be back to writing more now :3 also, fun fact, I got this idea from roleplaying with friends XD Wolffang12 wolfkitten45 :'D do you love me yet!?

~Derp's POV~

I ran out the door as fast as I could, Mother was yelling at me, but I could faintly hear Ian calling my name in the background. I wasn't really concerned about any of that at the moment. My Mother found out that I had been skipping school for two weeks now, the stupid principal probably told her. It was dark out, yet you could see the dark gray clouds slowly moving in the sky, the moon bright and shining, giving me enough light as I ran right into the woods. The crunch of the leaves beneath my feet, the sound of an owl somewhere in the area. It all sounded like home, maybe even more than my actual home. My real home sounded like anger, revenge, screaming, yelling. There's no love at home. Only hate. It's cold, sometimes windy, the leaves would dance along side the wind like they were meant to be with each other. But there's no music, because they don't need music. I wish I had something like that, someone like that. A love that didn't need music. Then again, I can't exactly dance so I guess it was never meant to be huh?

I keep walking, looking behind me every once in awhile before I see a tall tree, looking up at it, the tree splits off into multiple branches. In the middle of that split are boards made into a small floor, the branches acting as walls for the poorly built treehouse. It might not look like much, but it's everything to me. It's the place I go to escape home.

I climb up to the treehouse and sit down in the "corner" of the little "house" and hug my knees. I sigh as I look out at all the trees, the leaves all different dark colors of red, orange, and yellow. I shiver, the clouds that were gray and visible are now gone, not a cloud in sight. I lay down on my side and close my eyes, thinking, maybe if I try to sleep then tomorrow she'll forget and everything will be somewhat normal?

I try, but I'm too cold, at least it's not raining like last time. As I lay there, I start to think back to when Ian and I were kids, when we first built this place. We were kids so it was the best we could do, a few boards on a tree. We originally planned to come back when we were older and make it better, but he forgot. I never forgot about this place, but as time went on, I lost the effort to even do anything with it, or anything at all, so it stayed this way. The wood is now old, looks like it will break, but the tree helps keep it up, it's basically the base of the whole house. Unfortunately, the tree can't keep the place warm.

My fingers felt numb at this point, I was shivering nonstop, that's how freaking cold it is. It was like winter, but in the fall. It's like stores putting a Christmas tree up for sale in the fall, or a hot, sunny day. I sigh, turning to face the wall, my mind thinking that if I curl up in a ball in the corner, that will help, that the world will just leave me alone for the night. I suddenly feel warmth on my back and arms wrap around my waist, I flinch and turn over quickly, only to see Ian.

"Hey, you looked cold." He says.

"C-Cold..." Is all I could get out.

Ian pulled me up and held me close, "Come on, let's go home...you can't sleep out here, it's too cold."

I felt a lot warmer, that warmth gave me the chance to talk again, "I rather freeze to death out here th-than go back..."

His grip tightens at the end, "You don't mean that."

My head is laying on his shoulder, one of his hands is rubbing my back and the other is rubbing the top of my head. I don't say anything, and I don't have to.

"You're not the only one getting hurt at home Derp, you're not alone. You never were alone. I'll stay here with you."

"You don't have to..."

"I want to." He lays down, pulling me down with him.

I smile a little, the warmth slowly fading away as I close my eyes. I'm half awake for awhile, at one point I'm so cold I can't feel anything, I can't move. I can hear Ian calling my name, he sounds far away, but all I can really think about...is how cold I am...

It's so cold...

It's dark...

Ian is freaking out, but I can't do anything, I try to open my eyes...but nothing happens. I give up trying, and think, maybe if I go to sleep, then tomorrow everything will be okay.

I can feel Ian holding me tightly, and the last thing I hear is Ian yelling my name in panic, telling me to wake up...

A/N I think there's something wrong with me 0_0 anyways, don't worry, the next one-shot, I promise it won't be sad! It'll be nice and happy, maybe even funny. : ) Also, tissues anyone? *Holds out a box of tissues*