!DISCONTINUED! Miserable At Best (a Derek Sanders/Mayday Parade fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Whenever in an ice cream fight, always aim for the opponent's weave

Chapter 2

Before I knew it, Derek grabbed my wrist and yanked me back to him so I could stop. I think he knew I was on the brink of tears because he asked, "Allison, are you okay?" He cupped my face and brushed a tear away with his thumb. He hesitated and sighed before asking, "You cut, don't you?"

I looked at the floor and nodded.

He suddenly pulled me into a hug as my tears wet his shirt. I sobbed quietly for a few minutes before I mumbled into his shirt, "We're gonna be late."

"I don't care. I want you to be okay."

I smiled against his shirt. I just met this guy and all of a sudden he's hugging me and saying that he wants me to be okay. After a few minutes, he let go. His eyes widened so my eyes must've been red and puffy (I don't wear make-up, so I didn't have to worry about that).

He took my hand and lead me down the stairs and out of the school to the parking lot. Where are we going?

"My car," he answered. Oh, so I said that out loud. He lead me to his 2011 silver Dodge Charger.

Woah, wait what?

Yes, I was standing beside a silver, practically glimmering, Dodge Charger. Derek unlocked the car and opened the door for me. I smiled at his manners as he closed the door and hopped into the drivers seat.

"I know a trick to puffy eyes," he said out of the blue. I turned to him and gave him a pointed look to continue. "Well, can I use the trick?"

"What's the trick?"

"You wet a cotton ball with water and dab your eyelids and around your eyelids."

"How do you know that trick?"

"My mom made me use it on her when she would cry over my dad."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Can I use the trick now?"

I forgot about my eyes once he brought up his dad. "Yeah."

He took a tissue and a water bottle out from the console. He opened the water bottle and the car door, pouring the water onto the tissue. He beckoned me to come closer. I put my elbow on the closed console and leaned my head onto my hand, closing my eyes. I could feel the wet tissue patting at my eyelids and around my eyes. He pulled back and I opened my eyes. He smiled. I went to touch my eye when he smacked my hand away. "Nuh uh uh, they have to stay wet. The only reason why they're red is because of loss of moisture."

"How do you know all of this stuff?"

"I'm a science major. Or rather, biology. I want to be a doctor when I grow up."

"That's interesting." I smiled. "I wanna be a medical examiner."

"What would you do?"

"They examine dead bodies. They're like the people who perform autopsies."

"Oh. That's more interesting than my future job."

"Nah. They're kinda the same, depending on what you want to do as a doctor."

"I wanna save people in the emergency room."

"Well if there were to be a situation what part of the body would you like to work on?"

"Any part."

"You're not making this easier."

He chuckled. "Okay, well I guess I would want to work on, maybe, anything above the lower abdomen?"