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

Chapter 4: I actually like singing on tables to The Ready Set, thank you

Chapter 4

Finally, at the end of a very slow day, Derek gave me another ride home. I figured he would, thinking that because he gave me a ride to school, he would be generous to give me a ride home, right?

Well, for once, I was right. So ha. Take that.

Derek and I decided to study together since we had a lot of homework. Once we got home, he immediately dug through the cabinets, looking for food like an average teenager. He found some Cheetos Puffs and...

"DO NOT TOUCH MY GOLDFISH!" I screamed, grabbing the cardboard box from his hands.

His eyes grew and he cowarded back in fear. "I'm sorry! Don't kill me!" he pleaded.

I burst out laughing. "You...you should've seen...your face!" I pointed at him while laughing.

He reached out to touch my goldfish.

"WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!"

He ran to the other side of the kitchen and crouched down in fear.

"Mhm, yeah, you do that. Teach you a lesson."

He smiled and started to walk back to me. I snarled so he could back away. "What is with you and your Goldfish?!"

"Goldfish is life."

"No way!"

I gasped. "You dare judge my Goldfish?!" I started to walk towards him, twitching my eye for dramatic effect.

He cowarded away even more. "N-no. No m-ma'am."

I smiled triumphantly. "Good. I see no problem here." I walked back to the living room to grab my backpack and skipped a step going up the stairs. Derek hesitantly followed me to my room.

I sat on the bed and unzipped my bag, pulling out my chemistry book and English 12 book.

"What did you get for number 4?" Derek asked.

"NaN3+HO3=3NaNHO is incorrect."

He erased his answer. "I thought it was correct."

"Maybe it is. I'm really bad at chemistry."

"Did you even listen to Mr. Clark's lecture?"

"Who does?"

We laughed.

"I tried to but I ended up half asleep and playing Flappy Bird under my desk."

I chuckled. "You still play Flappy Bird?"

He blushed a little. "Maybe."

"I'm more of a Skippy Squirrel person."

"What's Skippy Squirrel?"

"It's a game. It's sort of like Flappy Bird, and I think it's made by the same people."

He unlocked his phone and fidgited with it.

"What're you doing?" I asked, trying to peek over the top of his phone. He didn't care if I saw it or not.

"I'm downloading it." I rolled my eyes. "Hey, if you like it, maybe I'll like it, too."

"Nah, I don't have good taste in anything." I shook my head.

He looked up from his phone into my eyes. "You have good taste in music."

"Most people would think I have the weirdest taste in music."

"Well, you don't."

"You're only saying that because you like it."