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

Chapter 6: Egg Wars with the Guitar Noob

Chapter 6

After sitting like that for a while, and for literally no reason, we finally started our homework.

"English is so boring," Derek commented.

"I actually quite enjoy it," I said with a faint smile.

"On second thought, I think I kinda like English."

I giggled. "Whatever you say, Derek."

Our four page essay on the theme of the book Gone With the Wind was due tomorrow, and just like Derek, I procrastinated. I was still concentrated on the essay when he put his notebook down, looking at me.

"Do you know how to cook?" he suddenly asked me.

I put my pencil down and pinched the bridge of my nose lightly, closing my eyes.

"Derek, why do you care?"

"'Cause I'm hungry!"

I shook my head. "No, I don't know how to cook. You should just wait until your-" he jumped off the bed. "What're you doing?"

"Cooking."

"Can you cook? 'Cause, ya know, it's kind of nice to live."

He shook his head, a proud smile upon his lips. He opened the bedroom door and I could hear him step down the stairs.

I close my notebook in a way so my pencil would stay in place and lied it beside me. "Derek, wait!"

He had already turned the stove on and placed a pan onto it. A carton of eggs sat beside the stove.

"Hey, Alice!"

I smacked my forehead with my palm. "You're gonna burn the whole neighborhood down."

He shook his head. "Nah."

I nodded. "I think you will. No, wait, I'm positive you will."

He turned around, an egg in his hand. He tossed it lightly in the air and caught it with the same hand, his other on his hip. He kept tossing the egg, that proud little grin of his was still upon his lips. "You wanna bet on that?" He stopped tossing it and looked me straight in the eye, an evil smirk catching his mouth.

My eyes widened. "Derek," I said slowly, "no need to-"

He drew his hand back and threw the egg at me, but thankfully, I had already known what he was going to do, so I had thrown my arms up to block my face, a screech escaping my throat. The egg splattered all over my arm, even getting on the end of my flannel.

I put my arms down and looked at his giggling figure. He had his hands on his knees and his mouth was wide open, cackles echoing throughout the house.

During his chuckles, though, I had managed to sneak around the island and grab the carton of eggs. He still laughed, only instead of being bent over, he was standing up straight, his hand on the counter.

A devious smirk appeared on my features as I grabbed an egg out of the carton. His figure stood so his back was to me. I put a crack in the egg and very carefully grabbed the edge of his pants. With one hand, I cracked the egg open and threw the shell in his pants, let go of the edge so it slapped against him, and ran away.

Derek's scream was that of a little girl. "COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD EGG COLD EGG COLD EGGGGG!!"

He turned to me and the glare and scowl on his face was too precious. "ALICE, YOU DID NOT JUST THROW AN EGG DOWN MY PANTS."

I smirked. "I sort of did."

He took a step forward, a smirk apon his face as mine dropped, and another. His strides were so long that he was almost already up to me in only two.