Stumbling Through

Epilogue

Not going to lie, this is more than a bit rubbish, and yes very short, but there's an illness going around my house, (which is why this epilogue took so long to get done) and I think I've caught it >.<

BUT ANYWAY - ON A MUCH BRIGHTER NOTE - IT'S THE EPILOGUE!

PLEASE ENJOY::

::Epilogue::

Willow’s POV:

FIVE YEARS LATER: -

“Well that’s just not fair!” I cried in frustration at the screen. “Don’t listen to her lies! She has no right to get offended by the accusation when she is cheating on you!”

Gah! Soap opera couples!

From next to me on the sofa I heard Derek chuckle at my complaints. “You realise they can’t hear you right?” He asked, glancing up from the papers he was grading to look at me.

Taking one of the crisps from the tube of Pringles I was holding, I tossed it at him. I gave him a smug grin as it hit his shoulder, before landing in his lap.

He raised an eyebrow at me, humour dancing in his eyes.

Carefully manoeuvring the stack of papers he was marking to one side he reached out for my leg, before drawing a large pen mark down the exposed skin making me gasp.

“Hey!” I yelped.

Derek started laughing, and I pulled a face and shoved him lightly with my foot.

“Watch out for the papers.” He told me, still laughing.

I rolled my eyes at him, reaching for the TV remote to turn the show off as I stood to my feet.

Derek eyebrows rose. “You’re leaving?” He asked.

“I thought I should probably get changed, we’re meeting up with Evan later, remember?” I reminded him.

Derek’s cheeks went slightly red. “Uh…actually, I already called him to let him know we were going to be late or not going…” Derek admitted with a small sheepish wince.

I tilted my head to the side. “You did?” I asked in confusion. “Are you okay, Derek?” I asked, wondering why he would cancel.

He’d actually been acting strange for the past few days.

Blushing brighter Derek nodded his head. “I was hoping I could have your help with something today. If you want though I can just call Evan again and say we’ll be there with everyone else.” He told me.

I stared at him curiously. “No it’s fine.” I said with a small confused frown. “What did you want my help with?”

Derek continued to look extremely nervous as he shifted his weight slightly.

“Uh…maths.” He said eventually, making me raise an eyebrow.

I gave him a dubious look, wondering what on earth it was that I could help him with, when it came to maths.

“I’m terrible at maths.” I reminded him.

He smiled, laughing a little. “You’re not terrible.” He assured me. “Just please, help me out?” He begged when I still looked unsure.

“…Okay…” I agreed shooting him a strange look. “But I’m really not sure how much help I can be.”

He gave me a bright grin.