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Not much scares Derek. He's this close to graduating high school and moving onto college, so life's great. He's got a girlfriend and incredible prospects for his future, and even his parents have been really cool about things, agreeable to most of his ideas as long as they're not dangerous and he can keep up with his studies.
Everything had been working out perfectly for him... until tonight. Tonight, he thinks he might've been better off staying at home, taking it easy with some reheated pizza and music. But no, of course not. James had called an hour or so after school and sounded a little frazzled so he'd dropped things and came over to help. This was the last thing he'd expected.
"Derek!" James cries out, grabbing him by the arm and pulls him out of the way of an attack just in the nick of time. "I don't know what to do," he moans, blinking as Derek adjusts their positions so James is spared from another lunge. They exchange glances and then James says what they're both thinking. "RUN!"
It's a mad dash to the door, trying to beat the maddened creatures behind them, and Derek trips over one of them, feeling its hot breath on his ankles. James has reached it, he's out of the room, but then-- "AGH!" Derek yells, almost tripping over the carpet. His life flashes before his eyes-- as short and insignificant as can be-- when a familiar hand reaches back, grips his wrist and draws him towards the door with an impressive amount of strength.
Derek stumbles out to freedom and breathes easier once he hears the door slam shut, peace and quiet reigning for a while as they struggle to catch their breaths. "You alright?" he demands, turning to check on James.
"Yes, I'm fine," he sighs. "Thank you for trying to help. Things usually aren't this crazy, but today..." He grimaces.
Derek steps closer and claps him on the shoulder. "Little ankle biter dogs shouldn't be this much trouble, huh? I hope their owners are paying you a lot to house sit while they're on vacation."
He smiles. "It's decent enough, yeah." They walk side by side back into the kitchen and James offers him some leftover pizza, Derek's eyes brightening as he accepts.
They're sitting, quietly eating, while listening to the puppies whine and bark in the other room. "So, um, how exactly are we going to feed them?" Derek speaks up eventually, the two of them staring at each other in dawning horror.
"Aw dammit," James sighs, burying his face in his arms.
Everything had been working out perfectly for him... until tonight. Tonight, he thinks he might've been better off staying at home, taking it easy with some reheated pizza and music. But no, of course not. James had called an hour or so after school and sounded a little frazzled so he'd dropped things and came over to help. This was the last thing he'd expected.
"Derek!" James cries out, grabbing him by the arm and pulls him out of the way of an attack just in the nick of time. "I don't know what to do," he moans, blinking as Derek adjusts their positions so James is spared from another lunge. They exchange glances and then James says what they're both thinking. "RUN!"
It's a mad dash to the door, trying to beat the maddened creatures behind them, and Derek trips over one of them, feeling its hot breath on his ankles. James has reached it, he's out of the room, but then-- "AGH!" Derek yells, almost tripping over the carpet. His life flashes before his eyes-- as short and insignificant as can be-- when a familiar hand reaches back, grips his wrist and draws him towards the door with an impressive amount of strength.
Derek stumbles out to freedom and breathes easier once he hears the door slam shut, peace and quiet reigning for a while as they struggle to catch their breaths. "You alright?" he demands, turning to check on James.
"Yes, I'm fine," he sighs. "Thank you for trying to help. Things usually aren't this crazy, but today..." He grimaces.
Derek steps closer and claps him on the shoulder. "Little ankle biter dogs shouldn't be this much trouble, huh? I hope their owners are paying you a lot to house sit while they're on vacation."
He smiles. "It's decent enough, yeah." They walk side by side back into the kitchen and James offers him some leftover pizza, Derek's eyes brightening as he accepts.
They're sitting, quietly eating, while listening to the puppies whine and bark in the other room. "So, um, how exactly are we going to feed them?" Derek speaks up eventually, the two of them staring at each other in dawning horror.
"Aw dammit," James sighs, burying his face in his arms.
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2015-10-27 00:54 (UTC)You've definitely been on top this month in my opinion. Unfortunately, dreamwidth doesn't let me log in from phone to comment so this is the first time I've been able to tell you.
You're doing a good job :)
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2015-10-27 03:48 (UTC)