[Kate Austen]

armer derek! ich glaube, ich würde auch wie falschgeld durch die gegend laufen nach so einer aktion. ich meine was soll er auch denken....aus so einer reaktion kann man nicht schlau werden.

Frauen halt... Wer soll schon aus denen schlau werden?

Und weil mir heute so langweilig war und ich deshalb Zeit zum Tippseln hatte, kommt hier auch schon das nächtsteeeeee...

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“Is he dead?”

“If he is, I’ll get his TV!”

“He’s not, dumbass. See, he’s snoring.”

“Like a freight train roaring through the house.”

“Boys, shut it! He’s waking up…”

Derek slowly opened his eyes. He blinked, bleary-eyed, and looked into four pairs of eyes staring at him in pure amusement.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” said Mark, grinning from ear to ear.

Derek let out a deep growl, rolled over on his stomach and buried his face in the cushions. “What do you guys want?” he mumbled irritatedly.

“Well, we wondered what has taken you since you missed our 11:00 appointment, Der.” Callie had sat down onto the edge of the couch and offered him a cup of Starbucks Coffee. “I brought you Coffee.”

“What?” Derek sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before he took a closer look at his watch. “Damn it!” He sighed and thankfully smiled at Callie when she handed him the hot fluid.

“Dude, never mind.” Alex said. “The Chief was a little pissed but we told him that you were writing a new song so it’s gonna be okay.”

“Except that you need to write a new song till our next performance.” Denny shrugged his shoulders apologetically.

Alex nodded his head yes. “Yeah, except for that. And he forced us to pick you up personally just to make sure that you’re not gonna be late for our today’s autograph session.”

Derek looked from Denny to Alex to Callie to Mark and back to Denny. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. So he just looked. And then, he got up to his feet.

“I need a shower.” he grumbled without another comment and shuffled his feet upstairs.

“Hurry up Derek, we need to be at the Mall at 12:30!” yelled Mark after him. He turned to Alex, Denny and Callie who just shrugged. Mark exhaled noisily. “Let’s just hope he won’t try to drown himself in his mega size bath tub.”

After the refreshing shower, Derek felt better. Refreshed and better. It was as if the water had washed away his fatigue and with it the gnawing headaches and replaced it with new energy and confidence.
He decided to stop looking for answers. Answers that only she could give him. He had no alternative than to wait for her to explain. Which he was sure she would do. Somehow. Someday. He was optimistic about that. Hell, they lived in Los Angeles. You always meet people twice in Los Angeles. It’s a quite small town, actually. Nothing to worry about. Seriously.
He slipped into some fresh blue jeans and a clean T-shirt and hurried back downstairs in the kitchen where the band was already waiting for him. Buddy lay on his cushion, snoozing, whimpering from time to time, obviously chasing some rabbits in his dreams.

“You’re ready, great, let’s go!” Mark hopped off of his chair. “You can eat on the hoof, there are bagels in the car.” Derek wanted to say something but Mark pushed him towards the front door. “No backtalk! We’re late already and Richard’s gonna kick your ass anyway so don’t make matters worse.” He turned around to Callie who just closed the door behind them. “The keys, Cal.”

“You’re so not gonna drive this car.” She raised her eyebrow, arms akimbo and glanced at him sternly.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because,” she pointed a finger at him, “you drive like a maniac, mister!”

“But you’re such a slowpoke Callie, we won’t be there in time!” he whined and looked helplessly at Derek. “Say something!”

Derek grinned. “I sit on the passenger seat.”

“Thanks Der.” Callie rattled the keys triumphantly and sat down behind the steering wheel.

Mark rolled his eyes and gave Derek the evil eye. “You are the worst best friend I’ve ever had, you know that?”

Derek chuckled. “What? You do drive like a maniac. Face it.”