- D E R E K -
The World is going to hell,
and I am driving the bus.
People say you can't live without love...
I think oxygen is more important.

There are no stupid questions,
just stupid people.
Liking your own status on Facebook
is like high-fiving yourself in public.
Derek had been absentmindedly flicking through one of the magazines downstairs in the living room. It was all about snowboarding, one of Derek's favorite sports. He glanced up at the T.V, which was mute, but on. There was a weatherman on. Derek turned the volume up. .....With a chance of snow, so find a place to stay for the night, driving won't be good." He was saying. Derek glanced out the window. Sure enough, it was snowing outside. But that didn't mean it was going ot be a blizzard. But if the weatherman was calling for it, Derek sure was glad he was inside, here at the lodge. Turning the t.v off, he stood up to explore. But as he did, a faint hellow came down to him from somewhere. Derek followed the sound of the voice, tensed and unsure. He'd thought he was the only one here. But perhaps someone had arrived before him.
Lost in his thoughts, he kinda forgo to pay attention, and now ran smack into a living, breahing, human boy body. "What the f-oh, sorry." He muttered, jolting back into reality. He'd hardly stumbled, being the six foot, six pack, muscular guy he was. But Derek wasn't so sure how lucky the other guy had been. Hopefuly there would be no injuries. He offered a grin, shaking his shaggy brown hair away from his face. If things went well for Derek, the guy would be nice and not care. But knowing Derek's luck, he'd get slapped or hit or cursed at or have run into some idiot. But there was always hope. And Derek clung to it.
Lost in his thoughts, he kinda forgo to pay attention, and now ran smack into a living, breahing, human boy body. "What the f-oh, sorry." He muttered, jolting back into reality. He'd hardly stumbled, being the six foot, six pack, muscular guy he was. But Derek wasn't so sure how lucky the other guy had been. Hopefuly there would be no injuries. He offered a grin, shaking his shaggy brown hair away from his face. If things went well for Derek, the guy would be nice and not care. But knowing Derek's luck, he'd get slapped or hit or cursed at or have run into some idiot. But there was always hope. And Derek clung to it.