Just a little scenario that popped into my twisted little teenaged brain! Just for giggles not to be taken seriously! Set in The Summoning at Lyle House.

Derek's Point of View

Thank god it was eight o'clock.

I couldn't wait to get in the shower; I had more grease in my hair than the fryers at McDonald's and smelled worse than a dumpster in August. When you have BO so bad that it can be detected from several yards away, you know half a bottle of body wash is in order.

Damn werewolf genes.

As I walk to the bathroom, I can't help but feel a little relieved. As stupid as it sounds, the shower is the only place I can relax and pretend that my world hasn't been tilted off its axis. While my life has always been a little left of center, it's never even been close to the downward spiral it's currently been in.

As I shut the bathroom door and place my towel on the sink, I know that not even Queen Victoria could disrupt the perfection that is a nice, hot, Friday night shower.

Tori's Point of View

Finally.

I knew this was my last chance to try and talk to Simon, and I was going to make it work. Some might think it a tad bit creepy for a girl to hide behind a shower curtain, but come on, this was the guy of my dreams.

My heart started to race when I heard the door knob jiggle. I already knew how this way going to play out. He would first get that tingly feeling you get when you know you're not alone in a room and he'd slowly approach the shower. Next he'd slowly peel back the shower curtain to reveal me standing there, the girl he's always wanted but never knew he did. Then he and I would stare at one another longingly, and he would (preferably shirtless) pull me into his arms and say, "Tori, I lo- AHHHHHH!"

Derek's Point of View

There are several different sounds you may expect to hear when you turn on a shower. The gurgling of water or the groaning of pipes for example. But never, ever-

"AHHHHHH!"

I whip back the shower curtain to reveal a very wet, very pissed looking Tori.

"What the hell are you doing in here? I demand.

She sputtered, looking very much like a drowned cat, "I thought you were Simon! It's not as if I'd be in here for you."

She curled her lip at me as if the thought was even too ludicrous to imagine. Then, with as much grace and dignity as a girl who had just been drenched in a torrent of cold water could, she walked out without another look back.

After she exited, I leaned against the bathroom sink and, contrary to what most guys would do, prayed to God that this would be the only time a girl and I would ever be in a bathroom a together at the same time.