Derek POV
'Take me to Tores' house.' I requested to Joe as I walked down the grand staircase wearing pair of dark pants and grey shirt, untucked and sleeves folded up, just like how Rachel love it.
'Sir.' Joe nodded as we walked besides me. 'Feeling better?'
'Yes, actually, thank you for asking.' I pat Joe's shoulder as a sign of appreciation. His loyalty for me all these year is speechless.
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As the lifts slides the door open, I was brought to her house. Before I entered, I decide to play a little game with her.
Derek: Can I crash at your house tonight? I've been locked out of my own house.
Within a few seconds, Rachel went online.
Rachel: I could help you tweet about this, I believe the nation would gladly invite you to their house with open arms.
Derek: Too late, I'm outside your house right now.
As I place my phone into my pocket, I headed to her door and pressed the bell. My phone vibrates again.
Rachel: I'm not at home right now.
I felt my chest sank in disappointment.
Derek: Where R U?
Rachel: Walking in the street, watching your house, Derek.
Derek: White House?
Rachel: Yup. Can I crash at yours instead?
I stop typing for a moment, something must be wrong with Rachel. Her usual jubilant demeanor is absent. Without a second thought, I reply her.
Derek: Yes.
A/N
Sorry for late update and short chapter! Something bad just happened recently and I'm in no mood to imagine Derek and Rachel's journey.
I'll update a new part ASAP. Thanks for reading!