Derek Hale (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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allboxedup2015-02-28 01:16 pm
trisket) wrote in allboxedup2015-02-28 01:16 pm
New York State of Mind
The thing about New York that was probably the most annoying was the price of apartments. While the Hale's had money after the fire, most of it was sunk into education and Laura's restaurant. So, they all lived together in a big multi-unit. It was nice for the wolves in them but not so much for being siblings.
"Come on, Derek, please." Cora sounded really pathetic through the phone. "I've got to go to this class and I'm going to be late if I stop and if I don't go someone's going to steal all my clothes."
Derek wished his sister could see his glare through the phone but sadly they weren't video chatting at the moment. "Why don't you ask Jackson?"
"He's actually in class right now. Don't you know his schedule? Come on, you're going right by the laundromat. Pleeeeease."
"Fine, fine, which drier?" He asked with a heavy sigh.
This was typical of his sister. She couldn't schedule her way out of a paper bag. It was a wonder she actually could make it to class on time at all or remember when she had to beat what time. He shouldn't be the one she took advantage of just because he was done with classes for the day. He still had work to do.
Yet, here he was with a bag borrowed from the laundromat, emptying a drier of his sister's clothes. This was his life.
"Come on, Derek, please." Cora sounded really pathetic through the phone. "I've got to go to this class and I'm going to be late if I stop and if I don't go someone's going to steal all my clothes."
Derek wished his sister could see his glare through the phone but sadly they weren't video chatting at the moment. "Why don't you ask Jackson?"
"He's actually in class right now. Don't you know his schedule? Come on, you're going right by the laundromat. Pleeeeease."
"Fine, fine, which drier?" He asked with a heavy sigh.
This was typical of his sister. She couldn't schedule her way out of a paper bag. It was a wonder she actually could make it to class on time at all or remember when she had to beat what time. He shouldn't be the one she took advantage of just because he was done with classes for the day. He still had work to do.
Yet, here he was with a bag borrowed from the laundromat, emptying a drier of his sister's clothes. This was his life.
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For now he would keep his reasons for why to himself. There were parts of him that were still guarded over what happened. He was better, yes, but what happened was not something one got over quickly.
"What are you doing in school?"