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[MANEATER]

0.0 || prologue

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"Derek, for the last time, neither of us are going to live in the shell of your burnt down house. For a matter of fact, it's not the location I take issue with, it's the lack of running water and electricity. What exactly are you planning on doing about that? And if you even think about the word creek, I'm gonna kill you."

Mallory glances up from her laptop and at Cordelia and Derek with an amused smile before turning her attention back to the screen. They'd been arguing about this for about an hour and a half now.

"What do you suggest we do?" Derek asks and she looks at him incredulously.

"Get an apartment! Like normal people, Derek!" Cordelia exclaims and Mallory laughs quietly without looking up at them.

"You got an opinion on this?" Derek asks and she looks over at him. 

"Well, I'm very pro running water and electricity, that's for sure. I like being able to shower in the morning and blow dry my hair." Mallory responds and Derek sighs, shaking his head.

"Yeah, don't know why I asked." He says.

"You can live wherever you'd like," Cordelia starts, gesturing at Derek. "Mal and I are going to stay in an apartment. You're welcome to join us but if you would rather live in a house with no roof, feel free. You will, however, not be having sex with me while you're doing so." 

"And on that note, I am going to go pack." Mallory says, closing her laptop as she grabs her things.

"You haven't started packing yet?" Both of them ask looking over at her and as she backs out of the room.

"I didn't think either of you were serious until right now. Every time I've asked to go back to Beacon Hills, even for a quick visit was met with surround sound 'no'. Figure this was a joke." Mallory says, raising one shoulder in a shrug before moving around the corner.

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