Claire is laying in Jon's arms. Her phone rang. She answered it.
"Hello?" Claire asked.
"Where the hell are you?" It was Simon.
"I'm still home. Why?" Claire asked.
"Because it's four o'clock. You're parents said you never showed up to the funeral." Simon explained.
"Holy shit! Really?" Claire sat up.
"Yeah, but you're mom said that it was in your best interest because it hasn't been an entire year since we lost Dirks, so no one is upset." Simon explained.
"Alright. Well can you bring Demi home. I'm at my house with Jon and we can go see Derek." Claire explained.
"Alright. So what's Jon doing at your house?" Simon asked.
"Just bring my daughter to me." Claire hung up. She looked at Jon and laid back down. Jon put his arms around her.
"So Simon's on his way?" Jon asked.
"Yes. So we should get dressed." Claire replied. Jon stretched. Claire kissed him. He smiled.
"Alright." Jon got up. Claire sighed. "What?"
"Hm? Oh nothing. You're just- Gorgeous." Claire explained. Jon flashed her a smile. She got up and began to get dressed.
"This has really been an eventful month." Jon explained.
"It has." Claire agreed.
"So what's happening now?" Jon asked.
"Si is going to pick us up and take us- to- Dirks." Claire explained.
“Alright.” Jon sighed. He began to get dressed. “So is there a guestimate time when he’ll be here?” Jon asked.
“Give or take ten minutes. At most.” Claire explained.
“Oh.” Jon replied. Claire laughed as she opened a draw. “What?”
“Well our first outing with Demi- I put this picture away because it would always make me break down, but he’s not dead.” Claire replied. She took a deep breath. “No I can look at it without feeling guilty. You know he didn’t supposedly die of a concussion. They guy that shot Harry shot him at the concert. Then he was put under the witness protection program.”
“Really?” Jon asked.
“Yeah.” Claire explained. The doorbell rang. “Shit. Si is here. Zip me up real quick?” Jon zipped up the back of her dress. “Thank you.” She kissed him. She walked to the door and opened it. It wasn’t Simon.
“Hi, Claire.” He smiled.
“Oh my gosh.” Claire began to tear up. She hugged him.
“Who is- it? Holy shit!” Jon walked into the foyer.
“Hey, Jon.” Derek smiled.
“Oh my God. You’re actually here.” Claire looked at him not believing her eyes.
“Well yeah.” Derek replied. Claire hugged him again. He squeezed her tight.
“I’m so happy. Si was going to come and take us to see you. What are you doing here?” Claire asked.
“Well I- Let me start off by saying none of this was my idea! I- They were just keeping me safe from the psycho. I’m sorry about Harry.” Derek replied.
“I didn’t go to the funeral. I just couldn’t not after your fake one. Oh my gosh.” Claire hugged him again. He kissed her cheek. Then she noticed the woman holding a baby behind him. “Um- Hi. I’m Claire.”
“I’m Courtney and this is Frances.” the woman explained. Claire looked at Derek to explain.
“Claire, this is my wife and my daughter.” Derek explained. Claire laughed.
“Really?” Claire asked.
“Yeah. My new identity is- Kurt Cobain.” Derek explained.
“Wow. Um- Come on in.” Claire let them in. the lead them to the living room.
“Nothing has really changed since I left here a year ago.” Derek explained. “Except there’s more pictures of me. Where’s Demi?”
“On her way.” Claire explained. The doorbell rang.
“Oh.” Derek replied.
“Excuse me.” Claire walked to the door. She opened it. It was Richie and a girl about their age. “Hi, Richie. OK. One, how did you know where I lived? And two, what are you doing here?”
“Well hello, Claire and who doesn’t know where the Dirksens live? Oh. This is my girlfriend, Rosie. Rosie, this is Mrs. Claire Dirksen.” Richie introduced.
“Nice to meet you Rosie.” Claire smiled. “Richard, before I let you in, you cannot flip AND you cannot tell anyone what you see. Same thing, please, Rosie.” Claire pleaded with her eyes.
“My lips are sealed, but I don’t know about this one.” Rosi looked at Richie.
“Who am I gonna tell? Jon is here!” Richie replied.
“How did you know that?” Claire asked.
“Um- He texted me a few hours again.” Richie takes out his phone. “About to pick up Claire for her brother’s funeral.’ Sorry about your loss.” Richie replied.
“Come in.” Claire let them in and lead them to the living room.
“What the fuck?!” Richie asked.
“Richard!” Claire barked.
“Sorry! But he’s dead. And he’s sitting right here! What the hell?” Richie asked.
“Nice to see you too, Sambora.” Derek laughed.
“But you were dead.” Richie replied.
“It’s a long story.” Derek explained.
“Well we have time!” Richie replied. The front door opened.
“Claire? Is it safe?” Simon asked.
“In the living room!” Claire explained. Simon walked in holding Demi.
“Oh, hey, Kurt.” He nodded to Derek. “What are you doing here? I was bringing her to you.”
“Well I just needed to see her and- Wow. Is that-” He looked at Demi.
“Yeah.” Claire smiled. Derek took her from Simon. “How did you get into my house?”
“Alice gave me a key.” Simon explained.
“Hi, Princess.” Derek smiled at Demi.
“Daddy.” She whispered.
“Did she just talk?” Claire asked.
“Yeah.” Derek smiled. Claire began to tear up.
“Her first words were daddy.” Claire smiled.
“This is just- Wow.” Derek replied.
“Yeah.” Claire replied.
“So explain to us what happened. And why are you coming out of hiding now?” Richie sat down. He pulled Rosie onto his lap. Claire scolded him.
“How the hell do you know each other?” Jon asked. He looked back and forth from Richie and Claire. “And hi, Rosie.”
“Hey, Jon.” Rosie smiled.
“Long story.” Richie explained.
“OK. Before the Dirks story I want your story. When were you going to tell me you knew my band mate?” Jon asked Claire.
“We went to camp together. As kids.” Claire explained.
“How the hell did we not meet?” Jon asked.
“It just wasn’t meant to be until a month ago.” Claire replied.
“Yeah, but those were fun times at camp.” Richie admitted. Claire looked at him. “I’ll shut up now.”
“Alright. I want the entire story now!” Jon demanded. Claire and Richie laughed.
I will write Richie and Claire's story soon! I know it's kind of a cliff-hanger. But cliff-hangers are fun!! At least for me. :) The shock part kind of sucked. I apologize!!
Jon: You can't get away with this!
Why are you in my chapter?
Jon: Because it's getting late. Why not?
Goodnight!
Jon: Hurry with the next chapter!!
OK!!!