I LIVE!! Hee, I know it's been a while, but I seriously couldn't think of anything to write about.

This is sorta based on something that happened to me on Wednesday, and this idea just came to me today.

Enjoy, my friends. And reviews would be nice :-)

Oh yes, I know the name is kinda lame ha, that rhymes, but I really had no idea what to call it. What would YOU guys call it:-)

And now, the one, the only:

Apple

Casey MacDonald was sitting on the swing at the park, innocently eating an apple. You may be wondering why she was eating an apple at the park, but that was the only thing she had that she could bring to the park, and she was starving.

She felt something that felt like a stick on her back and then a deep low voice saying, "Give me the apple or I shoot you!"

"What do you want, Derek?" Casey asked, talking another bite.

"Not Derek. Gun-shooting-man with the cover of nightfall!" He said.

Casey turned around to see his amazing disguise was a paper bag with holes cut out for the eyes and the mouth. Casey bit back a smile by taking a bite of her apple. Or she was about to, when she ended up biting her hand, because the 'gun-shooting-man' had stolen her apple, and taken a big bite.

"Der-ek," Casey whined, crossing her arms over her chest, "Give that back."

Derek chuckled, taking off his bag and Casey took this chance to snatch the apple and take a bite.

"Ha!" She said through a mouthful of her apple.

Derek sat on the swing next to her, and they fell into a comfortable silence.

"So," she said after awhile, "Are the stalking me now, Mr. Venturi?"

"No," he said, blushing slightly. He stared down at the apple. "I…I was worried about you."

"You were?" she asks, blushing too.

"Not you," He says, rolling his eyes, "I'm talking about the apple." He then grabbed it, and took another bite.

"Are you that stupid? Do you not realize that that apple is mine?" Casey snaps, leaning over and trying to grab it.

But, of course, she falls off my swing, her feet getting caught in the chains.

"Ow," she mutters, while Derek laughs hysterically.

"You know, for a dancer, you're very clumsy…"

Casey grabbed the swing, and somehow made Derek fly off it (well, not fly, fall) and onto her.

"Oooomf," they both said.

"You know, for a hockey player, you're very clumsy," Casey mocked, in a deep voice.

"I do not sound like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like I'm constipated!" He said, still laying on her.

"Oh, if only you knew…" She said, laughing slightly.

After a moment of silence, they both realized how close they were, and Casey stopped breathing. She was so close she could smell the small scent of apples. She realized Derek was staring at her lips, and she bit them self-consciously.

"You smell like apples," She whispered, before the short gap between them closed.

After they finally broke apart, Derek rolled off her, and Casey smiled goofily.

"You taste like them, too."

I know, a little OOC, but hey, I thought it was too cute for me not to post it. :-)

Review, please :-)