Post Scripts

August 24, 2009 : Saturday : 6:30 PM : Venturi-MacDonald Household

"I'll get it!"

Casey's voice rang throughout the house as she ran towards the door, smiling as usual. Wearing her usual weekend outfits (which only include a small tank top and black sweat pants), she eagerly yanked the door open to reveal her boyfriend of two years and the man that she planned to spend the rest of her life with.

"Why, hello Casey...nice outfit, but hey, you're beautiful in anything you wear, am I right?"

Giggling, Casey knew that it was probably one of the cheesiest lines ever, but she still loved him and knowing this, she planted a soft kiss upon his awaiting smiling lips.

"Hey Derek!"

Glancing over her shoulder, Casey groaned as her oh-so-annoying stepbrother bounded down the stairs and onto the landing to smirk his arrogance at her.

"...Yo, Sam-my! What're you doing here, man?"

As Casey strode aside to let the two boys do their ritualistic handshake, she couldn't help but smile. Then, running towards the dining table, she picked up a folded piece of paper.

"Derek, if you would please move...? Thank you."

Moving towards the side, Derek brushed against her arm and breathed in the scent of her perfume and shampoo that still hung strongly among her. Closing his eyes, he remembered his letter.

'Oh, crap. I have to finish that tonight...' With that thought in his over-worked brain, he ran up the stairs, but not without another long glance at Casey and Sam, reading the letter from Casey's college. Sighing, he continued on.

"...Casey, I'm so proud of you! I knew you would get in!"

"Thanks, Sam...but.."

Sighing, Casey moved away from Sam's arm and moved towards the couch. Sitting down, Sam heard her start sobbing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...what's wrong, Case? I thought you'd be happy for yourself. I mean, this is only one of the best colleges out there...I'm really happy for you!"

"I know Sam...but...its just so...far away, you know?"

Looking down, Sam knew that it was pretty far away from where he was set on going. They had tried to get into the same college, but no avail. To get into Sam's college, Casey had to play some sort of sport. Refusing to let dancing in as a sport, Sam's college had refused to let Casey in. For Sam to have gone into Casey's college, he needed more extracurricular activities. Hockey not counting, Sam was rejected. Well, that and the fact that Sam's parents wanted, no, practically set his life so he would be liable for their college of choice.

Not much room for disagreement, is there?

"Hm, Case...I don't know anymore. I don't want to leave you, but my parents...they're just so...controlling. That, and that they have all my money for college."

"I know that Sam. I just wonder...is our relationship strong enough to endure thousands of miles away from a proximity of about 3 to 4 years?"

"Well, there are holidays, Case...and, we could see each other every month...and, don't worry, I wouldn't ever think of another girl than you...you trust me, right?"

"Yea, I know. And, of course I trust you, Sam. More than anyone else besides my family. Its just that, what if–?"

"What if what?"

"What if you do find another girl and you like her more than me..."

"That would never happen."

That said, Sam leaned in and placed his lips on Casey's.

7 PM : Derek's Room

"...Post script..."

Groaning yet again, Derek looked at his letter. Inhaling deeply, he looked in his mirror, only to have a color-drained face staring back at him. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair a mess, but, he didn't care. He just wanted to finish off his letter.

Looking towards the clock, he knew dinner would be soon. Quickly scribbling the last few words of his though-out letter, he stuck it in an envelope that he had already stamped and written on, licked the seal, groaned at the taste, and stuck the envelope under his bed for safekeeping before slamming his door shut and quickly sprinting towards the stairs.

Upon reaching the last three steps, he looked towards the couch to find a very disturbing (and heartbreaking) sight before him. His love and his best-friend were making-out.

Right there.

On his couch.

"Ugh! Get a room!"

Pretending to shield his face from the horror as Casey shrieked and Sam looked downward (smiling, no doubt), he let out another groan.

...He was getting good at those.

"De-rek!"

"What, Case? Are you gonna tell me to knock? Well, too bad, I see no door between the stairs and my living room."

Blushing, Casey looked down and Sam stood up, glancing at Derek and giving him a look that plainly said, 'Did you have to come down so early?'

Reading the look on his best friend's face, he shook his head and shrugged.

"I was hungry."

Derek looked to his right to find the door to the kitchen closed and wandered over, opened it, and walked in right as Nora was going out getting dinner out of the oven and Edwin and Lizzie were getting plates and glasses out of the cupboards.

"Yo! What's for dinner, Dad?"

"You'll find out, Derek, now, would you please clear the table so Lizzie and Edwin can set the table for dinner?"

"Eh, nothin' else to do anyway. Sure, why not."

Turning around, Derek found that the table had already been cleared of all papers by Sam and Casey. Not knowing what else to do, he walked over to his usual spot: facing Casey.

Dinner was as normal as ever in the Venturi-MacDonald home, except tonight, there was Sam. Many questions were asked about how Casey, Sam, and Derek were all feeling about moving out into college, but only one question stuck to each of their minds, asked by the youngest member of the Venturi family.

Young kids always know how to ask interesting questions, don't they?

Yes, because, after Marti asked that question, the three young adults would be wondering what she had meant by it for a long time.

A/N:

Oh, wow. Its been awhile since I've been on this site. I know you all probably hate me now for not updating Derek Meets His Match, and I apologize for this greatly! I know you guys won't stand for excuses so I won't even try to tell you why and just leave it at: I've been super busy! I know there are like, tons of people probably busier than I am, and its just I've been busy...and, terribly lazy.

Sorry! A thousand times! Writer's block was horrible! I know what to write now, I'm just horribly lazy. You know what, I'll start on DMHM after this...!

Well, this is just a new fic I had recently thought of while listening to a song. I guess you can say its sort of a song-fic, but...I doubt it, right? Haha.

Ok, well, I hope it wasn't all that bad, and please review...of course, if you hated it, please refrain from telling me it sucks, and please help me try to make it better. Criticism is accepted! Highly...

I wonder how many people read author's notes anyway...hmm...lol...

Alright, well, I won't take any more of your time with this, so, sorry if it wasn't good, sorry for not updating DMHM, and...please tell me what you liked! (Or, did not like...in a nice way, please!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Life With Derek.

Thank you for reading.

I'll try to update as soon as possible, thank you!