Practice
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Casey, Derek, mentions of Sam and Max
Notes: Set in the future, but not TOO far. Also, I don't know if I got the names of the hockey positions right, since I know nothing about any kind of sports.
Summary: Derek and Casey talk sports.
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The hockey puck came sailing towards him. Derek was so amazed by the speed of the black object, he forgot to duck. Instead, the puck hit his shoulder and he dropped his stick.
"What the hell, Casey?" He yelled to the girl at the other end of the driveway, crouched down in front of a makeshift goal.
"What, you thought I offered to stand in for Edwin so I could be your human target?" Casey shouted back, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. "I'm not an idiot."
Derek picked up the puck and the stick and made his way over to Casey.
"Since when do you even know how to hold a hockey stick?" Derek asked, amazed and a little embarrassed.
"Sam taught me. I think he was tired of me asking what was happening when we watched hockey, so he spent a Saturday teaching me the basics."
"Wait, you never watch hockey with me!" Derek replied. "It's always 'But DEREK, Design Star is coming on!' or 'Derek! I want to watch someone get made over by a bitchy brunette and a really tall blonde guy who needs to man up!'"
"Are you seriously insulting shows about design and style? Just because you have none doesn't mean you need to scoff at it."
"I haven't met a girl who seemed to mind what I wear, even if they do like my shirts better when they're off." Derek smirked.
"Raging hormones will make anything appealing, I guess." Casey replied, shoving past Derek. "Come on, why don't you try being goalie for awhile?" She asked.
"Because I'm not a goalie. I'm a forward."
"So? Don't you think universities will look for players who are well-rounded, as in, can play more than one position?"
"When did you start thinking about sports so much?"
"Sam. Max. You." Casey sighed. "Sports come with having guys in my life, I guess." Casey shrugged, and attempted to grab the puck from Derek, who pulled it out of her reach at the last moment. Casey got closer to him and reached for it, but he pulled his hand back again.
"But you never seem to listen when I talk sports. You don't even bother coming to my games. You certainly don't know who my favorite hockey team is."
Casey rolled her eyes as she went for the puck again, ending up in even closer proximity to Derek.
"Yeah, well, you don't kiss like Sam or Max." Casey retorted. "Not that I would know, or anything – " Casey said, frowning as she felt their body contact making the situation awkward.
"Do you want to?" Derek asked, looking down as Casey as he finally relaxed the arm holding the puck and handed it to her.
"I'm sorry?" Casey asked, eyes wide, but her half-step closer to Derek contradicting her surprised words.
Derek just grinned and leaned down, planting a kiss on Casey's lips.
"What the hell, Derek?" Casey said softly as he pulled away moments later.
"I like hanging out with you. I think you're kind of cute. We've been getting along lately. I just thought I should see what would happen if I – "
Derek was cut off as a slightly smiling Casey kissed him again. The kiss lasted only a few seconds longer than the previous one, then Casey pulled away and began to make her way to the opposite end of the driveway.
"Let's go, Venturi. I want to see what you're made of." She grinned, and Derek grinned back, settling into the goal.
Man, he loved sports.