The Frog
Disclaimer: I don't own Life with Derek or the characters.
He looked so peaceful, sleeping there on the couch. She had finally finished cleaning the kitchen from his impromptu party, and she saw he was on the express track to Dreamland. How could a guy that drove her insane on a daily basis look that adorable sleeping? What? She couldn't believe that she just admitted he looked cute. He was Derek; he was mean and hateful and possessed some very nice physical features.
"No, Casey. Bad thoughts," she muttered to herself. Then she thought back to all the times that Derek had actually showed he cared. The way he treated Marti, the cell phone he bought her, helping with her aunt's wedding; maybe Derek was as heartless as she had made herself believe.
She couldn't resist, honestly, she was too far gone. Casey reached down and slowly ran her finger tips over Derek's face. He stirred slightly, but didn't wake. Casey felt her confidence growing as she bent down and her lips touched Derek's. The intimate touch didn't elicit a single response from the boy, but a slight groan as he shifted on the couch to find a comfortable position. Pulling back, Casey sighed. She knew she wasn't Derek's dream girl, but maybe there might be a small sign of a prince inside the frog.