/N: my first ever proper Dasey chapter fic. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own LwD.
Click.
Casey stared at the phone, horrified and stunned after she put it down with and ominous sounding click. After a few seconds of not being able to breathe, she began hyperventilating. Her big mouth, and the stupid rivalry she had with her cousin Vicki, had gotten her into trouble yet again. She cursed herself over and over.
The conversation had begun as civilly as it could, but then had escalated into a fight. They had both just kept trying to one-up each other. The long and short of the fight was Casey had told Vicki that Derek, yes Derek—her obnoxious, rude and annoying step-brother—was her boyfriend. Silence had reigned for a moment or two before Cousin Vicki had let out a giant, horse-like laugh. And now she was coming here for a vacation.
Casey paced her bedroom nervously. She did not know what had possessed her to say Derek's name. She could just as easily have said that either one of her friends, Sam or Noel, were her boyfriends. Hell, she even could have said Ralph's name. But no, she just had to go and say Derek's name of all people.
She didn't know how he was going to take it, for that matter, she did not even know how she was going to break it to him. She could see him bursting a blood vessel or two when she broke this news to him. But most of all how was she going to convince him to play along with the charade? Cause there was no other way out and when it came to Cousin Vicki, Casey wanted to win. And if she had to make him pretend to be her boyfriend in order to orchestrate it and actually win, then so be it. Because let it not be said that Casey McDonald never gave it her all.
She flung herself face down onto her bed and screamed into her pillow, using it to muffle the sound. Finally, she stood up and pushed the hair out of her face. She had no choice but to let him know about his newest girlfriend, and beg and plead with him to go along with this charade as fast as possible, no matter how reprehensible the idea was. He would, of course, extract his revenge and she could foresee a future cleaning his stench filled hockey bag, doing his laundry, and his homework—in general being his slave. She groaned and smacked her head.
Her and stupid rivalry with stupid cousin Vicki.
Casey stood outside Derek's door, debating whether to go in or not. She spent fifteen minutes outside alone arguing with herself.
Finally Derek yanked open the door and asked, "What?"
"Nothing," Casey said with a nonchalance she wasn't feeling.
"It has to be something because I have spent the last fifteen minutes listening to you shuffle your feet. So why don't you go ahead and just spill." Derek said tersely.
"Okay. Can I come in?" Casey asked tentatively.
"Since when have you ever asked permission to come inside my room Space-Case?" Derek asked, one eyebrow raised, his curiosity piqued at the sight of a demure Casey. It was something she never was with him.
Most of their interactions involved her yelling his name multiple times, and calling him a few names. And all of them involved him snickering at the sight of her all worked up.
Taking that as her cue, Casey entered. She made Derek sit down and then she closed the door. Derek was definitely interested now. This was odd behavior from Casey. The only time she came to his room was when she was yelling at him for some prank he pulled on her.
"Derek, I have to tell you something," Casey said heaving a huge sigh.
Derek stiffened. Casey never told him things. And he was not sure he wanted to hear them.
"Casey,I think you should go to Nora for this. I am clearly ill-equipped to handle stuff like this." Derek said tensely. Female problems were so not his area of expertise.
"Derek, it's something else. Will you just listen?" Casey asked impatiently, running her hands through her hair.
"Fine. I am listening." Derek said , relieved that would not be fed female problems.
"Cousin Vicki called today to say she was coming for a vacation and I said something to her that I shouldn't have." Casey said looking down at her feet and wishing she were somewhere else.
"Casey, its okay if you called her a few words. You are not going to hell." Derek said smirking.
"No, Derek. I didn't call her any words, I said something else…" Casey said, trailing off nervously.
"Well, what was it? Tell me." Derek said impatiently, wondering where the heck this was going.
"I…I may have said something about you being my boyfriend," Casey mumbled in a rush.
"What?" Derek asked, not having heard clearly.
"I said you were my boyfriend," Casey said a little louder.
"You said what?" Derek said his eyes huge and his voice shocked.
"I said—" Casey began
"I heard what you said. But what possessed you to say that?" Derek yelled, looking at Casey as if she had gone mad.
"I don't know," Casey moaned, throwing herself on to Derek's bed while Derek paced around his bedroom like a mad man.
"Why couldn't you say anyone else's name Casey? Why mine? Why couldn't you say Sam's name? He already was your boyfriend!" Derek continued pacing and trying—and clearly failing—to take a calm approach to the situation..
"It just slipped out. It was the first name that came to my mind," Casey mumbled, her head buried between the pillows.
"Suffocating your self is not going to help, Casey," Derek barked out as he finally sat down in his chair.
Casey sat up looking petulant and childish.
"And stop sulking, that is not going to help either." Derek tried to wrap his head around what Casey had just said. It was taking his brain quite some time to process the information, and it was doing the processing slowly.
"Well then, what do I do?" Casey asked, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at Derek.
"It's obvious. You tell her it was a lie." Derek said calmly.
"Over my dead body! She'll constantly rub it in my face that I lied, and that I don't have a boyfriend. I refuse to live with that!" Casey exclaimed, looking at Derek as if he were crazy.
"Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to lie!" Derek spat out.
"I said it in the heat of the moment. Please, Derek, you have got to help me. I will do what ever you want in exchange—except for washing your undergarments," Casey bargained, pleading.
"As tempting as the offer sounds, no," Derek said, pressing his hands against his temples. He could feel a headache coming on.
"But Derek, I'm begging here," Casey said getting down on her knees in a pose reminiscent of praying.
"Casey, this is just weird beyond weird. Ugh." Derek was unable to articulate his discomfort at the thought of them being in a relationship—even if it was fake.
"Derek, it is weird for me too! Believe me; I don't want to be your girlfriend at all. Even a fake one." Casey said, her face taking on a slightly greenish hue as she imagined herself as Derek's girlfriend. "But it's all a pretense. For one week only, and then you can go back to your girls." Casey was now close to groveling.
Finally, Derek crumbled. He wasn't that heartless, after all. She was practically crawling on the floor, and he couldn't refuse to help her. Yeah. Surprise, surprise. Derek Venturi did have a heart and a conscience.
"Gah! Fine." Derek said, running his hands through his hair.
"You do realize that we will have to hide it from the entire family, right? Somehow, I don't think dad and Nora are going to be very pleased with the fact that we are fake dating," Derek said, sitting on his chair once again. He could picture their parents having aneurysms if they found out that their eldest children were dating.
Then there would be Lizzie and Edwin to contend with. With all the snooping those two did, they would surely realize something was up. Maybe they could be taken into confidence.
Judging by the way Casey was looking—dumbstruck and horrified, to be exact—he realized that she hadn't really though of the consequences. It was so unlike Casey. This Vicki chick did get Casey all wound up. Even tighter then she usually was, he amended. Not that he blamed her; he wasn't much of a fan of Vicki either. Especially not after that wedding fiasco.
"Casey, stop freaking. We will let Edwin and Lizzie in on this, and then somehow manage." Derek closed his eyes tiredly; it was after all eleven in the night.
"Thank you so much, Derek! You have no idea how much this means to me." Casey said, flying at Derek to hug him.
"Just because I agreed to save your behind this once does not mean we can have feel good family moments!" Derek tried unsuccessfully to dodge the hug before reluctantly giving in.
"By the way, when is she coming?" Derek asked, disentangling himself from Casey's embrace.
"Tomorrow…" Figuring that this was as good time as any to make an escape, Casey fled.
"What?" Derek spat out but only the empty air heard his words. He could feel an even bigger headache coming on.
A/N: And how was it? Terrible, bad, awful. Let me know what you thought. :)
Edited as of April 19, 2010.