I talk too much/Note: Uhm, okay. I've been wanting to write Life With Derek fanfiction for quite some time. Well, so here it is. In songfic form. Want more? Request songs. I'll do my best. Uhhhm. Don't know what else to say, really. At the end, I'll say which song and yeah - I don't own them, so no suing me.

Disclaimer: Basically, I own nothing. Capeesh?

D a s e y!

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He slammed the door and could hear her laugh from upstairs. Narrowing his eyes, Derek walked through the living room - ignoring the looks from Edwin and Lizzie. His feet took him up the stairs, as quickly as they could. Of course, it wasn't fast enough. Turning the corner to the hallm he stopped in front of her door. He thought about barging in before his hand turned to a fist and knocked on the door, "Casey, I know you're in there and you're going to let me in!" his voice called out, half-panic and half-anger.

The door opened and their eyes found eachother. Derek noticed they were happy, gaurded and scared. And she saw his eyes. His eyes were dark, scared, hopeful and it made her stomach squirm with excitement. Were they finally going to stop going in circles now? Was he ready to admit what she had admitted months ago? She hoped so.

Derek gently reached forward, his hand connecting with her shoulder and he guided her backwards as they both ignored the spark sent through them. Once they were both inside the door, he close the door before leaning over and turning her radio on. There would be no spies today.

His arm dropped and hung by his side. They stood there, in silence and their eyes staring into the others. The music was a cover up and neither of them were really listening to what it was. Casey went to speak and Derek shook his head, holding up his finger to indicate for her to give him a moment.

She nodded and sat down on her bed, he walked over to her computer chair and sat in it, spinning around to face her. She was patient, she waited. Casey watched him fight himself, she could see each point flick through his eyes. She could see the emotions. How he was scared, worried. The excitment in his eyes, then the moment of being completely unsure.

Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled a small sheet of paper from it. Casey knew what it was. She smiled and he saw. He sighed, the corners of his lips twitching to smile. Slowly, he unfolded it. His eyes read the words that he'd read all day, since he'd found it in his locker. It had been a kick in the gut, his wake-up call. His push because she'd been waiting exactly five months and while she was getting restless, she would of kept waiting.

I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),
I'm barely holdin' on to you.

xoxo,
Casey

Derek read the words out, quietly - almost a whisper before he stood up and nearly ran the very short distance to the bed. He sat down quickly and took her hand into his. Their fingers laced and his other hand went against her cheek, his thumb moving against her cheek. She grinned and he shook his head, "Don't give up on me."

Casey shook her head, now, "I'm not... but sometimes I wonder if I'm wasting my time, holding on. You either love me and want us, or you don't. I don't mean to push, but this all came out five months ago," she took a moment and looked into his eyes. Her thumb moved against his and her hand laid itself ontop of his, stopping his own movement, "I want you, Derek. I'm in love with you," she saw the words and his eyes lighten, "You already knew that... And I know you love me. So what's wrong? Why do we go in these circles?"

He knew what she was talking about. The slipped kisses, when he lost his mind. The eye-contact, little notes left for the other and her laughter provoking him to just hug her, hold her. Because, he'd even told her then, too. He was in love with her, he just... needed time. This was different, so different from anything he was use too.

Derek opened his mouth to answer her, but no sound came out. "Say what you mean, for once. Okay?" she was gentle with him and he didn't deserve it, he knew.

A few moments passed before he nodded and reconnected eyes with her, "I'm scared." She shook her head, as if asking if that was all. Because she was scared too, but she was willing to go through all the scary things for him. "Me too," she mumbled before he leaned in and kissed her.

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

Broken - Lifehouse.

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So! How was that? Good, I hope. D: I have a BETA, but this is not BETA'd..because I can't find her in the slew of my e-mails...I'm still looking, I miss her! Anywho, read. Review? (Pleeeease!) And er, enjoy? Come back soon? I don't know. baibai now!