Five Senses

So this is my first chapter fanfiction. I don't know if all of them will be in the 1st person and thoughts. But I like the idea of showing the thoughts that they have and unfolding a story. And I don't feel many stories ever portray the thoughts Derek has, he's always a mystery. Anyways, any feedback is nice. And I hope you enjoy it. Oh and of course, it's Dasey.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Life With Derek'

Chapter 1: Eyes Like Yours

The eyes. How well they can see different things that surround us. The vibrant colors that are brought each and every single day. Every day is different with what the eyes unfold as the scenery changes. How you can fall in love with the same thing every day when just the slightest change is done. A brighter color here, more shade there, the picture that indefinitely stays memorized to the mind. The world is painted each and every single day with such grace and beauty.

The eyes. The window to the soul. They hold the key to understanding the most about a person. The secrets are hidden behind the colorful walls that they are trapped in. The hope, the dreams, the love, the life, the never-ending tales that are hidden there.

The eyes. The brilliant brown, the heartwarming hazel, the gorgeous green. None of them compare to the ones I've fallen for. The breath-taking blue that they are. With the flecks of gold that hide deep within them. Like the sky, so beautiful and peaceful, tranquil, and could take a trip, who wouldn't? Those eyes are so addicting.

The eyes. The way they look towards me when I'm doing something wrong. The hurt yet compassion that is there. But I also see the curiosity that is hidden deep within. The curiosity of what it would be like to do the same thing. It's a softer blue, trying to eat away at me. But I don't let it. It's what I want to do. The eyes. The way they look when filled with joy. The smile that reaches the eyes and warms the soul. Somehow it's intoxicating and I can't help but smile as well. The eyes. When they are upset there is a droopy look that they obtain. The waterfalls that start and how innocent that they are, yet I run from it since I can't look at it. Yet, the eyes. The sweet frustrating that comes when you yell. The crinkled look, so close to a wink, yet so far. The annoyance that shines and how it gets me every time.

Seductive eyes. Why oh why did it have to start? This never had been a problem in my life. No set of eyes ever captivated my soul. Why those eyes? Why these breath-taking blue eyes. Why did it start? No sight in this world has been able to hold my attention for as long as the sight that bores into mine. It was a normal occurrence and never changed. But then it DID changed. Two words: Dance Recital. And how I got dragged to go when there were so many other things to see in this world. Sure there were many different girls to look at, in their skimpy outfits, tights, and skirts and watch the beauty and grace on the stage. Who am I kidding? But when the lights came on, dimly, there was the most haunting sight I ever saw in her eyes. Her eyes stuck out amongst the background light as they looked out to the crowd.

Passionate eyes. Those eyes caught mine, and honestly all the breath was knocked out of me for a second. My mouth hung loose and I couldn't look away. The fire that was in those eyes was electrifying, exciting, and intense. The deepest blue I ever saw. They moved and danced their own tale, different from the limbs that were moving, twirling, jumping, and kicking. The eyes of their own story, the struggle and the fight they go through each and every day when trying to fight with my own. And as I looked I couldn't help but feel this story was only for me, to understand and comprehend. The passion of passing along the message and how it shook me deep to the core. Everyone marveled at how the body told a story, but as the number drew to a close, all I could think of was the truthful story I was told, and in that instant, what I had always seen in front of me, changed.

Curious eyes. I kept dreaming of those eyes. They were all I thought about and saw when I closed my eyes. There was a lack of sleep each and every day because they haunted me. I couldn't do anything. And that was nothing in comparison to when I saw them right in front of me. Every meal was torture, those eyes right there, taunting and teasing me. I couldn't help but think if there was more there, and if those eyes learned to hide the biggest secret out of them all.

Playful eyes. The fights changed. No more DE-REK's coming through my doorway as I lay on my bed, no more frustrating groans when she is mad at me, no footballs being thrown right at my head. Instead, there was a sight I wasn't used to. The lingering glances as we pass in the halls. The eyes that have a mirroring smirk to my own. My own look that is just for me. The way those eyes playfully look around before they surreptitiously winked and walked away. And how I looked further, hoping for one more game to be played before the final score was determined. A Venturi never loses, but yet somehow my eyes were in a losing battle.

Challenging eyes. Her eyes challenged mine to start playing in the game. My eyes deceived me, making me believe that no one else saw the game that was going on. Sam would only shake his head at me as we stood at my lockers and she walked by with Emily. And Emily would smile and giggle, but the giggle wasn't for me. Oh no, it was for the situation. But my eyes were too absorbed onto the prize, understanding those eyes. Her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes. And as those eyes turned back one last time before turning down the hall, my eyes winked showing that the game was on. My interest was peaked and I couldn't turn that down.

Shocking eyes. That night my eyes couldn't sleep again. This madness had been going on for so long. I get up and go downstairs to get a glass of milk and some cookies. My tired eyes take in my surroundings and notice the kitchen light on. Beauty was in front of me, dancing and scooping batter. My eyes see the trays out in front of her with cookie dough in their little balls and some fresh cookies still steaming waiting to be devoured. I can only stare and look on at the ritual she is doing, looking into her eyes that are intently concentrating on the task at hand.

"What are you doing down here," I say calmly as I stuff one of the fresh cookies in my mouth. So sweet and delicious.

"DER-EK!" she whispers ferociously as she drops her spoon she was using for the cookie dough. She gives me the death glare as she bends down, and I can't help but catch a glimpse of her. Was I just checking out my sister? Step-sister a nagging thought says in my head. "Don't scare me like that."

I take another bite of the cookie. Life never tasted any sweeter. "What are you doing down here at 2 in the morning?"

Her eyes show some nervousness as she glanced down. "I couldn't sleep," she said as a faint blush entered her cheeks, "I've had a lot on my mind lately." I snicker at this. What could the princess possibly be thinking about?

"Boy troubles? Don't tell me there is more drama for the drama queen."

"Ugh, really Derek. That is SO immature of you…. Yet so predictable," she says as she rolls her eyes at me and places the last bit of cookie dough on the cookie sheet before slipping it in the oven. She licked the last bit off of her finger and I quietly groan. Venturi you really need to get some sleep. Casey leans against the counter and looks me straight in the eyes, "And for the record, I am NOT having boy troubles."

She fidgets with the towel near the sink as she looks back down. The empty bowl is sitting right behind her waiting to be enjoyed by any child that likes cookie dough. And really, how can I deprive myself that regardless of how late it is. I head towards her and keep an eye on her. Even in my over tired state of mind that is adding to the irrational thoughts that I have been having, I can't help but take in her appearance. Her pink pajama set and fuzzy slippers are ridiculous, her hair is pulled back in a messy bun, but it's her eyes. Her eyes are wearing nervousness and something else that I can't put together.

"Well, not that I care, but don't stay up too late. Don't want dad or Nora to find you here baking this late. Not something they would expect from you." I take another step until I'm right in front of her as I finish my sentence. Her breath catches as I snake an arm around her as I grab the bowl from behind her. I don't know what made me do it, but I felt the need to. I pull it around her and put a smirk on my face. "Don't let the drama keep you up too much longer Case," I said with a wink.

Mischievous eyes. She got that look in her eyes and it was almost like I was looking into a mirror. A smirk grew on her face, something I was not used to on her but I've seen coming out on her more and more. She swiped her finger around the bowl before enjoying the last bit of cookie dough as well. "Baking helps to solve some things. Besides, I got a taste of what I wanted anyway." With that she smiled and turned away as she went to take the last tray of cookies out of the oven.

I climb the stairs, wondering what just happened. How did Casey get the last say in our challenging, playful fight? When did this turn into a challenge, and why did I start participating? The lack of sleep is making the game that I once had perfected slip from my grasp. As I enter my door and lie on my bed, hoping to fall asleep before morning comes, I try to understand. But all I dream about that night is those eyes. Her eyes. And for the first time, I'm not complaining.