Leaving
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AN: Enjoy
Chapter 1
He walked into her apartment and through his bag on the floor. It looked vacant but he knew better. The smell of diner reached him but he chose to ignore his stomach. He had things he had to do.
He sighed running a hand through his damp hair and covering his eyes. It had been raining out. "Casey," he called. His voice echoing throughout the apartment. He took a seat on the couch. He didn't get comfortable though. No he didn't switch on the TV either.
After getting no response he looked up from his hands. She had been leaning against the hallway door frame staring at him with a look of displeasure.
"Case we-"
"Save it," she muttered walking towards the kitchen.
"No, Case, seriously. Its important," he said following after her.
"Eat." She said placing his plate at the counter. "We'll talk after." She said in a flat tone. She knew, he thought. Of course she knew.
He couldn't ignore his stomach any longer so he gave up and dug in. Not that he was complaining in the least bit. He was simply hopping to get this over ripping off a band aid.
"Don't talk. Just listen," she started. Her voice surprised him. It was suddenly demanding. He almost heard the wild devilish remains of the old Casey in there somewhere.
"You don't need to tell me. I already know." She said leaning against the counter next to him. Staring at the wall in front of her. She didn't need to look at him. That just made it hurt more. You think by know she'd be immure by now...
"Case-" he started with a mouth full of food.
She chuckled. "Don't talk with your mouth full. Didn't I teach you some manners? Anyway I already know the drill Der. Your leaving, again. I don't even want to hear the excuse this time. I might actually believe it." She said sadly.
His head hung low. Yeah, she knew. He was making a run for it again.
"The thing is, you'd think we'd know by now," she whispered. He looked up at her confused. "You'd think that by now I would know not to take you back when you come crawling, telling me you won't do it again. But I always do. Maybe it's because secretly I count the days until you come back. You'd think that by now you'd know that regardless of what you do when you leave, you always come back. But here we are again. I've lost track of how many times we've done with Der." Her voice fading.
They had done this, too many times in fact. He'd leave with some excuse. "We can't right now, maybe when we're in college." Then, "I have hockey and grades to keep up I can't do it right now." Or "Casey, were graduating. we need to experience the real world, where we can't be together." Or "I need to start dating again, I don't want the family to be suspicious". There was always a reason. And she always let him leave.
And then he'd come back. He'd beg and plead never to do it again. But she knew he was lieing. She knew it was all an act. But she'll take him back anyway. Because she couldn't deny him. She would appreciate the time she got with him and count the days until he returned. It was unhealthy, but it was what they did.
Time and time again in circles they went. Never skipping a beat.
"I was getting coffee today, and I saw this guy," she started fiddling with her fingers. His ears instantly perked up. Regardless of wither or not he was leaving, he was still territorial when it came to her. She belonged to him whether he was actually there or not. It was simple as that.
He didn't like hearing that…He never even thought about her dating while he was…away. She never mentioned another guy. She was always there when he came back. Willing to pick up where they left off. He never spoke about the other girls in between her. But she knew, of course she knew. But there wasn't much to know. Meaningless sex, nothing more then that. Because it always came back to Casey.
"I gave him my number, told him to call me next week. I knew id be free." She sighed.
"How?" was all he managed to ask.
She smiled at how pathetic they were. "Missing dates. Not calling back. Being distant. More real fighting, not just the teasing kind. I've got the pattern memorized, love." She said finally looking up at him, into those big brown eyes. They looked so innocent for a moment. She caressed his check and kissed his forehead.
"On your way you go." She whispered retreating to her bedroom. He had a key, he could see himself out. He'd be back in three months anyway.
She wrapped herself under layers of blankets and waited to hear the sound of her front door locking. Once she did it was safe. Safe to cry. Like she did every time. Then she'd brush the tears away, go out on a few dates and play the waiting game.
He walked into her bedroom.A room he was very familiar with. He stripped out of his clothes and layed down next to her.
She sighed taking in his scent. She didn't even fight him, simply melted into his touch. So he'd stay another night and be gone by morning she told herself.
Except he wasn't. "I'm not leaving, Case" he muttered into her hair. She nodded, not bothering to believe it for a second. Simply taking each kiss, each touch, and every I love you as its last. She was waiting for him to leave.
AN:I got this idea a month or two ago. I noticed I always write story's about Casey leaving Derek.I wanted to switch things up. It was originally going to be a sad then it turned into a short happier, 5 chapter mutlific. This was the longest chapter, the next few will be rather short. Its almost entirely written since i wrote this just as a long i decided it was best to break it up. Anyway thoughts?