It had been a complete month since, the Macdonalds had moved into the Venturi household. Surprisingly, Casey was starting to get used to the routine. She still felt as though something was missing, but she always brushed that feeling aside. Everything would fall into place if she took enough time to let it. Casey was doing her laundry, sorting out the darks and whites, delicates and durables. Until she felt something brush against her shoulder. "Yeah?"
We'll do it all, everything, on our own. We don't need anything, or anyone.
There was only one other person at home, so Casey didn't bother to look up. "Wash my clothes?" Casey looked up at Derek in disgusted awe. She then turned her gaze to Derek's hockey uniform, drenched in sweat. "Are you kidding me?" She laughed. He shrugged, it was worth a shot. He threw the clothes in the corner. And laid himself up against the washer. "Do you like Sam?" Casey looked at him in surprise, after regaining her composure, she shrugged. "He all right." "What about Tinker?" "We hardly talk to each other." "Sheldon?" "Derek, where are you going with this?" "I heard you talking on the phone with Emily that you like someone in school." Casey's mouth went agape. "You were listening in on my phone call." Derek smiled at her with an arched eyebrow. "Who cares, just tell me who you like."
I don't quite know, how to say, how I feel. Those three words, are said too much, they're not enough.
"What does it matter to you?" Derek's heart was pounding as he inched his way closer to Casey. "Besides my curiosity, I can tell you whether he's a dirt bag or not." Casey smiled a little. "What if I don't care if he's a dirt bag?" "So he is then?" Casey took a millimeter step towards him. "I can pretty much guarantee it." They were facing each other now, and Derek's voice came out hoarse. "So who is he?"
Forget what we're told, before we get too old. Show me a garden that's bursting into life.
Casey boldly stood on her tip toes, and touched her lips to Derek's. He responded instantly, embedding his fingers in her hair. Closing the space between them they made a tight embrace. Casey's mind was racing, but it always returned to the same place. Opposites attract, and the two of them brought out the best of each other. Bringing out an intensity in them that neither thought was capable of themselves. Always sparking fire into each others' eyes. They pulled apart, Casey panting into Derek's neck, him into her hair. She took his hand and lead him to her bedroom.
Lets waste time, chasing cars, around our heads. I need your grace. To remind me, to find my own.
If you watched you would have called it lazy sex. Very slow paced, moans murmured against each other's lips. Tongues lapping at whatever skin was available. Barely making a rhythm, only taking a notice of them becoming a whole. After it was over, they laid in each other's arms. Playing with each other's hair. "You know Sam does like you." "I know." His jaw clenched and she kissed it. "I love you." He smiled down at her, and he kissed her sweetly. "Maybe we should keep a cover though. I don't think people would really understand or accept our relationship." Derek nodded. "Sam can date you, but if he tries anything, they'll be hell to pay."
All that I am, all that I ever was, is here in your perfect eyes. They're all I can see.