Pure fluff.

Off-Red

"What do you think?" Casey squealed, hands clasped together and nearly shaking from excitement.

Derek's jaw dropped. This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening.

Everything was... pink.


Clenching his teeth, Derek enunciated slowly, "What... did... you... do... to... my... room?" At the end, his voice came out a squeak, and he was trying very hard not to throttle Casey.

Casey looked hurt. "What? I was just trying to make it nice for you. You know, after you came back from the hospital."

This was his worst nightmare. First, he broke his leg (thank God hockey season was over), and next, his room looks like the Pretty Little Ponies or whatever came and waved their magical... tails... over it. "Did you really think I'd think a pink room is NICE?" His voice was strangled, and it was obvious he was losing his temper. Derek was trying desperately not to keel over and die- his crutches were the only thing holding him up, and they were starting to tremble.

"I'm sorry... I just forgot you were too manly to appreciate actual color besides the drab stuff in your room. And anyways, it's not pink. It's off-red," Casey said. She was starting to look less hurt and more angry.

"Oh, it's off-red? That makes it so much better, considering it's still PINK! I bring girls here. What do you think they'll say when they're trying to pamper me because of my broken leg? They'll think we wandered into my little sisters room!" He was about to lose it. Casey was so lucky he was crippled, because if he wasn't, she would have already been dead, buried, and rotting by now. "Where's my stuff? You are going to change it right now."

Brows furrowed and lips pursed, Casey shook her head. "Can't do. I already gave your stuff away."

Screw the crutches. He dropped them and started hopping towards Casey menacingly. "I'm. Going. To. Kill. You."

Strangely, she began to laugh. "Down, tiger."

That stopped him in his tracks. "What did you just call me? And why are you laughing right before your about to get strangled to death and thrown out the window?"

She gave him a disapproving look. "Don't be stupid. Don't you know what day it is?"

Derek looked through his mental calender. Crap.

Casey gave him a wide grin. "April fools!"

Derek decided the heart attack he suffered was enough to cause temporary insanity, and proceeded to think of new and interesting ways of murdering Casey MacDonald.