Unable to let Go
A Life with Derek fanfic.
A/N: I do not own Life with Derek, but I do own this story. I hope everyone enjoys this, it is my first fanifction, ever. Let alone my first Life with Derek fanfic. Very Dasey. I hope at least one person reads this, and if that one person could review it? thanks! lol I just really don't know ANYONE on this site, but i figure, i didn't know the people that i read and reviewed their stories, so please? people! thanks! :
His eyes felt heavy as he slightly lifted them open to reveal that it was morning again. He looked around his room slowly, as if it were his first time experiencing it. He could hear someone singing in the shower not that far away. He smirked as he realized who it was exactly that was in the shower: Casey. He didn't think much of it as he glanced over at his alarm clock to see what time it was; nine thirty-seven A.M : too early for him to be awake on a Saturday morning. However, he had gone to bed quite early last night to escape the embarrassment of the dinner conversation that his family had just shared.
His mind wandered, and he wished things were the way they were before his dad and Nora had gotten married. His house was filthy, sure; but he was free. There was no woman, with the exception of Marti, who didn't really count because not only was she being raised in a man's world, but she had only just started school, let alone become a woman. There was not mother to boss them around, tell them to do chores, or do their homework. But most of all, there was no Casey to ruin his tough guy reputation and make him be… nice.
Of course, he disliked Casey the most out of the whole situation. He could afford to straighten up a little bit with the addition of Nora to their family. However, Casey was a whole different story. She was a bigger part of his life than their family knew about, more than anybody new about. He was sure he didn't want anyone to know how big of an impact she had, had on him. Sometimes people could tell that there was something more happening that met the eye.
That of course was all over now. Both Derek and Casey knew that they couldn't carry on they way that they had wanted to ever since… that day. The day that no one knew about except for Derek, Casey, and some strangers that couldn't make any difference in their lives. The day that Casey and Derek decided never to talk about, alone or with anyone else near them. They didn't want to bring it up, just in case there was any pent up… feelings that they didn't know about. Nor did they want to know if there were any feelings at all.
It was a Saturday just like this very day…
Derek had been invited to a small gathering by an acquaintance that he hardly cared about, but who was he to decline an offer to "party it up". That just wouldn't be like him. Little did Derek know that it would be the one day that changed his life forever.
He got to the host of the party's house and was invited instantly by hoots and hollers of his name and some high-fiving taking place: a normal occurrence anytime that Derek entered a party. He wasn't really planning on it being such a big party, but there were more people that he didn't know than there had ever been. The fact that he didn't know them didn't mean they didn't know him. Everyone knew Derek, even...her.
He scanned the room, only saw 5 people out of 25 that he knew at least a little bit, but that didn't sway Derek from being his 'cool' self. He talked to everyone as if he had known them for at least a few years. No one seemed to mind, of course, who would mind if the coolest kid in the area was talking to you? One person caught his interest, though, and he wanted to make his way over to her. The party had only started about two hours ago, and he was already pretty inebriated. He'd had about 7 beers and was still feeling well enough to get up and try to make a move on this one who he noticed right when he got in the house.
She was an average-height brunette with bouncing curly hair that went down just below her bust line, essentially making the 'area' where her hair ended all the more attractive. She had a perfect, curvy body, just they right amount of everything in each place. Everything a guy could want. She has to have a boyfriend, he thought to himself as he was staring at her, while bumbling past people on his way to the stool on which he sat, chatting with a couple girls who weren't nearly as flattering as her.
She noticed him trying to make his way to her, and she just smiled and winked at him. This made him want her more, as if it were possible. He knew he needed her to be in his life, yet there was just something so… inaccessible about her.
"I saw that wink. Things like that could get me into some trouble with your boyfriend." He said to the brunette that he had longed for, for what seemed like forever, but was really only about 2 and a half hours.
She chuckled a bit before responding, "And what makes you so sure that I have a boyfriend?" She raised her eyebrow smiling at him.
"Well, who would be able to pass up a beautiful woman like you?" She said, putting on the charm as he applied that 'Derek' smirk of his.
"Who said the guys were the one's that chose not to ask me out? What if I just didn't find anyone worthy enough?" She responded.
She was very witty; he definitely liked that about her, as if he didn't like her enough!
"Well then... which is it? Are guys really all over you? Or are you just trying to get a rise out of me, because you know I want to be the one worthy enough?" He said, not realizing what he just admitted, of course, the alcohol did cloud his judgment.
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend? We haven't even exchanged pleasantries." She said. She realized that he didn't understand what she had just said.
She was smart; another aspect Derek liked about her, even though he had no idea what she was talking about. He found it slightly sexy that she knew a lot more than him.
"My name is Casey." She said extending her hand to him, with an expression of utter adornment.
She thought that he was cute, of course, so did many of the people at the party as there were many girls eyeing him at this exact moment. The same girls that were staring at Derek were shooting glances of hatred toward Casey because Derek was paying attention to her at this time.
He took her hand and kissed it before saying, "Nice to meet you, Casey, I'm Derek." Once again, with the smirk planted on his face.
She knew who he was, like a lot of the other people at the party. However she didn't care if he was the coolest kid in town. She couldn't care less if he was the king of the world. She wasn't struck by that kind of business. People are people, and they should all be treated the same way, in her mind.
"Nice to meet you, Derek. I've heard a lot about you." She said raising her eyebrow in intrigue as to what he might say next.
"You have, have you? Well I hope you don't let that get in the way of your impression of me." He said.
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that you aren't proud of your reputation? Or that you just don't want me to go by what others say about you?" She asked.
"Well, that depends on what people say." He replied.
"You don't know what people say about you? Maybe you are as popular as you though, sweet Derek." She said, sort of mocking him.
"I know what people say, some of it is true, some false. Let's get off of that subject though. What do you say to a game of truth or dare?" He asked as he grabbed her hand again, he was talking quietly now, hinting towards going somewhere more private.
"Alright then; you're on." She said daringly.
He took her hand and brought her up the stairs into an empty bedroom.
"So, truth or dare?" he asked as he closed the door and moved his way over to sit with her on the bed.
"Truth." She said.
He grunted a little, "Just like a girl to pick truth. Alright…" he thought for a moment. "Do you like me?" He said with his cocky smile parading on his face again.
"I barely know you. How would I know if I like you or not?" She answered.
"Okay… Do you think I'm cute?" He said coming up with a different question to pretty much as the same thing, in his eyes. All he wanted to know is if she found him attractive.
"Yes. I think you are adorable." She said looking into his eyes.
This was the first time she had done this; but it would not be the last. She wanted to sit there and stare into his eyes forever. They were a beautiful chocolate brown. Not the generic brown that she most people had. They were just… exquisite.
"You're turn, truth or dare?" she asked breaking away from his penetrating stare.
"Dare." He said. Of course he was going to pick dare, he was daring.
"I dare you to kiss me." She said. That was exactly what he was hoping for and she knew it.
He leaned closer to her and grabber her head lightly and pulled it closer slowly towards his. Their eyes met right before their lips and then they both closed their eyes gently, just enjoying the surprisingly passionate kiss. It was surprising because they had only just met minutes ago, and already it had felt as if that one kiss had let each other into their lives. It was as if they knew every single thing about one another, without actually knowing it.
"DER-EK" Shouted a familiar voice.
Casey came running into his room, just a towel on screaming about how had put a fake snake in her underwear drawer. Not realizing she was completely naked under her towel, she ran into his room and threw the fake reptile very hard at him, hitting his chest and bouncing off.
"Yes?" he said, calmly, smirking once again.
"Not only did you completely gross me out, but you invaded my privacy by opening my underwear drawer!" She screeched.
"My name's Derek, have we met?" He laughed. Then he smirked as the thought of when they actually did meet came into his mind as he extended his hand out to her.
She noticed this little reminiscing of his, and closed his door. She walked up to his bed angrily, still not noticing her lack of clothes.
"Don't even think about it. Don't go back to that time; you aren't going to make anything easy, are you!" She said quietly.
"You aren't really making anything easy either." He said, gesturing to her that she was wearing only a towel.
Her eyes widened and she blushed. "Well, maybe I'd be wearing clothes if you hadn't freaked me out by putting a snake in my drawer."
"It was fake, Case, calm down; and why do you think I put the snake in there?" He said, hinting to her that maybe he wanted to see her with nothing but a towel on.
She got a fowl look on her face, an expression of disgust and anger mixed together, as her nose crinkled and her eyes narrowed. She stormed out of the room with a rather loud Grunt.
A/N: thanks again anyone that read it, if there is anyone! This is a chapter fic, don't worry, there is more, and hopefully it shall be a lot more interesting.