Life With Derek…
"Sam, it's Casey… I'll call you back, um… bye."
"Hi, Sam. Its Casey again, I'm so glad Derek let us be together, I knew you were the perfect guy. Love Casey"
"Hi, Sam. I hope you don't think I'm a stalker or anything but it's sort of an emergency." Why won't he pick up? Answer, answer, answer! "It's Derek… I'm locked in my room. He's drunk and acting like a lunatic! He's pounding on my door. Help!"
"Hello?"
"Get over here now!"
"Okay I'm on my way!"
"Casey?"
"Sam?"
"Hey Sam, want some booze?" Says Derek
Suddenly, Sam hits him over the head with a pillow.
Sam opens my door.
"Sorry, I was on vacation."
"Thanks, Sam."
"Where's your parents?"
"On vacation."
"Do you want to help me clean up this place ?"
"Sure."
We put Derek to bed and cleaned up. I gave Sam a goodnight kiss and went to bed.
Next Morning:
"Casey? What happened?" asked Derek
"Let's see, You got drunk, beat the crap out of me, when I locked myself in my room to get away from you nearly pounded down my door, I had to call Sam for help and he had to knock you out to get you to leave me alone!"
"Prove it!"
I lifted up my sleve to reveal a hunredlittle bruses and cut from the beer bottle flung at me by a drunken Derek."
"Oh my Gosh Casey, I'm so sorry! I better call Sam and apologies and tell him I got drunk from a couple of hot chicks and I was proving to them I could be more manly. Hey, at least I got a date. Sorry, but you won't tell Mom or dad will you?"
"Fine but you owe me big time!"
"What do you want?"
"Talk to Sam."
"Huh?"
He knows what we want."
"Just tell me!"
"He'll tell you."
"Fine!"
"Thanks."