Hi again! I know in my last one-shot I said this would be out after Halloween, but I decided to just publish this while I had some free time. This first chapter won't be as long as the rest of the story, but I just want to know if this is a good start, or if you want me to just delete the story. I'm always really nervous about people's reactions when I first publish a story. So please leave your comments and reviews, because they really inspire me!
No matter how much I close my eyes and spin around in a ballet tutu in my room singing Row Row Row Your Boat, wishing to own it, I don't actually own Life With Derek.
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"Finally! It takes forever to get here from your house, and I hate walking everywhere, you know that Case. Next time, I'm driving." Max grunted as he trudged through the parking lot of the movie theater. Casey rolled her eyes for the millionth time since Max picked her up. Casey insisted on walking because it wasn't that far away and it was supposed to flurry snowflakes today and she loved walking in light snow showers. The snow landed on her hair and face, and she wouldn't admit it out loud, but it made her feel pretty.
"Oh, lighten up Max! We're going to see the movie you've been dying to see for months! Aren't you excited?" Casey practically skipped next to him.
"I would be, if I could feel my toes! Let's just go get our tickets. It better be warm in there." Casey looked at the ground and didn't say another word.
"Two for Twisted Words." Max took out a twenty from his wallet. At least he still had the courtesy to pay for both of them.
"Sorry. That movie is sold out." The bored looking woman popped her gum and looked at Max impatiently.
"Oh, just great. You know what, I'm not even in the mood to see a movie now. Come on, Case." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the theater, getting stares from a few people.
Recently, it felt like spending time with Max was almost as boring as watching hot air rise out of a person's mouth on a cold day. Casey would know; it was even colder than when they left, and she and Max were silently walking back to Casey's house. She watched as clouds of smoke blew out of her mouth and into the white winter sky. She could practically cut the tension in the air with a knife.
"Case, could you please stop walking in my path?" Max cut Casey off and walked faster.
"Excuse me? I'm in your path? I don't see your name on it!" She jogged to catch up with him. "What is with you lately?" He stared blankly at her. "What is with us lately?" His expression was unreadable.
"Case. I don't know, really. Suddenly, I just feel like everything we do is more like a chore than fun. Even the little things, like stopping at Dunkin' Donuts every Tuesday on the way to school, because you feel 'Tuesday is a day in the middle of nowhere, and you need a pick-me-up'. Seriously Case. Who does that? And if we just drove to the movies like normal people we could have gotten tickets!" Max's voice had raised a noticeable volume, making Casey more and more frustrated.
"Fine then. Don't come on Tuesdays. Don't come with me anywhere anymore. I've tried to be a good girlfriend, but apparently I'm not good enough! I thought if we walked we could spend more time together since things haven't been right with us lately!" Her voice was shaking and her throat burned from yelling. "Tell me what I can do to make you like me more." She searched Max's face for answers.
"Casey. When will you realize that we're long overdue for a breakup?" He simply shrugged. Casey knew that was coming, but he could have put it a little nicer.
"So, what are you saying?" Max rolled his eyes.
"Man, for someone so smart, you could be really dumb sometimes. I don't how to put it any other way, so I'm just going to say it. We're done." He said the last part slowly, as if she was really dumb. Somehow, Casey managed to take a deep breath and walk away without strangling Max.