Another new story, going to be a two-shot and the second half is almost done! Enjoy and please review :)
She's standing tightly pressed into the corner of the kitchen counter in a house filled with late teens and early twenty something's. There's not a lot of space to move around anymore and she's trying her best to stay out of the way. Her roommates had insisted she come, and insisted that they picked out her wardrobe, and insisted that she bought a pack of coolers, but since they actually arrived at the party they've had a lot less to say (meaning she hasn't seen them in the last half hour). She really tried to get out and be social, but as she notices she's at the bottom of her second drink, due to constant sipping in order to look busy, she decides she'll probably just call a cab to go home. She wants to find her roommates first though, just to let them know, so she tries to make her way through the crowd in search of them. She wanders down the hall and into what appears to be the living room, even though right now the center of the room is occupied by two fold-out tables covered in red solo cups.
Suddenly she hears, "Do my eyes deceive me or is that Spacey McDonald at a party?"
"Derek! What are you doing here?" she asks when she turns and is met by the sight of a slightly disheveled Derek (but of course, much to her annoyance, it's in a somehow charming and attractive way).
"Partying?" he says with quirk of his eyebrows. Classic Derek.
"I mean who even invited you?" She challenges, because these are her roommates friends and she hates to think that they may be running in the same social circle again. How is that even possible? Once is a fluke, but twice? She wonders if maybe her and Derek actually have things in common but her tentative theory is swiftly disproven when he arches his body around her (too close) scanning the crowd and answers "Uh, that girl, and that one, and that one," as he points to a series of pretty girls with bare legs and pushed up boobs. "And not that one, but I'd love to get an invitation from her sometime in the future, if ya know what I mean." He says eyeing a blonde playing beer pong for a few seconds before his gaze becomes preoccupied with Casey.
"You're disgusting." She snaps, because if the laundry list of his past conquests wasn't bad enough, she certainly doesn't want to hear about his "to do" list.
"You don't really think that." He says with complete confidence, shockingly sober sounding considering this venue and the alcohol in his hand.
"Uh yes, I do Derek." And before she could even justify her position, as if she hadn't told him before, he interrupts with a simple "Nope." And a pretty smirk.
"Okay Derek, why don't you tell me what I really think then." She says because…. Well she misses this, and she doesn't mind playing along. She readies herself for the, "You think, as you should, that I'm awesome." But he quickly switches tracks.
"Dance with me." He says suddenly, pulling her out to the makeshift dance floor. She doesn't refuse because until now the night had been pretty boring, and she does feel a little buzz from the alcohol considering she almost never drinks. As usual he's bouncy and fun and smiling as he spins her around. She notes that he's a little handsy-er than normal but she writes it off to his blood alcohol level.
Until a hand slips into her back pocket. That she can't ignore.
"Woah." She says. It's supposed to be scolding but it sound more like she's in shock when her voice squeaks. "Remember who you're dancing with." She adds as she swats at his hand.
"I know." He says as he pulls her back in by her waist and her eyes become wide and panicky.
"Where is this coming from! All of a sudden you want to get flirty with me?" she pushes him away and holds him at arms length so that he doesn't try to get cozy again.
"Oh yeah Casey, this is totally out of the blue!" He responds with inflection which implies sarcasm, but she's shocked as to why.
"I'm pretty sure you've never tried to feel me up before." She argues and can't even imagine a possible rebuttal from him.
"No." he agrees, "and I'm tired of it. All of it. Of our pretend siblinghood. Of fighting and arguing and teasing instead of actually flirting with you."
"How drunk are you?" she asks in a harsh tone which causes him to immediately respond, "Obviously very if I thought for a second you might admit to this."
"There's nothing to admit to!" she says loudly, on the verge of yelling, and people are starting to look at them.
" You don't have any feelings for me?" he asks as some sort of challenge.
"I have familial feelings for you… you're my brother." She replies, because there's no other answer, right? She keeps her tone firm and certain, but she's sure to control her volume because they last thing she wants is for them to gain a reputation for incest.
"Step- oh wait, I almost forgot, same difference." he's staring at her in a way he's never looked at he once. Even when he's genuinely mad at her it's passionate and fiery, this is cold and empty and she's about to cry just because of that look. But then, since Derek is a master of deception and has years of experience in hiding any signs of emotion, he pulls a classic grin and says, "Well I'm glad we cleared this up. See ya at Christmas, sis." Before he walks out of the party, grabbing a bottle of rum that he may or may not own off a nearby table.