A/N: I know I still haven't uploaded the last chapters of Music Business but I just haven't had time to edit them and really hadn't felt like it either but I will this weekend but here is a little rambling that popped into my head after I watched Fright Night, so here it is.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own.
Casey's POV
"Hey Case" Derek says as he casually walks into the kitchen, leaning on the island across from me.
"Oh, hey Derek" I responding keeping my focus down on my spoon trying to act like I don't care why he's here and what he has to say. Even though I'm freaking out thinking he's planning a prank or just here to annoy me, like always.
"So…what's the occasion? Did wittle Maxine dump you?"
"No, Derek, Max did not dump me. I was just craving some ice cream."
"I see" and with that he just rested his head in his hands and silently began to watch me eat the ice cream.
……….
Okay Derek has been sitting here just watching me eat for about five minutes now. I can't stand it anymore, I'm about to blow up at him any second and…
"You know Case you are such a hypocrite."
"EXCUSE ME..."
"You constantly yell at me for drinking out of the carton, because it's gross and inconsiderate because 'everybody' has to drink from it."
"Well, it is, what's your point here Derek?"
"But yet here you are eating ice cream out of the tub that 'everyone' in the house has to eat from, and just like me you are infecting the family with your spit so I guess you are gross and inconsiderate too. So I suggest until you stop eating from the tub that you don't yell at me the next time I drink from the carton," and with that he turns on his heels and walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
And here's me just sitting here spoon dropped in the tub and mouth hanging a gap. I can't believe that he was right...AND I can't believe he got so worked up about it. Closing my mouth and tossing the spoon in the sink and the ice cream in the trash.
Thanks for reading!!