Title: Stylistic Infatuation
Author: Freeing Alys
Rating: T
Summary: Casey hated Derek seeing her weaknesses, but it seemed to happen more then she wants. [Dasey
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Life With Derek or anything affliated with it. I AM NOT claiming this as my own. I'm just a fan practicing my writing skills, that is all. No copywrite infridgemnet intended.
Author's Note: This is my first little Dasey fic as well as my first LWD fic. I hope it's okay and everything, I just wanted to write and this is what came out of it. I'm thinking of maybe turning this into a chapter fic…let me know what you think of it. Thanks.

Stylistic Infatuation

Casey McDonald strived in being stylistic in everything that she achieved. To her it wasn't just about achieving the said things that she wanted, it was also about the way in which she did them. Casey had always considered herself a person that had class and style in everything that she did. It wasn't a surprise to Casey that she would be noticed for the things she did, or praised.

Casey held tightly onto the books that were placed in her arms as she walked down the hallway of her high school. She glanced at everyone who passed by her and she knew that she was different from all of them. Unlike the rest of the kids in her new high school she didn't care more about popularity then grades. Casey's academics were everything to her, and she wasn't ashamed. She had attended a private school for the past years of high school, she wasn't a stranger to doing what she had to do.

Casey reached her locker and stopped by it. She glanced down the hall and spotted her step-brother, Derek Venturi, flirt with a group of girls. Letting out a loud groan Casey opened her locker. She stared at the inside of her perfectly made up locker and let out a sigh. For as long as she had known Derek there were the days that she wished she was like him. And today was just one of those days. It was usually the days that Casey stared more at the inside of a book over someone's face. Casey strived at being academically perfect, but she still missed having people around her.

Casey set her books in her locker and glanced back down at Derek and the girls he was with. At her private school Casey was never put in this position, all the other girls around her were just as focused as she was. Ivy League schools were on everyone's mind. The most social activity was the study sessions groups of girls would hold. There wasn't any separation with any of the girls at her private school, they all got along and were one.

Casey shut her locker and instantly felt tears spring to her eyes as she watched Derek touch one of the girls on the shoulder. For some reason Casey realized she wanted to be one of those girls. She wanted to be the girl that Derek would smile at and get along with. Casey hated being the stuck up smart girl that she knew Derek viewed her as. She wanted to be pretty and fun and…someone Derek would want.

Shaking her head Casey felt the tears fall down her face and she knew she had to get alone, fast. Casey walked quickly down the hall, picking up her speed with every second, and reached the bathrooms. As she paused at the door she glanced back towards Derek and saw that he was know staring at Casey rather then the other girls. Casey quickly ducked her head and entered the bathroom.

Walking towards the mirrors and sinks Casey avoided eye contact with the other girls. Casey glanced in the mirror and let out a sigh. She was a mess. Her brown hair that was usually decent looking was falling out of the half pony-tail that she had and it was sticking up in odd places. Casey turned on the water and ran her fingers under the cold water. As Casey smoothed down her hair she seriously thoguth she was going insane.

Thoughts like these ones hardly ever went through Casey's mind. Overall Casey never had stray thoughts or off ones. Casey's thoughts had always been stable. But now they were flying all over the place and normally landing right on Derek Venturi. Casey let out a sigh and shook her head as she glanced back up herself. Her eyes were a deep red shade and it looked obvious that she had been crying. Automatically Casey thought back to the glance she had shared with Derek and she let shook her head again. Now Derek knew something was up and wither he cared or not, Casey cared that he even knew.

Casey hated it whenever Derek saw into any of her weaknesses. And that seemed to happen way more then Casey wanted it to, in the many fights she seemed to have with her step-brother, Casey's weaknesses popped out all the time. Casey let out another sigh and quickly wiped at her eyes. Lunch would be over in ten minutes and she couldn't be late to her next class again, points would be docked from her final grade if she was.

Casey glanced back at herself after she wiped her eyes and she nodded at the reflection. It wasn't the best, but it would do for now. Casey turned from the mirror and walked towards the bathroom door. As Casey stepped out of the bathroom she caught herself staring at Derek. "What?" She asked as he continued to stare at Casey, it was starting to make Casey's skin tingle.

"You okay?" Derek asked, a concerned looked passing over his face.

Casey shrugged her shoulders as she quickly walked past Derek. "What does it matter?" She asked. Casey crossed her arms over her chest as Derek caught up with her. As Derek walked along side by side with Casey she felt her skin grow hot as she felt the heat from Derek's own body. Without knowing it Casey realized she had been cold, the only thing that made her see it was the warmth from Derek.

"You just looked pretty bad going into the bathroom. I want to help." Derek stated and Casey stopped dead in her tracks at the words. That was a little out of character for Derek. He never said anything like that to Casey before.

"Why?" Casey asked as the bell rang, but she didn't care anymore. The only thing that Casey really found herself caring about was the conversation she was currently involved in with Derek.

Derek shrugged his shoulders and touched Casey lightly on the hand. "Because I care about you." He mumbled, then Casey felt her heart speed up. Something was really going on with Casey, she had to be crazy. The feelings and thoughts swarming through her mind had to be anything but normal.

"I'm insane." Casey mumbled back and Derek flashed her a look with a question mark embedded in it.

"What?" He asked and Casey shook her head.

Casey glanced at the empty hall and shrugged her shoulders. "Everything is just…" She trailed off, unsure of what else to say. There wasn't a word in the English language that could explain the way that Casey was feeling.

Derek stepped closer to Casey and smiled lightly at her. "It's okay. I feel it to." He answered and Casey met his gaze.

"You don't even know what I was saying." She whispered as Derek nodded his head.

"I do Case. I live with you remember? I figure out how you think and feel." He admitted.

Casey smiled-for the first time in the day-and inched closer to Derek. "Thanks."

Derek nodded his head and quickly kissed Casey on the lips. Casey pulled back after the touch of Derek's lips on her own sent chills down her spin and glanced at Derek. "I don't know what's happening." She admitted and Derek nodded his head again.

"It's okay Casey. It doesn't have to be part of any plan. It just is." He mumbled.

Casey smiled again and nodded her head. "Okay."

Derek laced his fingers with Casey's and they walked down the hall, neither one sure of where they were even going.