I'm back! I finally got some inspiration when I was relaxing the other day on the roof of a building on campus (it's open and has tables and chairs). So I got an idea for this multichapter Dasey fic! Life is good. I'll try to update as often as I can, but between writing/editing the chapters and being a college student I don't know when I'll get around to doing it. So here goes!
They had graduated. It was such an outrageous idea, but it had happened. Casey was still absorbing it, but she was also planning for the coming summer and semester at Queens. With Derek. She scowled to herself. Trust Derek to ruin this new chapter in her life. She had been trying to rid herself of him, rid herself of his constant pranks and interfering in her life. There went that idea!
With a sigh of exasperation, she rolled off her bed, course catalog in hand, and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Lo and behold, who would else be down but Derek? Oddly enough he had the same catalog in his hand.
"Hey. What are you doing up so late?"
"Looking at courses for next year. There are so many amazing classes!"
"I know! Women's Literature, Feminist Theory?" She rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"Derek! You're only taking those classes to meet girls!"
"Uh, yeah! But maybe I should just take the classes you're taking then take all your notes." He smirked at her, his eyes taking on that almost affectionate glint that she was so used to seeing now.
"Forget it! And do me a favor. When you see me in the quad, pretend you don't know me."
"Are you kidding? We are gonna be best buds. Then you can introduce me to all your sorority sisters."
"Derek, you are the most annoying brother—"
"Step-brother." She couldn't breathe. The banter had ceased, and in its place was the familiar, yet completely foreign, tension that seemed to constantly surround them now. Before she could think about what she was saying, the words slipped out.
"Same difference." Her tone was casual, almost perky, but she felt like she was pleading with him. But why was she pleading with him? And why did her words feel like a death sentence? The expression on Derek's face, in his eyes, seemed to agree with that last thought, but his words held a completely different meaning.
"Yeah. You're right."
What had just happened?
Ok, I have a general idea where I'm going with this, but it's going to take lots of work. Pus I have an English essay due Thursday, so the next chapter most likely won't be up til sometime next week. I love FanFiction, but school comes first. Sorry, guys! But I'd love it if you'd review. Praise, criticism, anything! When people review, it means they've read it, and that makes me happy.