A/N: Hey guys! Umm... this chapter is basically Dasey fluff... actually, the entire story's foundation is Dasey fluff. So yeah.

Anyways, I hope you like it! Reviews are greatly appreciated! :D

The Right Side of Wrong
Chapter 1: Can't Deny This Feeling

I lay there in my bed, legs tangled with the sheets and her silky smooth stems, thinking about how lucky I was. I mean, who would have thought that Casey MacDonald, the smart, beautiful, and feisty girl of my dreams – really she was, I dream about her a lot – was with me, Derek Venturi, the coolest guy in school, slacker, and the jerk of her nightmares, would have chosen me?

Ah, join me in my happy dance, people. Join me.

I looked at her sleeping face, taking in every shadow and crevice, the line of her cheekbones, the way her mouth was open slightly, making me want to kiss her all the more.

She stirred in her sleep, cuddling closer to me in my not-very-loose hold on her. I buried my nose in her hair, absorbing her scent, memorizing it forever. Vanilla with jasmine.

Okay, so it's a little odd that I know what jasmine smells like, with my being a guy and all. But after you've taken a shower with a certain person a few times, you tend to notice what shampoo they use. Well, that is when you're not busy doing something else. Hehe...

"Mmm, baby?" Casey asked in a groggy voice. She still sounded sexy.

"Yeah?" I awaited her response.

"Would you just kiss me and get it over with? I can feel you staring at me and it's making it hard to sleep under your pretty brown eyes," she said, slowly bringing her blue orbs to meet my brown.

"Well, if you insist," I said with a smirk and captured her lips. She smiled against my mouth and let out a moan as our tongues mingled. She pulled away slowly and didn't open her eyes. To my surprise, she didn't even say anything, just laid her head down on my chest and went back to sleep. Letting out a chuckle, I soon went to sleep, too.

It's been about three months since Casey and I were official. I keep the story that I wrote under my bed, tied together with a ribbon from Casey. She said that we should have it published – when we're legal, she meant. See, we haven't told anyone, well, with the exception of the student body. But that was only to tell people to back off. The family doesn't know, and we intend to keep it that way until we're eighteen. That way they – they being Nora and Dad, I'm pretty sure that Lizzie, Edwin, and Marti wouldn't care enough to try and break us up – couldn't do anything about it. They could be bitter, sure; happy, I'm all for it; angry, whatever; nothing could be done to tear us apart.

She comes into my room almost every night after everyone has gone to sleep, or when she thinks that everyone is. I remember one time – this was when it was an every night kind of thing - she told me that she was going to my room, but Lizzie had just come out of the bathroom and asked her what she was doing. She said that she said she was just going to the bathroom, but she forgot where she was going. Lizzie had given her a strange look, but let it pass. We don't meet every single night anymore.

We tried to keep up the bickering, but it was too much stress. When Nora and Dad questioned us, we simply replied that we were tired of it. It never got us anywhere, anyway. Just venting a few frustrations out – which were now solved with some rough kisses and general, erm, roughness.

I unconsciously pulled her closer to me, almost afraid she wouldn't be there if I opened my eyes. I felt her snuggle into me and I smiled like a goof.

I can't believe this is real.

I'm gonna hold on forever.