Author's Note: This is a drabble for Somerdaye's Drabble Contest on Daseynation! The prompt is Dasey - Bleeding love by Jesse McCartney. I know its KIND OF LONG for a Drabble, But I love it anyways, haha.

They Try to Pull Me Away

A life with Derek Drabble

Disclaimer: I don't own the song OR Life with Derek. Thank you.

They all know. It's almost unnerving, because even though they know... it doesn't mean they agree.

It took me so long; to figure it out. I was in denial. That's when everyone got along.

I first realized it when she came home one night, after a date(with Truman). She was flustered, and I wanted to know why. It hit me then. I shouldn't care. I never cared, before... right?

Still, I shoved my thoughts to the deepest, darkest depths of my mind(the one she didn't believe existed). I couldn't feel this way, it's wrong.

It proved hard to ignore after 'The incident'. We were both away already, at Queens University. Damn those co-ed bathrooms. I walked in to take a shower when I heard someone singing. Immediately, I stopped dead in my tracks. I knew that voice, it was her. I should have left; come back later in the day... but I didn't(I couldn't). The shower turned off, and I pannicked internally; I still didn't move. I saw the towel disappear from the top of the stall door and heard the lock open. Creak. It was at that moment that I noticed she was still singing.

"I don't care what they say; I'm in love with-" She stopped. Eyes wide, mouth agape, hair dripping wet, only the slightly small towel covering her body.

If it wasn't interesting enough, it was then when I realized: I'd dropped my soap.

I tried to play it cool. Smirk, cocky posture, all that jazz. "You know what they say about dropping the soap." StupidstupidStupid! I mentally slapped myself.

She seemed to agree with my conscience as she scowled and grabbed her things before leaving me. All alone in the bathroom, with dirtygroundsoap.

The irony of her song choice didn't even occur to me until it was too late.

I told everyone that I could. Sam, Edwin, Ralph, even Sheldon- who I'd called in attempt to get someone to understand.

Every. Single. Person. They all said the same thing. "You can't be serious, dude. She's your sister." No. NoNoNo. She was not.

I eventually got the courage to tell the most important person. Her.

It was forced and contrived, but I finally was able to tell her what I'd needed to all along.

Too bad she was sleeping.

'Till this day, I'm not ashamed. I'm really not. Just afraid. Afraid that... if I finally tell her what I've been feeling... she'll be disgusted, and then all of my fighting will have been for nothing.

Because... I don't care what they say. I am in love with her. And as much as they do try to pull me away... I'll keep bleeding love for her. And yes, I am a pansy.

But only Casey could make Derek feel this way.