Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Life With Derek. I probably don't even own the plot. 0.o


She doesn't hate me the way I hate her. She doesn't like me the way I like her. She doesn't love me the way I love her. I don't think she ever really did. I was just another challenge for her, another thing to conquer, another thing to win.

When she was with Sam, I was there, and when she was with Max, telling him she wanted to 'wait' she was fucking me senseless to relieve the stress of having to deal with the orange oompa-loopa from hell, on top of everything else 'she was going through.' I was there was there when Noel drove her to crazy (It isn't a long drive) with his flirting, and I'm here now when she's with Truman.

Truman won't sleep with her. She can't figure out why. So her skirts are getting shorter, shorter, shorter, and her tops become nothing less than a barely there piece of fabric, but – I know why he won't fuck her, I know why he won't screw her, why no matter how badly he wants her, he always says no at the very last possible second. He knows. He knows I love her. And even though I'm breaking Male Code (that damn Male Code) by fooling around with another guy's girlfriend, I think he understands. This is the only way I'll ever have her.

She's on top, wearing nothing except a pair of panties, hands on my bare chest, perfectly manicured nails, digging into my skin and my hips involuntarily buck up and she moans. I lift my torso to kiss her, but she pushes me back down, and she pulls down my boxers to around my knees, she pushes aside her panties and takes me in.

This is our dynamic.

She broke up with Truman. After seeing him kiss 'Icky Vicky.' It was just an excuse. She knew he'd been messing around with Emily for weeks. She won't look anyone in the eyes. It's all an act.

She's always been an amazing actress, yet she doesn't even care enough to put on an act while she's in bed with me.

It's never my name she moans.


A/N: I ... don't even remember what inspired this. I had this written up ages ago and just yesterday typed it up. I haven't edited it, (which is very depressing, because I love editing), because I don't think that I can look at this a second longer without my eyes beginning to bleed... So, my tenses are probably off, (Screw that, I can all but guarantee they're off) and it probably doesn't flow right, because in word the paragraphs look different... Argh. Well, I suppose there you go.

A/N 2: Umm... so okay, this is what I get for not even reading this over before I typed this up... Or waiting so long to post after writing it in the first place, because the last line was wrong. It gave the impression. It sounded like she never said anyone's name, but it's really she never says Derek's name. I know, I know, I fail, and I thought about just leaving it and being done with it, but just really isn't my style. I swear I must have a mild case of OCD because I swear... Alrighty then, rambling over, done, and gone. Enjoy!