A/N: It's my first fic, so bear with me. Written for thelastpinksock tumblr, and posted for atatteredrose.
"Nope. Not gonna happen."
"Alright."
They sat in silence for what seemed forever, before they were saved by the sound of Ivy's phone."Eileen, hey… Really? Yeah, I can be there. Sure, see you soon."
"They want me to sing at the American Theatre Wing event," she answered Derek's questioning look, shock in her voice, "like, right now." She stood up and rushed inside, pulling Derek with her.
"Can you, um.. wait right there while I change?" Ivy asked as she walked to her closet, suddenly aware of how awkward it all was.
"It's not like I haven't seen all of it, darling," he replied, only half teasing, pretending to peek through the curtain that divided her kitchen and bedroom.
"I'm serious," she said, swatting at the floating head, trying to maintain the suddenly light mood, "besides, you've lost your chance."
"Yeah, I did," he said with a sigh, almost to himself.
It got awkward again.
They remained quiet, Derek waiting by her door while she changed and fixed her make-up and hair.
She came into the kitchen, looking at Derek as he stared back, neither making a move to leave.
"So, are you coming?" she finally asked.
"Unless you want me to wait here," he answered with a smirk.
"Ha! Funny. Let's go."
"Listen, Ivy," he said looking straight at her, getting serious again, "About what happened…"
"I know."
"And we can be friends, can't we?"
"Yeah. We are friends." She kissed his cheek, then tousled his hair, earning a chuckle in response. "Come on."
Later, when he took her arm as they left the ballroom, she saw something that looked like pride shine in his eyes.
They were going to be fine, after all.