Author's Note: This is my first fanfic ever so it's probably not very good. If you review, please be gentle. I don't own anything. Thank you.
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One thing Derek and I are extremely good at together is our deceiving looks. How we put on such a display of distaste, annoyance, rudeness and even anger sometimes just so we can make for it up later. Because when we're alone, Derek is sweet and charming and in some cases insecure. I believe I'm the same way too. He makes me feel so alive and comfortable in his presence. I nearly fall apart when we finally are alone.
Our deceiving looks fool our parents, siblings and friends every day. I feel guilty sometimes, all the time actually, and I know Derek does too just from the look on his face. We really should just come out with our relationship already; if what we're doing is a relationship. We're sleeping together and we both definitely care about each other. I don't know if it's love or not yet; it could be if we let it go on. Derek's become someone I truly depend on.
Surprising, I know.
"Do you think we should tell them tomorrow?" I tentatively ask Derek. We're in his bed and I'm wrapped securely around him. I'm resting against his chest while he has his chin placed on the top of my head. I know he's awake because ever so often he runs his hands through my hair.
"Who's them?" He asks.
"Who do you think, doofus?"
"I don't know, you tell me!" He's getting exasperated.
"Our parents; the family. Our friends even." I explain.
"Why? Do you?" He asks back.
"Maybe," I pull away a little to stare up at him.
He chuckles and I smile right back, "Maybe we should tell them then we all can go out to dinner and have a good laugh." He somehow says this mockingly yet earnestly.
I bite back a laugh and try to keep a serious face on. "Derek, I'm trying to be serious here and you're destroying it."
"I'm sorry," he says.
"No, you're not but thanks for saying it," he laughs at that, "I just think if this thing between us develops into something more, our family and friends should know."
I can tell Derek's taking in what I've just said because suddenly he looks down and gives me one of his brilliant smiles. "This is true," he agrees slowly, "You want a time and a place and all that?"
"It would be helpful," I say, smirking.
He glares at me.
"Tomorrow?"
He grimaces.
"Come on, Derek, stop being a baby!"
"Fine, tomorrow, if it makes you happy, woman!"
"Yes, it would," I beam up at him, "But don't call me 'woman' ever again."
"Whatever, Case."
I settle back into his arms, happy with our new decision. "No more deceiving looks," I mutter and bury my face back in Derek's chest. I know Derek's okay with this because he soon relaxes against me again and running his fingers through my hair.