Sleep walking, just when you think there would be nothing worse you find out you didn't sleep walk alone. I hope you guy's enjoy the story. Sorry for not adding more to my other ones yet I just thought of this idea and no matter what I did I couldn't get off the topic to even come up with ideas for the other ones. Please forgive me. This is also my very first POV type story; I will be trying out looking through Casey's eyes. The story takes place a few weeks after prom but before they go off to College.
I do not own LWD or anything about it.
Mornings use to be that everyone woke up around the same time, well when the smell of moms cooking started coming upstairs it was more like a wonderful alarm clock. Everyone would gather and we would talk about our plans for the weekend. Derek never showed up and that was fine for me, he always planed some out of the ordinary way to prank me then go out to Sam's or off on a random date. We all knew his plans so not hearing them anymore was the highlight of my day. Now that school was done the only people that needed to get up early were mom and George so they could go off to work so the breakfast meals went away until the weekends
Last night Derek played a long game, the family didn't come home till around midnight then they all went on and on about how Derek scored the last goal of his tryout game, and how the Coaches of the Collage we were going to just loved him and were so lucky that they signed him up. George was going on and on about how the video of one of his games at school showed them lots but watching the Coaches eyes pop out over Derek's skills were amazingly funny. I really stopped listening after the first half hour of Derek's ego boost party.
With the late night the only one awake when I got up was mom. The family was lucky that Derek's game or tryout was on Friday. Everyone got to sleep in. I did not go to the game so I offered to make the Pancakes mom was starting but kind of falling asleep while mixing.
Giving me a kiss on the cheek mom headed back downstairs to go back to sleep. When they were all cooked I decided for some weird reason to be nice to 'The person of the year' as George called him, and bring Derek his Pancakes.
'Knock, knock' "Hey Derek I brought you some food, can I come in?" I heard him mumble something so I just went in. "They are still warm if you want them, you can bring your dish down when you're done"
I was just about to put them on his desk when I heard him shift in bed. "No…still full, go away" he grumbled out to me.
Thinking he was still sleeping I tried again this time just a little louder so maybe he would wake up, it was 10 a.m. after all. "Derek, Pancakes, they are warm and I brought them up for you because I know you will be pretty banged up today from your tryouts.
"Casey don't you think I have… I just want to sleep right now can you just get out for now" Derek grumbled again as he turned around just to look at me.
"I… I was just trying to be nice, and say grats again for your tryouts and sorry I didn't go. You don't have to be so mean" I put the plate down and was about to step out of his room when I felt him grab my wrist.
When I stopped and turned around Derek let go of my arm then walked over to his window. I don't think he even remembered he was only in his boxers. Pulling on the edge of one of his curtain he asked me the dumbest question. "It is too early in the morning for this so I am going to make this easy for your smart little brain to understand. What is this?"
Did he just say I was smart?
"I am not stupid Derek I know what a curt…. "
When Derek brought his finger up to my lip I shut my mouth instantly. For someone that is sleepy he sure moved fast.
Bringing the finger from my lips and pointing it toward the door he asked me again what it was. Knowing he just wanted the fast answer I simply said "your door"
"Good you're catching on. And what is that?" he pointed to his bed. I was getting sick of this why would he say I was smart just to mock me by asking the dumb questions he was?
"What's your point Derek?" I rolled my eyes so he knew I was getting really bored of his questions. He went and layer back on his bed.
"My point space case is easy, you like math. What does one set of closed curtains plus one closed door plus a nice warm bed equal out to be?"
"Your nasty bedroom?" if he can mock me I could do the same. I could hear him say something under his breath but it was too low to get any of the actual words.
"No space-case. A plus B plus C equals a sleeping Derek, now can you just leave me alone for a bit more?"
Was sleepy Derek really using manners? He didn't swear or yell or anything that was normal Derek. I have never seen him pass down any type of food and especially breakfast.
Over the next few weeks I watched him. It didn't matter what time he woke up or even what day of the week it was he was passing on breakfast every day. He would just come downstairs, grab the remote from whoever had it and after a while go back upstairs. Something was really wrong and I am going to find out what.
That night I sat up trying to think of different reasons why someone would skip a meal. The list was short.
1, he was on drugs. 2. He was sneaking out at night and eating somewhere else. Or the last one and I really didn't want to think about this one 3, He was going through some sort of puberty stage.
The next morning waking up was one of the worst things I could have done that day. My stomach was burning. Pulling the sheets down so I could look at myself I noticed two things. I was topless and my tummy had small burns all over it. Only one person could pull a stunt like this. Jumping out of bed I pulled a tank top on and ran to my door.
"DER-EK, what did you put on my clothes to burn them and my skin"
I yelled loud enough that it woke everyone. I was standing outside Derek's door waiting for him to explain his actions when I was joined by everyone else.
When mom and George came upstairs I noticed George was holding my blue shirt that I wore last night to bed. Running up to him I grabbed the shirt.
"Where did you get this?"
George looked confused but when lifted my shirt enough for everyone to see what Derek had done everything changed.
George started pounding on Derek's door while lizzy and Edwin went and got the research book that they thought no one knew about but we all did. Mom and Marty were trying to calm me down, it wasn't working I was livid. If George found my shirt then it means it was downstairs. How in the hell did he get my shirt off?.
I started pacing back and forth as the questions kept popping into my head. How did he get my shirt off, how did I get the burn marks, why would he burn me, what kind of freak would remove a girl's shirt when they are sleeping… Oh my god Derek has seen my naked chest.
Mom grabbed my shoulders to stop me from pacing then looked right at my tummy.
"Casey, hold on a sec. George stop knocking on the poor kids' door."
Mom bent down to have a good look at my stomach. "Casey do you remember the time I burn my arm while cooking a steak last year?"
I nodded at her not sure where she was going with this.
"Well if I put all the clues from today together I think I can figure this out and all the other weird things the last few months"
George looked over at her "did I marry a detective?"
Mom smiled over at him then ran a finger down one of my burns. "As I thought."
Standing back up mom took my hand and headed back to my room. I sat down on my bed and waited for George to follow us.
"Hun do you remember asking me last week where the new buns went to, you just bought them the day before and when you went to make a snack for me they were all gone.
George just nodded his head so mom continued
"Last Thursday I wanted a snack and I went to the kitchen to make some soup and the soup pot and a frying pan were dirty on the stove. I shrugged it off thinking I just forgot to do the dishes but thinking back to it we ordered pizza that night.
Mom had us both confused now and I think she knew it too because she started laughing then. After a good minute of us just looking at her mom calmed herself.
"We have noticed that since school has ended that a lot more food has been used, we thought it was because you guys have nothing better to do then to sit at home and just eat so we didn't mention it"
I looked over to George who was just nodding his head.
"Well Casey I think you are cooking at night again."
"Again what do you mean again?"
"When you were little and just started learning how to cool I use to wake up to food sitting beside my bed. Normally it was stuff that didn't require actual cooking so it was bowls of cereal or a peanut butter sandwich. When you got to use the stove more with me I woke up to eggs and toast. I followed you a few nights and found out that when you think someone is upset you sleep walk and cook them food. It was so cute. But it got to the point where you started cooking bigger things so at night I had to take all the nobs off the stove and even lock your door. I made sure to always unlock it before you woke up in the morning"
"I use to sleep cook" was my mom crazy, who would ever sleep cook.
"When we came up this morning your shirt was on the table and there was a dirty pan on the stove. I mentioned to George that the kitchen smelled like bacon and I guess I wasn't losing it like he said"
We both looked over at George who just held his hands up to surrender.
"Casey Hun, your cooking again in your sleep but it looks like you are taking better care of yourself; you must have taken your shirt off to put cream on your burns because they do have cream on them"
I looked down at my burns and felt one of them. She was right I did have cream on.
Finally spotting the two spies outside my door I saw them scribbling in the book they always had, I guess the mystery of my burns was solved so they were bored of it. Marty ran into my room asking to eat something so George and mom left with her.
I stood there for a while making sure every spot did have cream on it. I liked my stomach and I was not going to put up with scares because I sleep cooked.
"Why are you rubbing yourself?"
The sound of his voice actually made me jump a bit.
"I burnt myself and I was just putting cream on it" the look on Derek's face was the one I saw it Marty got hurt or if he lost one of his games.
"Are they okay now?" he actually started to walk toward me then stopped and the worried look disappeared to the smirk he always had.
"It's just like you Klutzilla to hurt yourself, you should be a doctor instead of a lawyer."
He walked away laughing a little.
Why did Derek care if I was okay? He did look worried? How could I think Derek was behind this? Why would he want to see me half naked? That was just too weird.
A/n. I know I am repetitive when it comes to those pancakes, 2 stories now have Casey bringing him pancakes in bed lol. So please tell me what you think like I said I have NEVER done a point of view story before.