A/N: I forgot to say on my last chapter that I do not own Life With Derek. Anyways, please enjoy Ch. 2!
Chapter Two
"Wait…you actually went on a speed date?"
"Yeah," Casey said casually, tossing her purse and coat on to a chair.
"Well…did you meet anyone?" Her roommate, Danielle asked anxiously as she turned down one of her episodes of Sex in The City.
"No…no, not really," Casey said, with a nonchalant wave of her hand as she sat down and pretended to be engrossed with Sex in The City.
"Liar," Danielle muted the television, "So, tell me everything!"
"Well…there was one young man," Casey rolled her eyes; "We talked about our families. He came from a blended family as well and as it turns out, his stepmother and stepfather divorced ten years ago – just like mine – and he hasn't seen his stepsiblings since then either. He seemed alright – a little rough around the edges but decent anyways."
"Well…what did he look like?"
"Danielle!" Casey rolled her eyes, "What does it matter. It isn't like he's going to call me or anything!"
"Wait…you exchanged numbers!"
"Danielle, honestly, it was one of our questions we drew."
"Okay now you have got to tell me what he looked like. I want details!"
"Fine; he was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He also had a motorcycle helmet on the table beside him. He had brown hair that was messy and falling into his eyes and looked like it hadn't even seen a shampoo bottle in at least three days, he had brown eyes, a crooked smile…"
"Casey!"
"What?" Casey asked, a little annoyed by her best friend and roommate's constant prodding.
"He sounds simply irresistible."
"Oh, Danielle, believe me, he was resistible."
"What do you mean, Casey?"
"He just seemed too much like…like Derek."
"Derek? As in Derek Venturi the stepbrother you always fought with, the stepbrother who made your life a 'living hell' during high school, the stepbrother you haven't seen in close to ten years?"
"Yes," Casey rolled her eyes, "That Derek Venturi. He just seemed too much like him."
"You are coming up with excuses."
"Excuses?"
"Yes, Casey excuses. You thought he was cute, in fact, you hope that he calls you. However, you, being the practical person you are, you are not allowing yourself to think he was irresistible so as not to get your hopes up in case he doesn't call you. But you're wrong, Casey. He will call you."
"How do you know?" Casey asked, not admitting that Danielle was right.
"Because," Danielle smiled, "You were drop-dead gorgeous in that dress!"
"Danielle," Casey rolled her eyes, "You have been watching way to many episodes of Sex in The City."
"Hey, it's true."
"Whatever. I'm going to bed…"
"Case…"
"What?" Casey asked, standing from the couch.
"Three days."
"What?"
"He will call you in three days."
"Danielle, now I definitely think you've been watching too much of Sex in The City," Casey said as she headed to her bedroom.
He was kind of cute. I mean that long, shaggy brown hair that kept falling below his eyebrow and into those dark brown eyes of his…Casey stop it! He isn't going to call you. In fact, he has probably already forgotten you and you should do the same, Casey said, practically as she pulled on her pajamas. However, as she crawled into her bed, she couldn't get his face out of her mind.
