Getting There

Disclaimer: Don't own LWD or Because of You, Kelly Clarkson but all poems and other lyrics are mine.

A/N: Sorry, I made a mistake!! Derek and Casey are SEVENTEEN not SIXTEEN, I just needed to make that clear. Thank you for my reviews!! I hope you like this chapter R&R please!!

Chapter 2: How Many Tears?

Getting.There.

I will not make the same
mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
cause my heart
so much misery

"Out!" Casey pushed Derek out the door then slammed it shut.

"I've one word to describe you: rude!" He yelled through the door and was answered with her laughter.

"Try to convince her into allowing you to watch her change again?" Lizzie asked, smirking at the obvious answer as she walked out of the bathroom, towel drying her hair. He nodded shamelessly.

"Honestly, that woman will never understand the needs of a hormonal teenage boy!" He yelled the stresses part of the sentence so she could here, but his ears were met with more laughter. Lizzie just shook her head, cackling.

"And you never will." She said pointedly. "Well…you might, but I really don't want to think of that day." She said, with a mild shudder.

"But I do; maybe you didn't get the 'hormonal teenage boy' bid yet, but just so y'know, living in the same house with my very hot girlfriend, let alone the fact my bedroom is right beside hers, makes my hormones, which are already more than normal, triple." He explained knowingly.

"Yeah, I don't want to know." Edwin muttered, passing by.

"Derek's telling me that his raging hormones are tripled because Casey is hot and they live in the same house and have rooms right next to each other." Lizzie said. Edwin blinked a couple of times.

"Yeah…I said 'I don't want to know'. Next time, Liz? Yeah, keep the facts to yourself. And Derek? Please warn me not to go anywhere near this hallway when your tripled hormones..." he shuddered, "get unleashed." With another shudder, he went down to the kitchen.

"Then you might want to sleep on the couch for a while!" He called down the stairs.

"Gross!" Lizzie cried out and Derek was met with a smack to the back of his head.

"Ow! What was that for?!" He said dramatically pouting. Casey rolled her eyes.

"For scaring the children!" She said sternly.

Getting.There.

I will not break
the way you did
you fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
to never let it get that far

"Nora, where're my car keys? I can't find them anywhere!" George cried out from the front door.

"Try your left coat pocket, George!" Nora called back.

"Oh, thanks! I'm off!" He called out and was met by a chorus of "goodbye".

"Are you ready yet?!" Derek cried out exasperatedly up the stairs.

"A couple of minutes; the stupid zipper on this skirt is caught." She called down, a smirk graced Derek's lips and was practically about to leap up the stairs to…help; but was caught by Nora grabbing his arm and shaking her head.

"Well…she shouldn't broadcast something like that in front of me; don't blame my hormones for her being so damn s…never mind." He finished, catching Nora's look. "She's an intelligent young lady and has a personality of gold, and that's why I love her." He recited what Nora had taught him.

"Good boy." She pinched his cheek and smiled softly. "I'm taking the other kids to school; please don't be late." She said before leaving through the front door, followed by Edwin, Lizzie and Marti.

"Promise…well, if Casey gets her butt down here I promise." He smirked as he yelled pointedly up the stairs.

"I'm coming!" She cried out, followed by a grunt and a satisfied sigh. "There." She bounded down the stairs and Derek sighed exasperatedly.

"Finally!" Then he turned around and looked at her. "Sweet!" He cried out, being drawn to her exposed long legs by her miniskirt that fell above her knee, but not to short. She laughed as he gripped her hips and brought her tight against him.

"We have to go; you were so eager before t-"

"Still am." He said smirking.

"Ew! Derek! We have to go to school!" He pecked her on the lips then reluctantly let go of her and they got into his car.

Getting.There.

Because of you,
I never stray too
far from the sidewalk

"Edwin and Lizzie, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Lizzie with the baby carriage!" Marti chanted until they reached the school.

"Marti, please don't song that in the school." Nora said and the little girl nodded.

"'Kay Nora!" She said as they all climbed out of the car.

"Marti…why would you do that?" Edwin asked.

"'Cause you like each other, I saw you make a kissy-face like Smerek and Casey!" She said, innocent as hell and smiling.

"Oh." Lizzie said, blushing madly.

"Right…don't tell the people in the school, okay? You're only allowed to tell Daphne." Marti nodded and ran up to her group of friends.

"You think she'll keep her mouth shut?" Lizzie asked.

"Not a chance in hell."

Getting.There.

Because of you

I learned to play on the safe side

So I don't get hurt

"Stop it." Casey smacked his hands away, yet again.

"Eager much, Derek?" Emily's voice was laced with laughter; he just shrugged.

"She's hot." He cocked his thumb in Casey's direction and she blushed.

"Shut up, Derek." He rolled his eyes playfully and looked at a group of football players across the hall, all staring at Casey…not that they would actually know who she was do to the fact they hadn't looked past her chest. He shot them a glare and reached for Casey's skirt and pulled them hem down slightly, but a rip was heard and a part the bottom ripped off, making the skirt considerably shorter.

"Wow, he really is eager…" Emily said, looking at the piece of white fabric in Derek's hand. Casey was still staring at her ripped skirt in shock.

"Um…" Derek said stupidly.

"Um. Um? Um?!" She yelled looking at him. "Is that what you say after you-" A loud whistle echoed through the hallway as the football team passed by Casey. Her eyes widened in disgust as one of them spun around and checked her out. "EW!" She said, her face contorted with disgust.

"Oops." He chuckled nervously, handing over the piece of fabric to her. More whistles surrounded her and she desperately tried to make the skirt look longer by pulling on it, but not enough to make it rip again.

"Good, Lord, Derek." Emily said, watching her best friend and her frantic movements.

"I didn't want to rip it!" He said defensively. Looking at Casey as she glanced self-consciously around her. "Case, relax." He tried to assure her but it made no difference, she shot daggers at him.

"Once again; shut up, Derek!" She said in an angry tone.

"It was an accident!" He cried out.

"Shut up!" She cried out.

"Case, you aren't making that thing any longer." Emily pointed out.

"Crap…Derek, I swear to God I'm going to kill you when we get home." She said threateningly.

"But I only did it 'cause all the guys were staring at you!" He cried out quietly.

"Oh, so you thought you'd solve it by making my skirt shorter?!"

"I only wanted to pull the hem down, not rip it off." She huffed then turned away as more catcalls came her way.

"Looking good, Grubby!" One guy called out from across the hall. Derek seethed with jealousy and Casey just ignored everyone around her.

"Hey, Case, you want to go see if we can do anything about it in the bathroom?" Emily asked, feeling Casey's hostility towards Derek radiating off her. She nodded then walked away from him.

"Dude…Casey looks-" Sam said walking up to Derek.

"I said it once, and I'll say it again, don't you dare finish that sentence." He said, shaking his head, his eyes wandering off to Casey's retreating form.

"Y'know, I think I'll ask her out again." Sam said.

"Uh, no you won't." Derek said plainly.

"Why? Is she with someone?"

"Yeah…she is." His voice was deadpanned.

"D, are you gonna tell me or am I gonna have to play 20 questions?"

"Well, here's a question and answer. Is he her stepbrother? Yes, he is." Derek said coldly.

"Dude…Edwin scored Casey?" Sam asked, knowing that he was pissing Derek off.

"No!" Derek said in his face, but upon seeing Sam's victorious smirked he groaned. "I hate you, man." Sam sighed and threw his arm over Derek's shoulder.

"No you don't."

Getting.There.

Because of you
I learned to play
on the safe side
so I don't get hurt

"Stupid Derek, stupid boys, stupid skirt, stupid hem, stupid thread, stupid jealousy, stupid hormonal Derek, stupid…stupid…stupid…Derek!" Casey muttered as Emily took a look at the skirt.

"Sorry, Babe. You're sstuck with it unless you can get me a sewing machine." Casey groaned.

"Great."

"Well…think of it this way, you'll be getting numbers all day, and you'll get to turn them down, saying you're dating Derek, ad they'll get scared because he'll pop up out of nowhere and give that pointed look when someone's messing with his girl." Emily explained as though it were a comman occurrence.

"I think you've inhaled the scent of nailpolish to the point where your brain is damaged." Casey said, giving her a look. Emily just rolled her eyes.

"Just because the smell perminently stuck in my nose does not mean my brain is damaged."

"Mhm, we'll just pretend that's the plish speaking."

"The plish is always speaking. The polish does no wrong! The polish is what told you you'd wind up with Derek, the polish said that skirt was going to rip at the seem when you bought it. What makes you think the polish is wrong this time?"

"Because 'The Polish' is getting really annoying-and why is Derek talking to the group of football players?" Casey asked as they stepped out of the wash room.

"The polish says he's giving them the, 'Don't-Whistle-At-My-Woman' threat; classic and Derek scares people shitless with it everyday." Casey looked at emily.

"The polish needs to stop its research on my boyfriend." Emily nodded.

"Oh, contraire. This is research from past attempts of getting Derek to me from the polish…I just happen to remember it; I mean I practically studied it like the finals." Casey sighed and Emily shrugged. "It's the polish speaking."

Getting.There.

Because of you
I find it hard to trust
not only me, but everyone around me

Because of you
I am afraid...

"Listen I don't appreciate you whistling at Casey like that." Derek said looking at who appeared to be the new quarterback, and leader, since Max transferred schools.

"Dude, you're the one that ripped her skirt." He said pointedly.

"That was an accident. I was trying to pull it down to make it seem longer so your eyes would go back in their sockets." Derek pointed out to him.

"So, do you always grab your sister's skirt, which just happens to be short and very close to her body?" The guy asked, smiling coldly.

"Stepsister; and it just so happens that she's also my girlfriend." He took a threatening step towards him and he gulped, feeling at a disadvantage as Derek stood confidently above him.

"R-right, sorry Dude…didn't know…" Derek smirked and turned to walk away. "Dude's dating his sister…that's just weird." The guy muttered and Derek spun. Pinning him against the lockers with his forearm across his neck.

"What was that?" Derek narrowed his eyes threateningly at him.

Getting.There.

I lose my way
and it's not to long before you
point it out

"Oh my God! What was that?!" Casey cried out quietly to Emily as they watched the scene unfold.

"Ha! What'you know! The polish was right!" Emily said, actually happy as she watched a sight where a guy was about to mangled by Derek.

"Em, could you just shut up about the polish?!" Casey cried out.

"But it doesn't go away…like I said; the scent is on my nose permanently." She said with a shrug.

Getting.There.

I cannot cry
because I know that's weakness
in your eyes

"Repeat it; I dare you to say that again." Derek said, his voice down to a dangerous low. "I let the forst comment slide about the skirt; but now you're pushing it."

"S-sorry! I-I'm sorry…I didn't really mean anything by it…really!" He said, running out of oxygen.

"You better be." Derek said, his voice sending chills down they boy's spine.

"I am!" He gasped out and Derek let go of him, sending one more meaningful look to the rest of the group.

Getting.There.

I'm forced to
fake a smile, a
laugh, every day
of my life

"Oh my God!" Casey exclaimed as Derek walked over to them. "Derek…he was turning blue!" She said; her eyes wide. He rolled his eyes, grabbed her face and smashed his lips with hers. Gasps echoed through the hallway and they separated. "What was that for?" She asked, slightly dazed.

"You talk too much…and I don't care if he suffocated." He said quietly, his forehead against hers. She smiled.

"He played the 'sister' card, didn't he?" Emily asked. Derek looked at her confusedly.

"Uh…" He said, looking at Casey.

"It's the polish speaking." Emily and Casey said simultaneously. The warning bell rang and the two girls left for class.

"Polish?" Derek asked himself.

Getting.There.

My heart can't possibly break when
it wasn't even whole to start with

So far, Emily's outstanding polish predictions had come true; Casey was being swarmed by guys, though Derek had yet to pop up out of nowhere.

"Hey; Casey right?" A guy asked, leaning against the locker beside hers; without even looking away from her locker and at the boy she answered.

"Mhm." It was brief; she didn't want to waste more time than necessary.

"So, I was wondering-" She shut her locker then turned to him.

"You want to hang out after school?" She asked, her eyebrow raised and arms crossed firmly over her chest.

"Uh…yeah, that's what I was going to ask." He said, sounding cocky.

"Hmm…no." She said flatly and turning to walk away.

"Uh-why not?" He said, grabbing her arm gently, so she would be able to walk away.

"Because," she ripped her arm from his grasp, "you're only talking to me because my skirt is short, you only know my name because you know Derek, and you haven't even looked at me above my chest until now." She snapped.

"Also, why would she go out with you when she's dating me?" A voice from behind the boy said; he turned and saw Derek behind him.

"You're dating your stepsister?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah." He said pointedly.

"Whatever." With that he walked away.

"That is some polish…" Casey muttered, slowly shaking her head.

Getting.There.

Because of you
I never stray too
far from the sidewalk

"Hey, Baby." Casey walked into Derek's room and leaned against his computer desk as he watched some random video on uTube that Sam suggested he watch. He looked up at her, an amused smile playing at his lips from the video. He rolled out his chair slightly and patted his knee, smirking suggestively. She giggles lightly and perched herself on his lap.

"This is quite tempting." He said, wiggling his eyebrows, causing her to giggle again. "Ooh…I've got her giggling." She smiled and her eyes fell to her fidgeting hands in her lap. Derek's hand then took one of hers and held it tightly while he pressed a sweet kiss on the base of her neck.

"You've turned me into one of your 'girls'." She said.

"Mm-mm, you'll never be one of those. I like you too much." He said with a smile that made her heart melt. She rested her forehead on his and smiled back.

"You sure you're not just saying that?" She asked, slightly worried. "You said you liked Kendra." She said pointedly and he sighed.

"I'm sure I'm not just saying that, I'm positive. And the thing about Kendra is…I liked her, I didn't love her." She smiled and gave him a peck.

"You," peck, "are," peck, "such," peck, "a softie." He pulled her in for a deep kiss, he pulled her closer by her waist and she was pressed tightly against his chest. She sighed into the kiss and her fingers raked through his hair and her hips grinded against him unknowingly.

"Casey…" He groaned when their lips parted momentarily. She bit her lip and looked at him wide-eyed as he panted.

"Oh, sorry." She said sheepishly as his he tried to catch his breath.

"No, no, don't worry. Just…refrain from doing that again." He chuckled lightly and she bit her lip in a half-smile.

"Maybe I should…get off your lap; you know, to avoid that situation from happening again." She tried to wiggle off his lap but her ears were met with another groan and more pants.

"Alright…not working. Just try…Casey!" He cried out in frustration, followed by a groan as Casey wiggled slightly.

"I'm sorry! This is entirely your fault, though!" She cried out exasperatedly and leaned against his hard chest with her back against it. His head lolled back and a small moan escaping his lips.

"And how, pray tell, is this my fault? You're the one who kissed me, you're the one that sat on my lap and you're the one that…God help me, turned me on." He hissed, his head still thrown back and his eyes closed. Casey sighed.

"Derek; I've got to get off your lap. Turning…uh…whether your excited or not." He opened his eyes, looked at her just to roll his eyes at her.

Getting.There.

Because of you
I learned to play
on the safe side
so I don't get hurt

"This is insane…I'm dying of bordom!" Edwin cried out from his place beside Lizzie on the stairs.

"Unless you want to hear Derek groaning, loudly, I might add, then I suggest you stay down here." She snapped and rolled her eyes and Edwin threw back his head in bordom.

"Why does nothing give on Mondays?" He asked, causing Lizzie to roll her eyes again.

"Just shut up."

"I can't take it anymore; I'm going up there, you probably didn't even hear what you think you heard.

"Suit yourself." She called as he walked up the stairs.

Getting.There.

Because of you
I find it hard to trust
not only me, but
everyone around me

Because of you
I am afraid

"Alright…not working. Just try…Casey!" Edwin heard Derek's muffled voice through the door and his face contorted with disgust. He heard more muffled voices then a moan from Derek.

"Ew…!" Edwin whispered to himself then bolted back down the stairs.

Getting.There.

I watched you die
I heard you cry
every night in your sleep

"Excited? Is it too much trouble to say-"

"Don't say it, please, don't say it." Casey pleaded.

"Why? I already did." He shrugged.

"So do you really need to repeat it?"

"Yes; you," he began.

"Stop or I'll move." He shrugged.

"Turn-oh God." She smiled innocently at him and he glared determinedly at her.

"Me…" He drew out the words slowly in a moan, trying to control his volume of voice.

"Having some trouble, Der?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. He shook his head and drew in a shaky breath.

"O-on!" He said triumphantly, but it came out as a loud and wavering moan that Casey was quite pleased with herself. Derek remained on the chair, still panting.

"So…can I get up now?" She asked, swinging her legs over to one side of his legs.

"No." He smirked and pulled her back into his chest and crashed his lips onto hers.

Getting.There.

I was so young
you should have known

Better than to lean on me

"See? I told you!" Lizzie pumped her arms triumphantly.

"Ugh! I shouldve known! The whole, 'hormaonal teenage boy' thing this morning shouldve tipped me off…it's been too quiet for anything else to be happening!" He groaned and let his head fall into his hands.

"Aw…poor Edwin heard Derek make some sexual noises!" Lizzie said in a cutesy voice and pinching his cheek.

"I will be emotionally scarred for life." He grumbled.

Getting.There.

You never thought
of anyone else you just saw
your pain

"Derek!" She giggled out as he leaned on top of her and kissed her already marked collar bone.

"Sh…" He mumbled against her skin. "No talk, the only noise I wanna hear you make is moans, groans, pants and sighs. Mm-Kay?" He asked, his voice muffled against her skin, his breath tickling her skin. She arched her neck, causing it to hit his mattress. Sometime, in the midst of their make out, Derek had found the strength to get off the chair and move them over to his bed without breaking the feverish ministrations.

"Oh…" She moaned softly and he smirked.

"There you go." He mumbled in between kisses.

Getting.There.

And now I cry in
the middle of the night
for the same damn thing

"Certainly took you two long enough to get down here." Nora said as Derek and casey took their spots at the table. Derek coughed and Casey looked up at him confused, then he rubbed his own collarbone signalling that she needed to cover hers somehow.

"I wonder what they were doing-OW!" Edwin grumbled then cried out as Derek kicked his shin. Lizzie and Casey stifled laughter as Edwin rubbed his shin.

"Suck it up, Ed." Derek said smirking.

"Easy for you to say you've sucking at Casey's-OW!" He cried out again as Casey's foot came in tact with his shin. "Stop kicking me!" The two of them rolled their eyes and began to eat.

Getting.There.

Because of you
I never stray too far from the
sidewalk

Casey's foot slid up Derek's calf and back down repeatedly; Derek was trying to ignore the motions, hoping she would stop, but she didn't. He let out an uneasy breath and his father looked at him.

"Are you okay, Derek? You seem…distracted." He said, eyeing him oddly.

"Uh…I'm," He stopped and cleared his throat, Casey held back laughter at his squeaking voice. "I'm fine-ah!" He jumped up at the feeling of her foot unexpectedly rubbing his inner thigh.

"Are you sure? You seem…jumpy and distracted now." He chuckled slightly as Derek sat back down uneasily.

"Yeah, yeah…fine, perfectly fine." Casey's foot traveled further up and pushed her toes down lightly on a part she had already given much attention to earlier that day. Derek's head lolled back and he forgot himself for a moment and exhaled deeply.

"Derek…you seem…to be driven out of your mind right now; maybe you should relax a little?" Casey asked.

"Yeah…I don't think so." He shot her a glare and she smiled sweetly at him.

Getting.There.

Because of you, I
learnt to play on the safe side
so I don't get hurt

Casey gasped at the feeling of a foot thoroughly rubbing against her inner thigh and she clenched her jaw. A couple of minutes went by and she hadnt reacted, finally, Derek stopped and she looked at him with triumph. She sighed in content.

"So…Casey, how was school?" Nora asked.

"Oh, it was-" She was cut off by a loud gasp escaping her throat as Derek pushed his toe against her. Her eyes fluttered shut and she collected her thoughts before opening them slithering a hand under the table to push Derek's foot away.

"It was great! May I be excused?" Her mother nodded and she stood up quickly, shooting one last glance at Derek before bounding up the stairs.

Getting.There.

Because of you
I try my hardest just to
forget everything

Em101: So, was the polish right, or was the polish right?

Case331: The polish was right; but the polish forgot to mention that today would be VERY sexually charged!

Em101: Oh? What happened?

Case331: Oh you know, made out on his computer chair, rubbed my hips against him the wrong way, made out on his bed, and some feet rubbing more places in the wrong way…or right way, seeing on how you look at that.

Em101: Ooh…sorry. But that must've been fun!

Case331: Oh yeah, just peachy.

Getting.There.

Because of you
I don't know
how to let
anyone else in

"What's up with her?" Lizzie asked.

"No idea." Derek said, trying to hide his smirk.

"Why are your lips quirking up and down? It looks like you've got a twitch." Lizzie stated deadpanned.

"They are not!" He said, the smirk going away immediately. Lizzie looked at him, taken aback and quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Somebody's wound up; maybe Casey…oh my God! At the table?!" Edwin said, his head hanging in his palm. "I already heard something I really didn't need to hear…but now I'm sitting beside you and you were…HAPPY!" He screamed out, Marti looked confused, Lizzie looked amused and Nora and George looked at Derek and simultaneously they both sighed.

"Derek!" They yelled and he rose up his hands in defence.

"Hey, hey, hey! Let's not forget about Casey's part in this situation!" George rolled his eyes and Derek stood up. "Can I go?" Nora nodded and Lizzie's brows furrowed.

Getting.There.

Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life
because it's empty

Em101: Oh please, you've got the hottest guy in the school! …well, personally I think Sheldon is incredibly SEXY!

Case331: Ew…Sheldon??? I mean, Derek is hot…incredible…sexy, but Sheldon? Yeah that ALMOST ruins Derek's sexiness. ;-)

Em101: Hey, that's your opinion…mine just so happens to think the Schlep has a certain…je ne sais quoi.

Case331: Lol, sure Em. Look, we both agree, Derek's hot.

Em101: Why the hell are we on this topic?!

Getting.There.

Because of you I am afraid
...Because Of you...

"Why is Casey's skirt so short?" Lizzie asked, almost afraid to hear the answer; Derek smirked deviously.

"'Cause I ripped it." And with that, he ran up the stairs.

"Derek!" Everyone's voice followed him up the stairs and into Casey's room.

"What'd you do this time?" Casey asked, smiling at him.

"Told 'em I ripped your skirt." He said with a shrug.

"Derek!" He sighed.

"I seem to be hearing that a lot lately." He spun her chair towards him and kissed her deeply.

Em101: Case? Are you still there? POLISH SAYS YOU'RE MAKING OUT WITH DEREK!

Em101: The polish is SOOO right.

A/N: Lol, I know this chapter is beyond random…but it's my way of saying sorry ahead of time, because I have I couple of chapters already done for the future…they won't be posted for quite a few chapters though…and I'm pretty sure that you guys'll wanna kill me for it…SO PEASE DON'T KILL ME AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!!