Im trying to update as much as possible, Im headed out of town saturday and wont be able to update for a week. so Hopefully i can get in a few more chapters before I leave. This chapters not that long either, but from after this one I promise they will finally be longer. I also want to thank everyone for the possitive reviews, it incouraging to know people like this story!!!! Also i never said this before in this story, but i do not own Life with Derek or its characters. however if I add any NEW characters that i made up i do own them, but i doubt i will...
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When Casey and I first started dating a lot of my friends and the girls that envied Casey thought I was crazy. "Your way to good for her Derry, She like a nerd." Kendra my ex, complained to me. She was following close behind me as I made my way to Casey's Locker. "No Kendra I was way to good for you." I said blowing her off. She was wrong, so were my friends. I was far from being better than Casey.
It was the complete opposite if you ask me. Casey was really too good for me. She had so much going for her. She was a Genius. The way things were going for her she was sure to wind up at a college like Harvard. As for me, I'd have been lucky to get into Clown College.
Casey Never made me feel like I was lower than her. I was thankful for that. See not only did Casey change me, but she changed my life. Being with her all the time, I put a lot more effort into my school work. My grades got way better, My attitude changed, and amazingly my popularity grew. A lot of kids like the new, nicer Derek Venturi. Thanks to Casey, for once I had a chance.
Only months before Casey was diagnosed did we start looking at colleges. It was our senior year and the time was right. We decided we both wanted to stay together and go to colleges in the same area. We both agreed that college in the states would be cool. So we chose New York. It was still kind of close to home. Casey got excepted to NYU for Business classes, and she going to attend a New York Fashion School. I was also taking business Classes at NYU.
We had it all planned out. After college we were going to open a business together. I was going to be in charge of all the financial stuff. Casey would be the designer of our cloths and stuff like that. Once our business was up and running we'd buy a nice house somewhere in New York and soon after start our own family. Only know do we know that may never happen.
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Casey was set to start chemotherapy two weeks after she was diagnosed. She was scared to death, and so was I. I was terrified I was going to lose her, be alone. She was worried about dying, losing her hair, missing school, being sick, sleeping to much. It was Casey, she was worried about everything.
To make things as easy for her as I could I tried to fix some of her less complicated problems. The week before the chemo started I took the money I had saved and took her to buy a wig. You know one of those that are made from real human hair. She was both saddened by the thought and excited she wouldn't have to go around. Then I went to all her teachers and explained what was going on and got her work for the next couple of weeks. I told them if the Chemo last longer I'd be back for more. Me and Edwin stayed up late the night before she was checked into the hospital putting together a bag of stuff for the hospital. Edwin picked out some movies Casey loved. I got some books I knew she hadn't gotten around to reading. Edwin put some CD's and a walkman, and I snuck Edwin's Game boy and Casey's favorite game into the bag. We then packed up Casey's favorite blanket and one of the extra pillow's on her bed. I packed on of my hoodie's I knew she loved. Once we were done, we headed to bed. I don't know why though I couldn't sleep.
The Next morning Nora Woke me up bright and early. I was exhausted, but that was one day I wasn't going to even try and sleep in. I quickly got dressed, pulling on some jeans, A t-shirt Casey had gotten me for Christmas, a black hooded jacket, and my favorite leather coat. I quickly combed my messy hair and brushed my teeth. When I finally made it down stairs I found Casey sitting on the couch. Her knee's were pulled up to her chest, and her head was buried in her lap. I took a sat next to her and just held her. I didn't have any words that could possibly make her feel better. But I could at least be there.
Dad was staying home with Marti, Edwin and Lizzie. They were going to come up to the hospital later on that day. Once we got there A nurse took us back to a nice comfy hospital room. Since Casey was going to be there a while I guess she got a suite. They gave her one of those ugly hospital gowns to change into. Casey looked at it with disgust. "I have cancer, the least they could do is give me something a little more⦠tasteful to wear." She jokingly complained. I could hear the pain in her voice though. "Well hey I brought that hoodie you like, you want it?" I questioned pointing to the bag. She nodded and gave me one of those half smiles. Once she was dressed she climbed into the bed and tried to get comfortable, but it wasn't exactly easy for her.
About an hour after check in everything started. A nurse came in and started an IV. Casey has a huge fear of needles, so this wasn't easy. Casey held my hand so hard, It felt almost like she was in labor. Once the IV was started they started the chemo. As we sat and listened to the annoying machines beep Me and Casey played a couple of games of I Spy. Time seemed to be moving super slow. Which I guess is good, cause you never know how much time you really have with someone.
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