Okay!! I'm so happy because all of you!! You guys review like mad men...or women. I'm trying to go for at least 8 reviews before I update again. Please make this come true!! Well, I'm going to make sure Casey gets that poem soon. You're just going to have to keep reading to see when! Okay, enough and on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek.
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Derek trudged out of the kitchen after tossing his bowl into the sink, deciding that it's time to head out. Casey had already left 10 minutes ago. That early bird. Edwin was finishing up his cereal and Lizzie was sitting on the couch watching some morning shows until the bus came.
"I'm out," Derek said, shrugging on his leather jacket which in return made a crumpled up piece of notebook paper fall out of his back jean pocket. He grabbed his bookbag without noticing it and shot out the door. Lizzie turned and saw the paper on the ground and furrowed her eyebrows at it.
She looked around, got up, and walked to it. Bending down and picking it up, she couldn't help but wonder why Derek would have a crumpled piece of paper in his pocket. She bent back up and slowly unfolded. After reading it, she went into total shock.
Seriously, how can The Derek Venturi be able to write a poem? Much less, a poem expressing his feelings and it was good, too. Lizzie read over it again, trying to figure out who it was about. Her eyes scanned the title.
"Her," she said quietly.
"What?" Edwin said, a confused look plastered on his face when he saw Lizzie holding a crumpled piece of paper and staring at it confusedly.
"Derek...Derek wrote a poem?" She said in surprise, although it sounded more like a question and a statement. Edwin furrowed his eyebrows at her and snatched the poem. He read over it and his mouth hung open afterwards.
"Who do you think it's about?" Lizzie asked, still trying to figure it out.
"Casey," he simply said as Lizzie gasped.
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"Ugg, Em, how in the world am I suppose to get my hands on that poem?!" Casey asked in distress. It was the middle of lunch and they were sitting at their usual table, poking at the school's 'lunch'.
"Well, keep searching for it and next time don't get caught. I'm sure you'll get it sooner or later," Emily said, pushing her 'food' aside. Casey did the same and sighed and shrugged.
"I guess you're right, Em," she stated in defeat.
Across the room, Derek was frantically searching for his poem, which he could have sworn he stuck in his pocket that morning, but when he checked to see if it was still there, it had mysteriously disappeared. He stopped seaching and snapped his head in Casey's direction. He narrowed his eyes and stalked over to her.
"Casey," he hissed. She looked up in surprise.
"Huh?" She asked. He held out his hand to her and she looked down at it in confusion.
"Hand it over," he said sternly.
"Hand what over?" She asked.
"Look, you've probably already read it and had your fun laughing at me, so just hand it over," he said.
"What are you talking about, Derek?" She asked in pure confusion. He relaxed a little when he realized she really didn't have it, then stiffened when he realized that someone else might have it.
"Wait, if you don't have it," he paused, looking around. "Then who does?"
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Derek had gone through the whole day worrying about someone having the poem, but when four hands pulled him into the games' closet at his house and two hands held up a very familiar crumpled piece of paper, he relaxed a little. Then, he realized who had the poem and stiffened.
"So, Derek. I'm assuming you don't want Casey to get a hold of this correct?" Edwin asked, handing it to Lizzie who stood behind him. Derek lurched after it, but Edwin blocked him and Lizzie stuck it in her back pocket.
"God, Edwin, what do you want?" Derek asked in defeat.
"A hundred bucks, we get to keep the poem, and we won't tell anyone," Edwin said.
"A hundred bucks?! No, if I pay that much, I get to keep the poem," he yelled in a whisper.
"Okay, that's a little harsh. How about fifty bucks, we still get to keep the poem, and we won't tell anyone," Edwin said. He was feeling a bit negotiable. Derek sighed and defeat, pulled out fifty dollars from his wallet and shoved it at Edwin, taking off before they could say anything else to him.
Edwin turned and smiled at her.
"I love loopholes, don't you?" He said. She nodded her head in agreement.
"Very much so."
"So, if we can't tell anyone about it, we can still show people, correct?" He asked her, wiggling his eyebrows. Her smile grew more.
"Of course."
Edwin stuck his head out of the games' closet door just in time to see Casey enter her bedroom. He gestured for Lizzie to follow him and they snuck off to Casey's bedroom door. Edwin swiftly opened it, stepped inside, followed by Lizzie, and shut the door behind them.
Casey whipped her head in their direction in confusion as she sat on the end her bed.
"What?" She asked, giving them a questioning gaze.
"Oh, nothing. I just have something I'm sure you'd like to see," he said, holding his hand out to Lizzie, asking for the poem. She reached into her back pocket and pulled it out, handing it to Edwin. Casey's eyes widened in recognition.
"Is that?" She asked, pointing to the poem. They smiled and nodded.
"I'm going to be nice and just let you have, alright? But, if Derek asks where you got it? Tell him you found it on the floor or something, okay?" Edwin said in a hurry, handing over the paper and heading to the door. Casey stared at them in confusion and simply nodded her head. They left and she looked down at the poem, a smile breaking out over her face.
She unfolded the paper and read over the title again. She continued on down the paper and when she was done reading the poem, it dropped out of her hands and onto the floor. She sat in shock, staring at the air in front of her.
"Oh, my God," she whispered. She came back to her senses, scrambling to the floor, picking up the paper and shoving it in her back pocket. She raced out of her bedroom, down the stairs, yelled, "I'm going to Emily's" and ran out the door.
Lizzie and Edwin exchanged glances after watching Casey bolt out of the door.
"You think she knows?" Lizzie asked.
"Oh, yeah, she knows," Edwin said with a chesire grin.
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Wow, Casey finally found the poem! Now, what will she think of it? Please review! I'm shooting for 8 reviews for the next update! Thank you.