Puppy Dog Tails
She was making it really hard to hate her. Derek wanted to. He wanted her to be an unreasonable, evil witch because that would solve all his problems. And there were times when disliking her was easy. Like when she got rid of the couch. That was like demanding his room all over again.
But the thing about her was, she could admit when she made a mistake. And not only that, she'd actually apologized. Derek would never apologize. (Well, maybe to Marti, as long as she promised not to tell.) He figured that Casey would be the same. She was so stubborn, how could she ever admit that she wasn't right? Derek didn't get it.
And because of that, he found himself doing something nice for her. He found himself compromising. What the hell was wrong with him?! First he was feeling actual feelings, and now he was playing nice. Would it be long until he completed his transformation into a girl?
(And wouldn't that be a tragedy for the female population of SJST. No more Derek to ogle and a female Derek to compete against. It'd be a double-loss.)
Maybe it was this influx of estrogen into the household. Never before had the women outnumbered the men in the Venturi house. The balance of power had shifted and while Derek was still the puppet-master, his puppets were getting unruly and were nearly impossible to manipulate.
Whatever it was, he didn't like it. Casey could keep her shiny new furniture. He liked the old couch and all it's memories. After most of the family was in bed, he sat on the couch, remembering all the good times he had on it.
It was odd, though, how many times Casey's face appeared in his memories. Just when did wrestling with her on the couch become one of his favourite memories?
He preferred to leave that question unanswered.
