Forget Us Not Chapter 4, a life with derek fanfic

Forget Us Not

Forget Us Not

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The song is Into the Night, Carlos Santana ft. Chad Kroeger.

A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers and readers!! I was so anxious to get this new chapter up, so I hope it's good enough!! Also, I'm a bit obsessed with listening to Carlos Santana, so I was listening to almost all the music he's ever done while writing this. I'm a weird twelve year-old. I'm okay with that, though :P

Part IV: Theoretic Girlfriend

Like a gift from the heavens
It was easy to tell
It was love from above that could save me from hell
She had fire in her soul
It was easy to see
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands and we sang

"So let me get this straight, you hung up on me because there was a girl on your lap?" Sam asked. I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time then nodded.

"Yes, Sam. Now get over it. I'm sure you'd do the same if there was a gorgeous girl straddling you waving a notepad around with a very appealing innuendo written in it." I said. Sam still looked dejected. He had since I told him why I hung up. He shook his head to clear his thoughts then looked at me.

"You're lucky, man. You didn't want to find someone you'd actually like, whereas I was kind of hoping I would, and look what happened. From what I've seen, Casey seems like a cool person. And she must be special if she's already got you whipped." He cracked the whip as he walked out of the room. I was still thinking about what he'd said. She is special. It seems like everyone can fall for her. In one way or another.

I may be able to con my way out of things…often and with ease. But that's just something I learned how to do. Casey…is just that person who you can't get angry with, for fear that she'll turn it against you; sometimes she doesn't even know she does it. She just…makes everyone within reach infatuated with her.

And that's when she isn't trying.

Yesterday was…wrath. Pure and whole wrath. She's got the world wrapped around her pinkie finger. That goes ten times over for me. Sam's right, this girl had me whipped.

And she had no idea.

A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a
And the voices rang like the angles sang, singing
A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a
And we danced on into the night

And we danced on into the night

By the time I reached the condo, Casey was already on the steps, waiting. Her eyes were shifting across the sidewalk, and when her eyes caught sight of me, she grinned. She gave a small wave to Thomas before running over to me gleefully. I grinned back at her.

"See, now, why'd you have to go and do that? Now Thomas probably thinks I'm one of those guys who honks instead of knocking on the door." In theory, my mind added. Up until now, I'd been theoretically knocking, not honking. Casey gave me a look.

"You slipped into Derekville again." She said in amusement. I sighed.

"I was thinking about my theoretical knocking. Until you went and made it look like I was a theoretical honker." She looked at me as though I were insane. "Don't give me that look." I playfully scolded her. "I'm sane…to a certain extent." She giggled quietly.

"So, how are you a theoretical knocker?" She asked mockingly. I stuck my tongue out at her childishly.

"Don't mock me. It's a good theory! I'm a natural 'knocker' because I wait for you by the condo, instead of making you meet me somewhere. Or calling you down the street when you see me." I explained, she nodded. "So, is my theory accurate?" I asked. She looked as though contemplating it for a moment before shrugging.

"It's…simple." She said. I cocked an eyebrow and she exhaled deeply. "Well…I mean, if you were a knocker, wouldn't you have to make your way up to the condo then actually knock?" She asked. I furrowed my brows.

"Okay…let's say, hypothetically, that I wasn't a knocker, what would I be?" I asked. She shrugged.

"Some sort of…Hocker…or Knonker." As the words left her mouth, chuckles joined them. They were interesting words. She laughed aloud. "Yeah, I like the sound of that: Derek the Knonker." She paused for a moment before laughing again. "DK…you're Donkey Kong!" She cried out cheerfully. I grinned.

"Knonker? I…don't like the sound of that." She smiled and shrugged, as if to say 'I don't care'. "And I resent the Donkey Kong comment! I am nothing like a gorilla. Or a donkey. Wait, if he's a gorilla or an ape or whatever primate he is, why is he called Donkey Kong?" I asked. She shrugged.

"I don't know, they thought they were funny? I don't play videogames, Derek." Casey said as she smiled. I nudged her.

"Don't disrespect videogames. I happen to be the master of videogames." I said as I smirked. She raised an eyebrow.

"Do your 'dates' know about that?" She asked, using air-quotes. I smirked, smart girl, this one. "I'll take that as a silent 'pssh!'" She grinned at me before I felt her hand slip into mine and her fingers get tangled up in mine. "So…" I could feel another one of her questions coming on, "where are we going tonight?" She asked. I sighed.

"We're going to end up at the bench, why does it matter?" I asked exasperatedly. She pouted cutely; she's too adorable for her own good.

"It…doesn't. I'm just a curious person. Is that a crime?" She asked. I grinned.

"I'll have to consult a lawyer. Maybe suggest a bill to the government." She rolled her eyes at my sarcasm.

"Would you just tell me, for once?" She asked.

"Curiosity killed the Casey." I said in a sing-song tone. She smiled. Well, all that wonderful sarcasm and talk-singing all went down the tubes. Because she smiled. Actually, I was a lost cause when she pouted; she's got that power, you know? "I didn't tell you last time, and look at how that ended up. Thomas threw a rock at my head because of PDA." Casey giggled adorably at that.

"Wait, I thought on our last date we got caught by Lily-Anne. Twice." She stated as she grinned. I reddened uncharacteristically as the memory.

"What happened after I left?" I asked curiously. There's no way it could've been pretty; then again, she was out with me tonight, was she not? She grinned broadly.

Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place
You could tell how we felt from the look on our faces
We was spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes
No room left to move in between you and I
We forgot where we were and we lost track of time
And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night

Casey watched Lily-Anne for any sign of the wrath she was almost positive would come at her—full force. Lily-Anne simply stood there for a moment before laughing. She literally combusted into laugher; she fell onto the sofa. Casey stared at her with wide—and afraid—eyes.

"Um…Lily-Anne?" She asked, slightly unsure of what to do. Was Lily-Anne having a nervous breakdown? "Are you planning on yelling at me soon?" She asked bluntly. No need to beat around the bush. Lily-Anne dropped her laughter in milliseconds and stared back at Casey.

"Yell at you? Casey, darling, I'm laughing because it was funny not maddening. I'm not going to scold you on proper behaviour in the home; you were being…young and immature and irresponsible—"

"Sorry." Casey apologized immediately. Lily-Anne shook her head.

"Don't apologize. You were simply being a teenager; he seems…respectable from what I…well, let's face it—from what I didn't see." Casey could help but smile along with Lily-Anne. "I won't mention it to Dennis if you don't." She offered. Casey nodded without hesitance.

"No objections to that." She agreed instantaneously. "I didn't give you nearly enough credit before. Sorry I underestimated you. I thought you'd just be hounding on my every move and…sort of enforce your rules and morals and…whatever…on me." Casey had been wringing her hands—she had no clue when this began, but it had. It was a sure sign she was nervous or embarrassed.

At this point; she was betting on both.

Lily-Anne smiled sweetly at Casey before taking a strand of Casey's hair and softly stroking it and twirling it tenderly. A shocking motion of compassion that Casey was both surprised and bewildered at; the action had instantaneously reminded her of late nights, sitting on the edge of her mother's bed. Sometimes, it would be she who would do the crying, whether it had been school, friends, boys, her father, the things she remembered about life with her father there…and worse, what she couldn't remember.

What had hit most closely to home were not the memories of her tears, though, it was her mother's. The first year without Dennis had been difficult, to say the least. Supporting two growing girls on her own had certainly taken its toll on Nora.

Late into the night, or early in the morning, when Nora would fall asleep alas, Casey would tip-toe into her room, sit on the edge of the small bed, hum softly the lullaby Nora would sing to Lizzie and she…and Casey would take a strand of Nora's hair, gently stroking and twirling it in her fingers.

"My fear wasn't of you being reckless and stupid; it was that you wouldn't approve of me. That you wouldn't like me, as childish as that seems. "I'm not trying to replace your mother, by all means that it the last thing I'm trying to do, I just want to be another person in your life that you can go to." She explained softly. Casey's eyes were pouring into the emerald forests of Lily-Anne's eyes; she broke of her gaze and engulfed her soon-to-be stepmother in a hug.

"Thank you." She whispered. Lily-Anne laughed quietly.

"For what?" She asked. Casey gave a tiny shrug.

"I don't know yet." She admitted.

A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a
And the voices rang like the angles sang, singing
A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a
And we danced on into the night

And we danced on into the night

"Now where are we going?" Casey asked eagerly. I laughed at her big eyes and bigger grin.

"Central Park." I answered she rolled her eyes.

"As always. I'm serious, tell me." She insisted. I grinned down at her as she pouted. "Please?" Her voice was small. "Please?" She asked again. I shook my head. "C'mon Derek!" She cried out. I laughed. "Why are you laughing?!" She asked exasperatedly.

"Because I already told you!" I said back at her. She furrowed her brows.

"No you didn't; you just said we were going to Central Park. We always go to Central Park." She said; I grinned again. "Wait. Our date is at Central Park?" She asked, seeming genuinely curious. I nodded largely.

Good. Lord.

As soon as you think she can't possibly get any cuter; it's like: Poof! Here she is! Blushing furiously, a tiny indignant smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she mouths out a quick 'oh'. I can't possibly be awake.

Or alive.

"Reality to Derekville?" Her hand was waving in front of my face, just in time to stop me from walking into a post. "And I'm dangerous." She mumbled. Despite my recent almost-accident, I looked down and smirked.

"You are. Derekville didn't exist until I met you." She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her lips were twitching upwards. "Because of you, I'm now mayor to the city that revolves around you." I murmured. She seemed to be surprised be this.

"You—"

"We're here." I said abruptly, stopping her obvious question about my declaration of thoughts. She tore her eyes from my face to look at the three guys on a platform. A small crowd had formed around them as they moved onto their next song. Two of them had guitars while one was placed behind a drum set. One of the guitar players was positioned by a microphone.

Casey grinned as they began to play. The lead singer was pulling girls from the crowd to dance in the circle that had been formed around the band. Casey was tugged from my grasp and began to dance with three others. I shuffled to the front of the crowd as more people began to arrive. I smirked as Casey winked at me.

It seemed that everyone was looking at only her. Though, she was completely oblivious to this, because for some obscure reason, she was looking at solely me. Her gaze never faltered under mine, her eyes never left me. Even when I would glance at the appreciative looks she was gathering, I could see out of my peripheral vision that her eyes were still fixed on me.

The bass from the drums suddenly caught the beating of my heart. Casey was still grinning. She twirled elegantly—it was bewildering to me to see her as such a graceful dancer, yet seeing her fall over her own feet while doing something as simple as walking—toward the crowd before standing beside me and continuing to dance. The appreciative looks intensified, as they also turned into envious glances in my direction.

I couldn't blame them.

Casey spun again as she mouthed out the words to the chorus. 'A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a'. I swallowed hard as she blew a kiss in my direction and winked again. Again, the jealous eyes were in my direction.

Clap, clap, clap, clap-clap, clap.

The four girls gathered in a circle and clapped their hands and stepped to the rhythm.

"I didn't know you could dance like that." Casey shrugged and swung our joint hands back and forth as she grinned. She spun in front of me and faced me before connection our other hands and continuing to walk backwards.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Venturi." She said in a slightly husky voice. She winked at me, then turned to walk forward. I shook my head and caught up with her. Her hand squeezed mine for a split second before she jumped onto my back. I staggered a bit before I caught my balance.

She was laughing the whole time. The ring of her infectious laughter rung in my ears long after she had sobered. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I hoisted her up to keep her from falling. "You're insane." I chuckled as I said it. She kissed the spot just beside my ear before giggling.

"I know." I said joyously. "That was really fun." I nodded in agreement.

"But I could have done without all the guys staring at you." She giggled again.

"You're acting like a protective boyfriend." She was highly amused at the thought.

"Not strange behaviour if I act that way towards my girlfriend, is it?" I asked knowingly.

"I'm your girlfriend, am I?" She asked, feigning curiosity.

"How about another theory?" I asked. I felt her nod as she laid her chin on my shoulder. "In theory, when a girl…well, does what you did yesterday, it would usually imply that, would it not?" I asked; I felt her nod again.

"So…I'm your theoretical girlfriend?" She asked, the chuckles escaping into her words. "Doesn't sound very promising." She teased.

"Well, you're just being difficult. A Theoretical Girlfriend isn't promising, yet a Theoretical Knonker is?" I asked. She made a noise of contemplation.

"Good point. So, let's put these flawless theories to rest; no more theories. You a Knonker and I'm your girlfriend. End of discussion…and theories." She said I nodded.

"Now that sounds promising." She hopped off my back and I smiled at her.

A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a
And the voices rang like the angels sang, singing
A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a

A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a

And we danced on into the night

A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a
And the voices rang like the angels sang, singing
A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a

A-yo-a-yo-a-yo-a

"I hate this part." Casey whispered. I looked at her in surprise.

"What?" I asked. She sighed and glared at the revolving doors. I laughed at her. She snapped her gaze back to me and grinned sheepishly. "You really dread the end of the date so much? We see each other everyday." I pointed out. She blushed.

"I know…but…" I rolled my eyes.

"You know, I have one more theory." I said. She looked up at me in interest. "Theoretically, you should kiss me right now." I said. She smiled and put a hand at the back of my neck before pulling me in to kiss her. Once we broke apart she smiled again.

"That made it a little bit better." She admitted quietly as she bit her lip.

She's driving me insane.

"Just a little bit?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. She smiled as she continued to bite her lip.

"How about a little bit more?" She asked. I smirked.

"Anything to help." I whispered before I pulled her against me completely. She sighed against my lips and pulled away. She smiled at me.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She said softly as she ran her palm along my cheek. "Thank you for your help." She said in the same husky tone from earlier before she disappeared through the revolving doors.

"I'm still watching you, Boy." Thomas' voice startled me. I turned to see him looking at me through narrowed eyes.

"Well, it looks like you won't need to be watching for much longer." I said, my usual cocky manner showing through.

"Precisely, because the news will be getting to Mr. McDonald shortly. He's flying in next week." Thomas said. I shrugged before waving and walking away. Once my back was to him, I allowed my eyes to get wide as I swallowed hard.

Yikes. Dennis would be back in New York. Next week.

And we danced on into the night

A/N: I'm not to happy with it, but let me now how I can improve on it, please!!