Okay!! Yay! 11 reviews! Thanks to everyone! I know many of you reviewed more than once, but oh well, I still like the reviews. Thank you so much. And I think Derek is a bit OOC. I don't know! It's my first fan fiction. And I'm trying to get through it! I'm trying to update as much as I can, as fast as I can, so I don't have to keep all of you loyal readers waiting. And again, thank you so much for the support. And I'm soooo sorry that this chapter is late. I've been so busy. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek. Darn. I do own the plot. Yay!
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I woke up and saw through my window curtains the black pool of night sky filled with tiny, twinkling dots that we so cleverly call stars. I squinted at my clock and saw it was 11:37. God, I slept for nearly 10 hours. Maybe Mom was right, maybe I was sick. I sat up and rubbed my eyes to clear it from the sleep that gathered during my restful slumber.
I stood up and went over by my window and pulled back the curtains. The night was so beautiful. I have always adored the night. Envied it, really. Wishing I could float endlessly up above everything else. So soundlessly and peaceful and beautiful.
I stared at the full moon. Wow, what a coincidence. I woke up one night and there was a full moon. Interesting, no?
I eased out of my bedroom silently and quietly stalked down the stairs, to the kitchen, and out the back door. I soon as I walked out I remembered how cold it was and that I was just wearing my silk pajamas. I should have brought my coat, it was freezing that night.
I sat down on the cold ground, my legs criss-crossed, and stared up at the sky. I could feel goosebumps crawling all over my skin from the icy chill of night. Thoughts of Derek, me, and Derek and me entered my mind. Derek, himself, with his messy hair and goofy smirk, entered my mind and left, being replaced by Derek and me. Together.
Oh, god, what in the world would George and Mom, and everyone else for that matter, think? Derek and I. Together. I mean, they should just be happy for us and support us, but who knows what they'll think? Seriously.
And what if this thing with Derek is just, just a fling?! No! Impossible! That can't be true. And it will never be true. I'll make sure of it. Ugg, I think I'm mental or something. Just throw me in the sanitarium now and get it over with, please.
I moaned and laid down on the grass, staring up at the cloudless night. The cloudless night that I hated and loved at the same time. I hated it because it made me think so much more than I already do. And I love it for it's impeccable beauty.
And as I laid there, I breathed deeply and thought more of Derek. Derek and I. It seemed so strange, so odd, so wrong, so, so, so absolutely wonderful. The captain of the hockey team and the grade-grubbing kultz of the school. Seems like a perfect match, huh? Like a strange fairytale. He's the beautiful, wanted prince and I'm the so unwanted nobody.
I wouldn't be surprised if I just found a book or maybe even a movie that was about a guy who was the captain of the hockey team and a girl who was the klutz of the school and they both ended falling in love.
And they just happen to be step-siblings. It's an everyday, normal thing, right? Yeah, I suck at trying to convice myself. It reminds me of the time I convinced myself that I could count all the stars in the sky. What? I was a little kid! So sue me for being a little stupid.
I started to laugh at my own childhood stupidity. I felt like I really needed to be put into a psycho ward right then. I mean I was laughing my head off in the dead of night and if someone else saw me, they would have thought I was insane.
"So, you've finally lost your sanity, huh?" A familiar voice asked me then chuckled slightly.
I sat up quickly at the voice and turned to see Derek a couple feet behind me. I sighed in relief to see Derek and not some crazy psycho killer, even though I knew who it was to begin with.
"I guess," I replied, shrugged, and turned back around and looked up at the sky. Next thing I knew, Derek plopped his butt right down beside me. Who gave him permission to sit there? Nah, I'm kidding. He can sit where ever he likes to.
"Well, is that a good thing or a bad thing? You losing your sanity?" Derek turned and smirked at me. That idiot. That idiot I just so happen to love.
"I'm starting to think it's a good thing. Then, I just won't have to worry about much of anything after I lose it." I laughed and pulled some grass out of the ground. I started messing with the blade of grass and then randomly tucked it into my pocket.
Derek watched me, scrutinizing my every move. "What's with the blade of grass?" He chuckled then pointed to my pocket where I just safely secured the grass.
I shrugged. "I don't know." I still stared at the ground. I knew very well why I wanted that blade of grass. I just didn't want to tell him my oh-so-crazy reason of sticking a blade of grass into my pocket.
Derek eyed me suspiciously, "Okay, whatever you say."
I was a bad liar but maybe I was getting better.
Derek was still looking at me. He reach of and with his hand, he gently pulled my face to look at his. He had a small smile on his lips and he looked absolutely precious in the moonlight.
Derek's lips gently curved around mine as my eyelids drifted closed and my heartbeat went out of control. I tangled my fingers into his hair and pushed my body against his, causing us to fall on the ground.
The kiss soon became rough and my lips became swollen. Soon enough, we needed air. Darn us for the need of oxygen. We sadly pulled apart, both of us panting from the lack of oxygen.
A cool wind blew in and caused me to shiver. Derek flipped us over so he could warm me. He started kissing my lips repeatedly. He stopped to lean down next to my ear.
His hot breath warmed my cold ear, "You are so beautiful," He whispered in a sweet voice.
He trailed hot kisses down my neck and back up to lips, not giving me a chance to reply. My heartbeat was completely out of control and it felt like my heart would just coming thump, thump, thumping out of my chest anytime now.
I tried to catch my breath every now and then, between his kissing and my heart trying to thump out of my chest. I could feel the dizziness. It blurred my vision, either I really need air or I really need to get my heart checked to make sure it still is beating properly.
"Derek," I managed to say, but it came out as, "Mammmk." Wow.
He pulled away, which I really didn't like, and looked down at me. He was panting just as hard as I was. "Yeah?" He managed to say.
"I really need some air. I'm starting to get dizzy." I mumbled and then realized that I was sleepy, too. My eyelids started to droop slowly. Unconciousness sounded so nice, but I wanted to stay with Derek, too. Darn my need for sleep.
I woke up to light pouring in from my bedroom window. I figured Derek must have took me upstairs last night after I rudely passed out on the back lawn. I sat up and looked at clock with read 11:37. While ignoring the coincidence of waking up at the same time I did as I did before, I marched over to my closet and pulled out some clothes to wear.
After pulling on my clothes, I trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was greeted by the handsome devil that carried me off to bed.
"Morning, sleepy head," He smiled, winked, and returned to his cereal.
"Where is everyone?" I should have known that it was a repeat of Saturday, but I was a little slow. I just woke up.
"They went out again. Didn't want to wake us up. Again." He rolled his eyes at the not-present-family's statement.
"Ah, I see." I nodded, trying to sound and look interested, but I sadly failed.
"So, what do you want to do today? Do you want to go to breakfast, again? We could go to the park. Hey, let's go ice skating on that pond that's not too far from here. It's safe, I'm sure." Well, I guess he really wanted to do something, because he just rambled on.
"I like ice skating. I don't know where the pond is at, but sure, let's go." I nodded, headed up stairs, grabbed my ice skates, and ran back down to find Derek all ready to go.
"Let's go," He smiled. I grabbed my jacket off the hook and trudged outside while pulling it on.
We headed down past our backyard and into the forest that I never entered, never thought of entering, and never thought anyone has entered.
I don't know if Derek grabbed my hand out of precaution because of the uneven ground, or because he just really wanted to hold my hand. Either way, I liked it. His hand was warm and a lot larger than mine.
I'm not sure how far we walked, but eventually we came upon what he was talking about. A big, clear, beautiful pond. The ice that covered was thick and looked smooth enough and safe enough to skate on.
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Please review. I'll write what happens at the frozen pond and at afterwards in the next chapter. I'm sorry about this being late, but please review. Thank you!
