My Feedback Monkeys! I took advantage of the fact my computer was cooperating with me for a moment, and finished this chapter! Yay! Hope you like it! Oh, and ::shocker:: I actually have a vague idea of what I'm doing with this story now! And I also thought of another story idea I must work on now. Seriously, I have good things in store for you, my loves!
Enjoy!
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She had been listening to him drone, and the listening quickly became watching. And her watching eyes went from his messy hair, to his sparkling eyes, and settled on his lips. And she didn't even think when he had asked why she was looking at him strangely, for in all truth, she had completely stopped listening, and was only seeing. And one thing about Casey, when she saw something she wanted, she went for it. And with her mind momentarily without its constant buzzing, the one thing she wanted was to remove the distance between his lips and her own.
So she did.
And, quite frankly, they both seemed to be enjoying it immensely.
Taken aback at first, he had done nothing, but he quickly recovered from his surprised, and an arm snaked around her waist, as she instinctively wrapped hers around his neck. Using his arm, he slightly lifted her from the floor, with her fighting to keep their lips connected throughout, he spun her around so he could push her against the door, both closing it and giving her a placed to lean as he pressed into her. She sighed against his lips, letting herself melt into him.
And then her mind began buzzing again.
Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped, quickly pushing her palms against Derek's chest to push him away. As surprised as he was when she first started kissing him, Derek stumbled backwards. He looked at her, confused.
They stared at each other for a moment, breathing heavily.
"What was that?" Derek asked, absentmindedly lifting his fingers to his lips.
"A mistake." Casey said desperately before turning around and opening the door, running out.
"Of course it was." Derek rolled his eyes.
Casey quickly went into her room, and once she was there, she didn't quite know what to do. For the moment her mind had been absent of thinking, all her thoughts had come back, full force, and they had jumbled into each other, creating one huge mess. She couldn't sort through it. Especially since her lips felt icy cold and burning hot at the same time. Was that possible? Apparently.
"Oh my, God. What is wrong with me?" Casey murmured to herself. She had no answer to her question.
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Dear Diary,
I've gone crazy. That is the only explanation; I have completely lost my mind. You want to know why I've come to this awful conclusion?
DO YOU?
I kissed Derek.
I feel faint.
HRH
Casey
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When there was a knock on her door, Casey immediately sat bolt upright from where she had been laying on her bed. And her heart started to beat quickly. And she felt like she was going to pass out again, a notion she had just been able to soothe herself away from. Why? Because she knew that whoever was knocking on her door could only be one person. Everyone hadn't gotten home yet. And she really didn't want to deal with him. Or look at him.
I mean, she had gone insane. What if he started talking again, and she got tired of it again, and she kissed him again? It would be completely unacceptable, and she refused to allow any possibility of it happening.
The knocking persisted.
Or what if -God forbid- he kissed her? How would she deal with that? It was completely implausible, but hey, when she had kissed him, he had kissed her back, right? Kissed her back. And quite encouragingly at that. So maybe he had wanted to be kissing her. But why? She hadn't wanted to kiss him. She really hadn't.
Seriously. It was a break of the mind. A mistake. An accident. Completely by accident. In no way had she actually wanted to kiss him.
The knocking became louder.
If she had had any control over herself at the time, the incident wouldn't have happened at all. No way. She would never have kissed him. But she had lost her mind for a moment. That was what was to blame. It really was. It really-
Derek, tired of knocking, tried the doorknob. And it worked.
"Dammit." Casey said under her breath. She hadn't locked the door.
So no matter her ignoring his knocks, he was standing in front of her anyway.
"Nice of you to invite me in." Derek said.
Casey tried to ignore him. It was slightly difficult.
"Are you going to speak?" Derek asked.
Casey looked at the ceiling.
"Case." Derek said, reaching out and touching her arm.
Casey reacted by pulling away too quickly and toppling over the side of her bed.
"Jeez, Case. One kiss and you're freaking out." Derek joked. Casey didn't laugh. Instead she turned an incredible shade of pink.
"That...I...it... " Casey stammered.
"Why are you taking it so seriously?" Derek asked.
Casey's jaw dropped. "Why aren't you taking it seriously?"
"It was just a kiss." Derek shrugged. "That you started, by the way."
It was just a kiss. The words sounded like something someone would say, to make it no big deal, only to have the situation a humongous deal later on.
"So what if I started it. I just got tired of you talking." Casey said, partially truthful.
"So you stopped me with your lips?" Derek shook his head. "Kind of strange, even for a weirdo like you."
Casey blushed harder.
"Can we just not talk about this?" Casey asked.
"Hmm... no." Derek shook his head.
"Why do you want to talk about it?" Casey groaned.
"Maybe I just want to get you talking so I can stop you with your very own method." Derek waggled his eyebrows.
Casey threw a pillow at his head.
"That is not funny. This isn't a joke. Just go." Casey said, suddenly mortified.
How can he be talking about this with such ease? How can we be talking about this at all? Casey asked herself. She definitely didn't want to talk about it. It was making her extremely uncomfortable.
"Ease up." Derek said.
"This is about the most awkward situation ever, which you are making worse by not acting normally." Casey murmured.
"What's acting normally in this kind of situation?" Derek wanted to know.
"Embarrassed!" Casey cried. "Embarrassed is the normal way of acting. Awkward. Strange. Quiet. Not laughing."
"Well, why? That would be the normal reaction. I don't like following a storybook reaction. It's stupid." Derek shrugged.
"God, you are so difficult." Casey said.
"Wanna kiss again?" Derek asked.
"Der-ek!" Casey cried, even more mortified. She threw another pillow at his head, but he caught it.
"What? Am I not supposed to ask. I suppose not. You sure didn't. Not that I minded." Derek smirked.
Was it wrong that he was finding amusement in Casey turning brighter and brighter shades of red every time he spoke?
"Can you go now?" Casey pleaded.
"Nope." Derek shook his head, stepping toward her.
Noting the single step, Casey voice got higher. "Please?"
"Begging now? I actually like that." Derek smirked.
"Der-ek!" Casey cried.
"You're the only one who says my name like that." Derek noted, taking another step toward her.
"So?" Casey asked.
"So," Derek leaned down, so that he was eye level with Casey, "It's somewhat endearing."
And they were kissing again. Which probably isn't surprising.
But what might be, is that Casey beat him to the punch. Again!
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I didn't really plan on ending another chapter with a kiss, but that's just how it turned out.
Hint for this stories future: Smooth sailing ::la la la la la:: CRASH::uh oh::
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-Tarryn
