Sorry for the long wait! Not really sure about this chapter but I hope you guys like it :)
Disclaimer: LWD belongs to Daphne Ballon, my name isn't Daphne so it isn't mine
Casey came screeching out of her room just as Nora rounded the stairs to ask what was going on and Marti disappeared into her room (or possibly thin air), leaving Derek to face it all by himself.
He shot a glance at his own bedroom, but Nora was already staring at the wreckage of the bathroom door. She wouldn't hesitate to chase him.
"Derek? What? How? Why?" She asked, seemingly unable to settle on which she wanted to ask more.
Derek looked helplessly at Casey, but soon realised she was too caught up in the final phase of Marti's prank to come to his aid. "She got stuck in the bathroom."
"So you decided to break the door down?" Nora still looked horrified.
"Mom! Someone's been in my room and completely trashed my clothes!" Casey interrupted, temporarily drawing her mother's attention.
"We'll deal with this later!" She informed Derek before going to help her eldest.
He trailed behind, smirking at the mess Marti had made. There were clothes everywhere... And the extremely strong scent of the perfume Nora gave Marti for dressing up. Everything was saturated with it. It'd come out after a couple of washes, but there was no way Casey was wearing any of it to go to the mall. "I guess Marti must have spilt her perfume." He shrugged at the twin glares mother and daughter directed at him. "What? I told you not to give her any of that girly crap, not my fault you didn't listen."
"Derek, language." Nora admonished absently while searching through her daughter's clothes for something at least near wearable. "Casey, I'm sorry. Isn't there anything in the laundry that you could wear?"
"No, I brought all my clothes up this morning, everything else is dirty." Casey was nearly in tears. That really shouldn't make Derek feel smug considering how he felt about her, but maybe he had a little inner sadist. Or maybe he just really didn't want her seeing Truman. Either worked.
"Can't you wear something of Nora's?" Derek suggested helpfully, knowing full well that the fact of him being the one to suggest it would be enough to stop Casey from doing it.
Casey pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "I have a better idea. Why don't I just take some of yours? Seeing as you want to be helpful it seems only right."
Derek held back a smug grin. Oh yeah, he was the kind of manipulation. All you emotional black mailing biatches could kneel down and kiss his superior ass. "What? No! I don't share clothes with girls! What if you get your stupid flowery body spray on them?" He protested, reeling her in the rest of the way. Lets see how Truman liked Derek's clothes on his girlfriend.
Casey's eyes glinted. "I'm sure it'll wash out." She left the room to steal some of his clothes.
"Nora!" He appealed for the hell of it.
"No, Derek. I wouldn't be surprised if you were behind this. It's the perfect opportunity to wreck Casey's date." She sighed angrily and gave him a 'you're in so much trouble young man' glare. "I thought we talked about this? No interfering with her relationships. If she decides to be with you, it has to come from her."
Derek nodded shamefully, inwardly arguing that he hadn't really wrecked anything by slightly sabotaging one date, so he hadn't really broken his promise.
She lowered her hand from her hips and pointed out towards the hall. "Now, how about you tell me about the bathroom door?"
A lot of throwing of clothes and objects later, Casey appeared in the living room dressed completely in Derek's clothes (apart from underwear) with a girly belt synched around her middle to make her look less of a tomboy and her hair and make-up done impeccably.
Even Derek had to admit they looked better on her than on him. Not that he did out loud.
Emily gave her a once over, stated her approval and ushered her towards the front door. Truman had already been waiting half an hour.
Derek shot a quick glance at Lizzie who had been called to give her opinion on Casey's improvised outfit, and at her small nod of confirmation he stepped forward to block their way. "Wait, I was thinking, a double date would be cool." It really wouldn't be; the thought of being in the same cinema as Casey and Truman while they made out was enough to make him feel quite literally sick; but he wanted to be there to see Truman's face, and also because since the idea of them being in a dark room together occurred to him, he'd wanted to be there to keep an eye on them. "Mind if I come with?"
"Yes. We do mind. Now if you'd just move out of the way of the door." Casey made to push passed him.
Emily took in Derek's expression. "Actually, it would be kind of nice not to have to be the third wheel." She sent an innocent look back at Casey's glare. "Sorry Casey, but if Derek wants to come too then he can keep me company."
Derek smiled. "Sweet. Let me just grab my coat." He reached back behind Casey and shrugged on his trademark jacket.
The three left with a few parting yells of goodbye and piled into the Prince.
"You weren't grounded for the door then?" Casey asked after a few moments of tense silence.
"Nope. Told Nora what happened. She threatened to make me enrol in a DIY course, but apart from that it's all good." He smiled lazily. Nora hadn't even suspected that he might have jammed it in the first place.
Emily, who had somehow found herself in the back seat even though she was supposedly Derek's date, sat forward between the seats. "So what movie are we seeing?"
"Truman and I thought we could watch The Proposal." Casey replied.
"No." Derek instantly decided.
"You don't get to say no. This was originally for me, Truman and Emily and we already decided on a romantic comedy." Casey jutted her chin up defiantly.
"Fine. But if we're watching a girly film then I at least get to decide which one." Derek huffed. He was regretting his decision to come already.
Casey considered a moment before deciding there wasn't much room for him to do wrong with a rom-com. She gave a brief nod. "Fine."
Emily coughed to cover a small snort at the fact that apparently it was Casey and Derek's choice alone. Figured.
The rest of the short drive was silent, and Casey hopped out of the car almost before it had pulled to a complete stop, Emily following her quickly after and Derek only sticking around to check in his wallet for money. Luckily he had enough for two tickets, though he probably should have checked before tagging along.
They trekked from the parking lot to the cinema with Casey striding ahead, already on the lookout for Truman. Spotting him, she rushed forward and hugged him. "Sorry we're late, I got stuck in the bathroom."
Derek sniggered.
Casey turned to glare at him, a blush tinting her cheeks as she realised how that could have sounded. "The door jammed."
Truman gave her a look over, quizzically taking in her unusual outfit. "You starting a new trend?"
"Oh, they're Derek's. Marti destroyed all of my clothes." Casey explained, completely missing the alarmed look on her boyfriend's face as she said she was wearing her step-brother's clothes.
"She destroy your Mom's and Emily's clothes too?" Truman pointed out the obvious flaw in her reasoning.
Derek smirked. "Nah, she just insisted on wearing mine." Now Truman had joined Casey in glaring. Score.
"At least this time I still smell like me." Casey muttered.
"You, ah, wear his clothes often?" Truman's alarmed tone finally broke through Casey's sulking.
"What? No!" She denied, a little to quickly.
Suspicion rose in Truman's eyes.
Derek couldn't resist adding a little something more. "At least your girly smell is gone from my hockey gear now." In truth it had literally been years since she'd washed it and got her girly fabric softener all over it, so of course the smell was gone, but Derek knew it had been worth bringing up when Truman's jaw clenched, his gaze refusing to meet Casey's.
Truman started towards the ticket desk. "Come on, let's pick a movie before everything starts." He didn't wait for any of them and Casey sped after him after throwing a death glare at Derek.
Derek scanned the movie billboards and titles, looking for a rom-com that looked even vaguely watchable. Emily stood by him and did the same. He turned to her. "Thanks for this."
She smiled and shrugged. "Like I wanted to be alone in a dark cinema with them anyway."
"How do you think they're planning on paying for tickets when we don't even know what we're watching yet?" He asked, observing as Casey and Truman talked about something, presumably the fact that they were no longer seeing the film they'd previously agreed on because the guy who's clothes she was wearing said so. The smirk returned to his lips in strength, having not truly faded since the suspicious look in Truman's eye had returned.
Emily shrugged and turned back to the movie titles. "So, what are you gonna pick?"
He gave another quick scan of the posters, eyes falling to rest on a picture of a hot blond chick and a guy with a heart over his dick. He shrugged and pointed. "That one?"
"Ooh, I've heard that one's really good, but Casey wouldn't go and see it 'cause it messes with her 'true love' ideals." Emily rolled her eyes fondly. "I told her not to take the trailer too seriously, but no dice. Guess she's going to see it now, though."
Derek nodded. Perfect; a rom-com that Casey would hate just as he would. He jogged over to the happy couple. "Hey, Case, me and Emily picked a movie." He pointed to the poster again.
"Emily and I." She murmured under her breath before turning to follow his finger. She pouted. No way did he know to pick the only romantic comedy showing that she didn't want to see.
He smirked back at her, eyes glinting in challenge.
She glanced at Truman, who just looked impatient to get the damn tickets and go make out in the dark. She sighed. "Fine." Casey turned back to the woman at the desk. "Four for The Ugly Truth, please."
The woman smiled and collected the cash from Derek and Truman, handing them back their tickets and saying 'thank you' in a sugary, not all there tone.
Derek and Emily grinned at each other at the scowl they received from Truman when they sat themselves in the seats right next to them. Truman was obviously planning a little privacy for his evening. Too bad.
The commercials and trailers were already nearly over, their lateness and uncertainty over films having landed them nearly fifteen minutes into when the movie should have started. It's a fact of life that any time you go to the movies, you can almost guarantee a twenty minute wait until the feature starts. A good part of any TV lover's life is spent watching pointless shit about stuff they're never going to need, or stuff they won't buy/see on principle because they have such annoying adverts. At least that's how it seemed to Derek.
He zoned out as the opening scenes showed, paying attention instead to Truman's arm slowly pulling Casey further in and his face nuzzling in her hair. He gave a twisted grin that no one could see when Casey pulled away, whispering that she was trying to watch the movie.
He turned his attention back to the screen just as the blonde chick turned on her bedroom TV and started watching the dick/heart guy from the poster talking about women's relationship help books and how stupid they are. He gave a snort of laughter at a joke about a treadmill and tried to keep his attention on the screen and off his step-sister and her horny boyfriend. He was successful at least a quarter of the time.
