:D I got much more than the 3 reviews I asked for. Thank you so much! :) Anyway I'm gonna keep asking for at least 3 reviews each chapter and if I get extra reviews, I would become ecstatic and write more haha so review.. And I didn't really plan for Noel to be the bad guy and I like his character in LWD, but come on he's getting in the way of Dasey : Anyway heres the new chapter. (also any suggestions on what I should do for the next chapter?)
Disclaimer: I don't own Life with Derek or its characters.
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"I turned my head, so he kissed my cheek. It was the exact same spot that Derek usually kisses me. It felt absent. There was no tingling that I usually get after Derek's kiss. There was no flip flopping of the heart or any fluttering of butterflies in my stomach. Just an empty kiss. I suddenly heard a chair fall on the ground. I looked back and all I saw what the cafeteria doors closing and a bunch of people looking at them."
I stood up out of my chairs immediately and started to head for the doors but then I felt a hand holding me back. I turned my head, and there I saw Noel holding my arm, giving me a disapproving look. Then a bunch of my thoughts hit my head. Should I go follow Derek? We have grown closer over the few last weeks, but maybe not close enough for one to follow another. Would I seem clingy to him? What would the school think? But then I realized that it didn't matter to me what he or the school thought of me. I just knew that he was pissed off and I, being the person who has a crush on him, wanted to be the one to comfort him.
I jerked my arm out of Noel's grip and ran out the doors. Then instantly I saw Derek by the lockers, listening to music with his big headphones on, with his back to the wall. He still looked a little mad because his jaw was clenched tight, but I guess that his anger was subdued by the rock music blasting at his ears. I walked over to him, the sounds of my foot steps echoing throughout the empty hallway, and sat down next to him. He looked down at me but he still didn't say anything.
"Hey, Derek," I greeted him in a hushed tone of voice.
At first he didn't really say anything, he just kept his jaw clenched and his hands into fists. But after a few minutes, his body relaxed, and he casually replied with a…
"Hey Case"
"Why did you rush out the cafeteria like that?" I asked him.
"I was pissed because the food ran away before I could eat it," he said, laughing to himself, "You know I have an all star appetite."
"Yeah I know, you usually scarf down dinner before I touch my spoon."
"Maybe because you take so long to figure out which one is the spoon and which one is a fork."
"I'm sure you had that problem too, maybe that's why you use a spork at dinnertime? You know, so you can avoid the confusion."
"Hah, yeah, maybe I should get you one for Christmas."
"It would be the first time you've gotten me anything for any occasion."
"Then you should be so happy about your spork then," Derek said, waving his arms up, "I'm thinking about getting it engraved, 'To Space Case, your cutlery problems are now solved.'"
"Wow, I could just die from joy. I'm already so so happy that you even know what a spork is."
"I'm pretty happy that I knew what it means too," he flashed a smile at me.
I could tell this teasing and bickering was starting to relax and comfort him. We were quiet for another minute. It wasn't as awkward as it sounds. We just were there by each other, each giving the other person a sense of comfort. He interrupted the moment when he said, "So I guess I was right about Noel being your kissing bag?"
"Well, not really. he was originally going to kiss me on the lips," I started to say and I could see Derek's hands starting to turn into fists again, "But I didn't really want him to, so I tried to dodge it, and I ended up kissing me here," I pointed to my cheek.
Derek slid down from his standing position so that he was sitting right next to me.
"That's the spot where I usually kiss you," he said to me, examining my cheek as if he was a doctor. I was surprised that he actually acknowledged his daily pecks to my cheek. He usually never talked about it.
"Hah, yeah…"
"Oh my gosh, Casey…" he urgently said to me.
"What?" I asked him with actual worry.
"Your cheek is losing color! What should we do?!"
"What do you mean its losing col-"
Then he interrupted my sentence as he kissed my cheek. I started to blush like crazy. My heart was pounding as loud as a hammer. I expected it to be over in a second, but Derek let his lips linger there on my red skin for about a full minute. Then he slowly pulled his lips away.
"There we go, all better," he said as he patted my cheek as if he was applying a band-aid there, "Its back to its normal redish pinkish color."
I simply gave him a nervous half smile. The spot on my check was tingling like crazy, like how if you move your leg after it fell asleep. My stomach actually hurt because the butterfly population in there quadrupled. I was caught up in the moment that I quickly kissed him on the cheek too, only mine was only about a second long. His cheek started to turn a "redish pinkish color" too.
"There, now your cheek matches mine ," I laughed, patting his cheek the way he patted mine, "And may I say, pink looks very cute on you."
He gave me a half smile too and then he stood up, offering his arm to me. I took his hand, and pulled myself up. I looked back at my lower half to see if there was any dirt on it; the halls could get really dirty. When I looked back at Derek, he was looking amused for some reason. I looked down and I saw that I still had my hand tightly wrapped around his. I blushed and let go, but his hand was still holding onto mine.
"Its ok, Case," he told me with a reassuring smile on his face. I tightened my hold on his hand again. That's when the very very annoying bell decided to ring, and he instantly let go of my hand as the emptiness of the hallway started to buzz with busy students. During all the traffic, I couldn't see him anymore and he was out of my sight. I leaned against the wall, taking in what just happened between my stepbrother and me, and what it meant.
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Haha, some Dasey fluff. Arg, I always think I'm gonna do something and as I type, it ends up being something else. Oh well, this chapter was super short. Sorry. I originally planned for something much more intimate between the two, but I changed my mind. They have to work for it :D Anyway please review, and I'll update as soon as I can after I get my three reviews :) (I don't really like using this as leverage, it makes me feel evil)
