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Three weeks. It had been three weeks since I had woken up in Derek's bed, and I still couldn't help but smile at the mere thought of him - I was excited, I guess. I wasn't too sure as to how I was supposed to go about this relationship. The word sounded as foreign as "boyfriend," but I liked the way they both felt on my tongue. We hadn't labeled ourselves, so I kept myself from calling Derek my boyfriend outside of the sanctity of my room.
I wasn't sure if the three weeks had flown by or dragged on slowly, and that kind of concerned me. The way time passed when I was with Derek was strange, but I was fine with it. We had cleaned our slate and agreed to start over. As I sat at the kitchen table eating some yogurt before school, I thought back over the past few weeks, and, more specifically, the day I woke up in Derek's bed.
I woke up slightly disoriented, wondering where I was. I felt something distinctively hard pressing into my lower back and rolled over to see Derek. I was suddenly aware of my need to use the restroom and of the strong arm draped over my body. I tried to slide out from under him, but Derek wasn't having any of that. He gripped my hip in his hand and snuggled up against me.
"Derek," I whispered in his ear, rubbing his arm. "Move over, Derek, I need to use your restroom."
"No," he mumbled.
"Derek," I raised my voice a little and tapped his arm. "You need to move! I really have to pee!" He shifted on top of me with a grunt. "Derek! My brother is here!"
He was off of me and on the floor in a few seconds, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to wake up. I jumped over him and scrambled into the bathroom with no explanations. After washing my hands, washing my face, and fixing my hair into a loose bun on the top of my head, I knocked on the bathroom door and peaked out. Derek was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands yawning, but he looked up when I looked out.
"Why did you knock?" he asked, clearing his throat.
"Well. I seem to remember walking out on you half naked the last time I used your restroom so I thought I would take a precaution this time."
He chuckled and flopped back onto his bed. I walked over and hovered awkwardly over him, wondering if I should sit down. He cracked open one bruised eye and looked at me.
"May I help you?"
"Well I was just wondering. Well, I wasn't wondering anything, actually…so no. You can't help me."
He rolled his eyes and chuckled as he pulled me down onto the bed. I sat cross-legged against his torso, my hands ghosting over it. He gave a soft moan of approval and I watched his face relax. Fifteen minutes later or so, I started getting bored and pushed him softly with my hand.
"You awake?" I asked.
"Well now I am," he grumbled.
"Oh. Sorry," I apologized and patted his stomach where I had pushed him.
He chuckled quietly and pulled me down next to him, brushing my hair out of my face. He moved towards me and I tensed slightly, worried that we were moving too fast. Again. He surprised me by just pressing his nose to mine and pulling me even closer.
"Don't worry, Mer. I'm not gonna kiss you until I know you're ready, but trust me when I say that when you are ready, I'll be all over that." He winked and I almost missed it because of how close our faces were.
I didn't answer and didn't think I needed to.
"Now. It's Saturday, so what do you want to do? I can take you home if you want, but if you want to hang out I'm up for anything."
"Well seeing as how going home would be terribly boring…how about I hang out with you?"
"I suppose I can handle that," he smiled. "Stay in or go out?"
"I'm all gross and stuff so I think we should stay in."
"Good thing I like it when you're all gross and stuff," he scrunched up his nose and smiled at that same time.
"Oooh. Maybe I'll stop showering." I winked.
"Oh God! That's so hot!" He groaned obnoxiously loud and pulled me on top of him, rolling back on the bed. I laughed and swatted him away so that I could stand up.
"Come on! I'm hungry," I complained and pulled on his foot. He sighed and jumped off the bed.
"I guess we'd better feed you then, huh? Too bad I don't have any grilled cheese," he teased and I slapped his arm.
We got to the kitchen and I sat on a barstool while Derek searched for some food. He pulled a container of yogurt out and held it up to me for approval. I scrunched up my face and raised an eyebrow.
"I prefer grilled cheese." I grumbled.
"Oh come on. You'll love this – I promise."
He pulled out a spoon and peeled back the foil from the lid. He took a bite from it and moaned in approval, like a parent would do to a child to get them to eat something. I rolled my eyes as Derek scooped up another spoonful. Since he was standing on the opposite side of the counter, he leaned over it to press the spoon against my lips. I begrudgingly opened my mouth and pulled the yogurt off of the spoon. It wasn't half bad and I nodded in approval.
"Told you," he smiled. I stuck my finger into the container and dotted his nose with the yogurt and he went cross eyed looking at it. I laughed as he did the same to me. I made a spectacle out of trying to get the yogurt with my tongue and Derek laughed heartily. When he stopped laughing, we made eye contact and the sudden tension shocked me. The smile slowly slid off of his face and his eyes darted from my eyes to my lips quickly. I bit my lip and he moved in towards me. This time I didn't tense up, leaning in instead. Our lips were literally millimeters from touching when he spoke.
"I just promised you I wouldn't do this," he whispered, the action causing his lips to brush lightly against my own.
"Do it." I whispered back, my eyes beginning to flutter.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"I don't want to rush - " I cut him off with my lips, and he responded instantly. After barely a second, he pulled me up and over the counter. I sat on it with my legs hanging off the side while we kissed, his hands on my hips and mine up in his hair. We pulled apart to breathe and he pressed a few more kisses to my lips.
"Wow." He muttered with his forehead pressed against mine.
"Yeah – I'm good." I patted his cheek and pushed him back so I could slide off of the counter. I started walking back towards the stairs and was almost there before Derek wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around onto the couch. I laughed and pressed myself into the corner of the couch as Derek walked towards me menacingly.
"You think you can just push me away and walk off after a kiss like that?" He growled with a smile on his face. "Nuh uh, little girl. That's not the way it works." He launched himself at me and tickled me wildly, ignoring my pleas and protests. He stopped and I tried to catch my breath. "You're cute when you're breathless," he smirked and moved next to me. I pushed him playfully and he pulled me against him, nuzzling his nose into my neck.
We watched movies all day in Derek's room. It was nice and relaxing, and it made me wonder how I had ever thought Derek was an ass. We talked about "us", agreed to wipe the slate clean, and agreed that we would take this relationship slowly. Now, three weeks later, things were still flowing smoothly.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and I knew Derek was here to drive me to school. I finished up my yogurt and threw away the container on my way to grab my backpack. I skipped down the stairs and walked out the door, pulling it shut behind me.
Derek pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and smiled.
"Ready to go?" He asked, pulling his Ray Bans on.
"As I'll ever be." He opened my door for me, as always, and we started the daily trek to school.
Once we arrived, I let out a loud sigh. Things had been a little uncomfortable at school thanks to Addison, but I felt like things were finally starting to settle down and people were moving on to new gossip. Derek didn't say anything, mostly because he didn't need to, and opened my door. I saw some girls in the parking lot glance my way with raised, skeptical eyebrows and I dropped my eyes to the ground. Derek brought himself down to eyelevel with me and put his hands on either side of my face.
"Fuck 'em, Mer," he smirked and pulled his sunglasses off. "Fuck them all." He slid his glasses onto my face and kissed me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, slammed my door shut, and we walked into school.
Fuck 'em all.
