Forget Us Not
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A/N: I'm getting questions about the apparent tension for the big meeting between Dennis and Derek. All I'm going to say is: HA! I will never reveal my secrets, NEVER!! MWAHAHAHAHA! Alright, I'm done being insane for the moment. ENJOY!!
Part IX: The Meaning of Tradition
I opened my eyes slowly to find that Casey actually made me her thermal pillow/blanket. Half her body was on mine, with her head on my chest and her arm thrown lazily around my waist, while I had basically served her as a blanket. My arms were wrapped around her; even one of each of our legs had been tangled together. The sheets had been crumpled and put off to the side of the bed.
I must admit, though; that was the most comfortable position I have ever woken up in.
Her eyes began to flutter open as she smiled up at me. "I really am a thermal teddy-bear." She mumbled; sleep embedded in her voice. I grumbled a response in my usual zombie-like manner after waking up. She giggled lightly. "English, Derek. Use your words." I rolled my eyes and leaned down to place a peck on her lips.
"I'm awake at nine a.m. I have no words." She grinned and leaned up to kiss me hard on the lips. She broke away and sighed.
"I find it amazing that you don't have morning breath." I laughed as she closed her eyes again.
"Come on, you made me wake up, now you have to wake up too." She scoffed.
"I did not wake up. You did that on your own." I shrugged.
"Sure, but made me speak." She rolled hr eyes while remaining in her stance.
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Ten minutes had gone by and neither one of us had made an effort to move. Casey glanced down at herself before looking at me with laughing eyes.
"Do you realize that your hand is up your on shirt?" I looked down. Indeed, my hand was placed under my over-sized t-shirt and on the small of her back. I smirked.
"Yeah, but under my shirt is your body." She thought for a moment. The whole conversation was bizarre and obscure.
"Touché. But, mine sounds weirder and funnier."
"Okay, but mine sounds sexy." I winked at her and she rolled her eyes, however the smile lingered on her face.
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"Is it wrong to fear the meeting of your father?" I asked as Casey grinned and set a plate of pancakes before me. I asked no questions; I never do about food. She smiled her incredibly sweet smile as she placed herself on the stool beside me and kissed my cheek.
"Maybe." She said in a sing-song voice. I groaned and threw my head back.
"Casey. I'd rather not die!" I complained. She continued to smile as she rolled her eyes.
"You aren't going to die. You're such a Drama Queen." I raised an eyebrow. "Drama King?" She offered. I bit back my smile.
"Neither." I stated quickly before filling my mouth with a ridiculously large bite of the pancakes. She laughed aloud.
"You've got syrup all over your mouth." I grinned cheekily, but remained with my mouth closed until I swallowed. Casey giggled as she wiped away the mess on my face with her napkin. She sighed in faux-exasperation. "Can't take you anywhere." I smirked after the contents in my mouth had been removed.
"My guess is that you don't want a ride back to the condo." She smirked right back at me.
"One near death experience meets my quota for the week." She said as she herself took a bite—far less large—of her pancakes.
"Really? I was going for five, minimum." She rolled her eyes, but bit her lip as she tried not to smile.
It didn't work.
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"Maybe it isn't the best idea showing up to the condo on a motorcycle." Casey eyed her helmet warily. I smirked at her.
"You're just scared." I said. She shook her head in protest.
"No, honestly. Well, okay, I'm scared—but it's for you." I raised an eyebrow.
"Why?" I was almost afraid to ask.
"You were afraid of my father before, trying adding a motorcycle into the equation." I widened my eyes, to which she laughed. "Oh, relax, Derek." I shook my head and took her helmet before putting it back in the closet. She continued to laugh. "Derek!" I looked at her.
"What? I'm doing, you, your father, and most importantly, myself a favour." She grinned cheekily.
"No. Now I want to ride the motorcycle." She took her helmet and I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not leaving anything for you in my will." She smiled back at me for a brief moment.
"You don't anything worth while, Babe. The motorcycle's Sam's." She winked at me before continued down the hall to the elevator. I shook my head and smirked to myself as I followed her.
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"You're willing to kill yourself just so that I'll be scared of your father?" I asked as she fussed with her helmet. "Because, in that case, you don't need to. I'm already deathly afraid." She grinned.
"No; I'm doing it to help you make your near death experience quota. It's Friday, and we've got four more to go." I rolled my eyes at her antics with the helmet.
"You're hopeless." I laughed as she huffed and allowed me to fasten her helmet.
"You're a jackass." She said haughtily.
"I smell way better than a donkey." I commented. She gave me a look.
"You keep thinking that." She hesitated before climbing onto the back of the motorcycle cautiously.
"I don't have to. You already told me I don't have morning breath." I started the bike and put up the kick-stand before exiting the hotel garage.
"I didn't say anything and B.O., though." Casey stated over the roar of the engine.
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Casey had taken my hand after I parked the motorcycle in the visitors' part of the underground garage. She practically dragged me to the elevator and into the condo.
"Hello?! Lily, Dad?" There was no answer. She grinned wickedly before throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me zealously. I grinned against her lips as she pulled herself as tight to me as physically possible while standing upright.
Her hand snaked up into my hair and she scraped her fingernails against my scalp, making me tremble. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, to which she quickly allowed me to enter.
"Casey—holy crap." Casey parted from me to stare in shock at the man occupying the doorway. He darted his eyes to me and back to Casey, undoubtedly surveying our dishevelled appearance.
"Daddy." Casey murmured. I think it was the only word she could think of. Mine was more along the lines of:
Mommy.
A/N: Don't. Hurt. Me. PLEASE!! I have to do some government standardized testing in the morning. Lucky me. Today WAS an interesting day though. Especially dinner:
We were calling my father Fluffy, as usual, and my brother comes up out of nowhere saying 'if I ever come upon an old and crusty car, I'm going to name if Fluffy.' Then my mom started laughing.
'Oh yeah, that's a great way to pick up a girl: 'Me, you and a car named Fluffy.'
Yeah, we had our laughs. Anyhow, back to the task at hand: Let me know what you thought! I probably won't be able to update Saturday; I'm turning 13 on the 31st!! I'll take reviews as B-Day presents D
Marti's song form Getting There's Chap. 17 is up on youtube, and the link is in my prof!!
