A/N: I think I've figured out what to do for this chapter... I'll prolly retype it a half million times first though. Anyone heard Desperation by Miranda Lambert? If not, you're missing out. It's gooooood :] In the hood or whateva you want to finish that off with. Haha, sometimes I amuse myself with my own stupidity :] Anyhoo. On with the story! Virtual cupcakes... cuz you people aren't even really saying anything anymore except yay, update soon! And frankly, I need more than that, lol. Love you all still.
Chapter 10! X! HAHA!
"What?" Lizzie was screaming as Casey walked in the door. Her face was contorted with rage, and she threw the couch pillows at Edwin. "Let me guess, she STALKED you and FOUND your home address, and SHE kissed YOU and you just COULDN'T pull away, right?" More things found themselves on the floor after hitting Edwin.
"What can I do to convince you?" Edwin shrugged, covering his head with his hands.
"Probably nothing! If you were SMART, you'd just run, but no, you have to pretend to be all NOBLE and stand here like a MAN," Lizzie sneered.
Casey almost interjected herself into the situation, but instead saw Derek waving at her from the kitchen, and rushed through instead.
"Jeez, what's that all about?" Casey caught her breath, stepping into the hug Derek gave her automatically.
"Cassondra showed up. And I don't want you breaking up my daily entertainment, so stay out of it and watch the little skank stand there and get bested by Liz, will you?"
Casey hesitated. "It doesn't seem right... but okay. I think he needs a lesson too." They both tilted their heads, hearing more things crashing.
"Lizzie! I swear, I didn't ask her here! She just showed up! Maybe Martin gave her my address, I told him I was leaving for a little while." Martin was Edwin's sometimes housemate, when Edwin wasn't in one of his bachelor moods.
"You expect me to believe that? Martin wasn't even AROUND the entire time she was!" Crash. Casey winced, hoping it wasn't anything of value.
"Love letters on wet paper, forgivers and no takers, an angel who never got wings," Casey was singing along with her stereo. "You find Jesus, and it's too late. He's already closed the front gate, and the sign's flashing no vacancy..." Derek listened to the CD for a second, picked up the case sitting on Casey's nightstand. The album was red, with a picture of a cute blond girl on the cover. Miranda Lambert, it read. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend was the name of the album, Derek sussed out. He smiled. At the moment, it seemed more fitting for Lizzie than Casey. Derek sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Casey to come out of the bathroom. As he sat there, he let the girl's words sink in, the voice that sounded like it had been singing in bars half of her life. He decided to do some research on this... he checked the album again. Miranda Lambert, he thought, committing the name to memory. He'd google her later. The song changed. "Throw a dog a bone, I'll take it if I have to. Go real fast like there's somewhere we can get to." He flipped the case over, looked at the player. Number six, number six. Desperation was the name of this one. For someone who'd always been into metal and rock, he was surprisingly liking this stuff.
His thoughts were interrupted by his favorite distraction. "Did I find the great garage rocker listening to country? I'm shocked." Her voice was lilting, her arms gracefully wrapping around him.
"Perhaps," Derek conceded, before Casey's mouth was on his. Casey was flexible, sweet, and very appealing. Like one of those butter cookies shaped like pretzels. Casey probably wouldn't appreciate the analogy, but Derek loved the things, and ate them like no tomorrow. He forgot about thinking about Miranda Lambert, and the CD repeated itself a few times before they were finished. Both satisfied, they lay against each other.
"So tell me about this Miranda Lambert person," Derek inquired, his gaze sweeping the room and settling on the CD.
"Oh, she's fabulous. You like her? This is her second CD. Her first was called Kerosene." Casey had the knack for adding information on even as she asked questions.
"Yeah... do you have both the CDs?"
"Correct." Casey got up, rummaging through her collection. "What the use in hanging on top of the phone, if nobody might call..." she sang softly to the CD, letting Derek hear the real version.
"I like it, especially this one," Derek indicated the CD, still playing Desperation, only a second time. They'd missed a couple repeated versions.
"Good. You've got free use of my music if you want," Casey said, giving him the biggest allowance she'd ever done.
"Very generous, Space Case." Derek drew out the words, drawling if you will.
Casey simply smiled and kissed him, and they'd returned back to their previous activity.
"You're fricken kidding me!" Derek was woken unceremoniously early the next morning. Casey was pacing, grabbing her hair and in general freaking out and having one of her normal spaz attacks.
A/N: What's Case having a nervy b. about this time? Well, wait and see! It's longer this time people, be happy! I'm busy! Birthday in less than a week! Love you all!