Study Buddies

LWD Fan Fiction

*DISCLAMER: I don't own LWD. *

CHAPTER 10: Sheffield Avenue

"I'm going now!" Derek yelled, running down the stairs.

Edwin looked up from Derek's chair.

"Date tonight?" he asked, eagerly.

"Yup." Derek slid on his leather jacket.

"Cool," Edwin remarked, then went back to his T.V. show.

Marti looked up and George set down his paper.

"Bye Derek," she yelled, waving from the kitchen table. She was colouring a picture. Her markers and crayons were spread out all over the entire table.

Derek groped around the outside of his jacket, looking for his wallet, when Casey walked into the living room, on her way up to her room. She had a book and a mug of Green Tea in her hands.

As soon as she saw him, she stopped walking. It was almost like she was afraid to cross him, terrified to meet his gaze.

Derek, on the other hand, could do nothing but stare at her.

Everyone in the room could sense the awkwardness between them; it was that obvious.

They just stood there, until finally:

"What's up with you two?" Lizzie asked, breaking the silence.

"N-nothing," Casey managed to answer. She was just standing there, paralyzed with fear. Fear that Derek might try something.

Derek glanced at his watch "I'm off." He said, finding his wallet in his back pocket of his jeans. "I'll be back by eight."

"Later," he flashed everyone a "peace"-like hand gesture-wave and closed the door behind him.

It was awesome that Emily lived just next door to him. It meant that he didn't have to factor transportation time into his whole "picking-you-up" thing. Well that, and he could save gas money.

He took a deep breath, and knocked on the Davies' door.

Tap-tap-tap.

He immediately shoved his hands into his pockets. Derek was unusually nervous. But it was just Emily. They'd been dating awhile and known each other for years.

Much to his surprise (and his dismay), Emily's dad answered the door.

Mr. Davies had a slightly disapproving expression on his face.

"Oh, Derek, come in." Mr. Davies stepped aside and allowed Derek to enter.

Derek's eyes wandered around the main floor of their house.

The Davies and the McDonald-Venturi's houses differed. A lot. For instance, it was really clean. But it wasn't the "my-friends-are-coming-over-so-lets-make-it-super-clean-so-that-it's-clean" way, it was more of an "everyday-clean-home" clean. But nonetheless it was still clean.

Then there was the furniture. The furniture at Derek's house was old, worn, and (let's face it) ugly. Here it was, well, nice. The rooms here were pretty and modern, with leather furniture in deep, dark colors.

Mrs. Davies entered the living room.

"Hi Derek," she smiled. Emily's mum was certainly nicer than Emily's dad right now.

"Come on in, make yourself at home."

"Do you mind if I leave my shoes on?" he asked.

"No, not at all," Emily's mum beamed. "Emily'll be down in a few,"

Emily's dad just glared at him, arms crossed, and shooting him looks and glances. Derek was getting uncomfortable.

He sat on the leather furniture, fidgeting with his thumbs and listening to the sound of the clock tick, as well as Emily's mum's low soft voice, singing in the kitchen. And he waited for what seemed like eternity (but was actually about 4 and a 1/2 minutes)

He let out an inaudible sigh of relief when he saw Emily walking down the stairs.

"Sorry I took so long." She smiled. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, if you are," Derek stood up from the leather loveseat and walked passed Emily's dad to meet Emily, who was slinging her bag onto her shoulder.

Derek was about to reach for the door knob, but decided to wait for Emily to slip on her shoes.

"Have her back by 8," Her dad grunted as they left the house.

Derek opened the door and Emily waved 'goodbye' to her parents.

"Bye mom! Bye dad!" She waved to them and her mom poked her head out of the kitchen.

"Bye sweetheart, have fun!"

"But not too much," her dad added.

"I heard that!" yelled her mom.

Emily waved one last time, then closed the door behind her and took a step closer to Derek. He grabbed her hand and they interlocked their fingers and Emily playfully swung their arms.

"So, Dere, what do you have planned for us tonight?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Well, I was thinking grab dinner at Mettzo, then go get ice cream at Carlos' Parlour. Sound good?"

"Perfect," Emily stood on her tip-toes to kiss him.

Derek led her over to the car and opened the door for her.

"Thanks," she smiled, getting into the car.

"Welcome,"

Derek closed the door and walked around the parked car to get in. He put his seatbelt on, started the car and backed out of the driveway.

[AN: Always wear your seatbelt, it's very important. I cannot stress that enough. Do that whenever possible in the car. Thanks 3]

"Dinner was awesome. Thanks!" Emily leaned into Derek, in a very flirty manor, fingers interlaced.

"No problem," he smiled. "You're worth it."

Derek had this all planned out: Take Emily to Mettzo, then go get ice cream from Carlos' and then eat and walk to High Meadows Park, which was just down the road from the ice cream parlour and he'd say those three words to her there. It was perfect. It was foolproof. And best of all, he knew that his feelings Casey couldn't fuck this up.

They crossed the street and turned onto Sheffield Avenue, where Carlos' Parlour was.

Derek smiled at Emily as they got on Sheffield. But when he turned his head again, he saw something.

Casey had just fucked this night up.

Right in front, standing right outside of Carlos' Parlour, was Daniel.

AllYours Corner

Happy (Belated) Tuesday!

Sorry for not formatting. I did it now, so that's all that matters. :)

See ya soon, Little Monsters

AllYours~