Author's NoteThis time, I actually don't have an author's note, but I feel empty if I don't put one up. Yay! I have reached the eleventh chapter! I am not quite sure how long I am going to make it, but I hope that you don't get bored before I'm finished. It's kinda funny, but I get onto the site and I read it, as though I didn't write it. I go back and I fix problems with it, problems that I catch. Silly huh? Oh, and I am trying to get someone to make a trailer for this on youtube, and if it goes like I hope then I will post a link when I get it! Oh, and I thank Sewinchick for being a faithful reviewer! She doesn't say much, but it makes me feel good! And as always I thank Mac-alicious! Check out her story Mistakes We Knew We Were Making. It's an awesome Dasey story. Wow, this turned out longer than I anticipated.

DisclaimerToday I had a revelation. The bag of tostino pizza rolls called out to me and said, "You do not own Life with Derek." I feinted, not because the bag spoke to me, but because I was shocked that it wasn't mine…

Casey dried her tears and looked into her mirror. She could still see the scab on her lips, but the bite mark on her neck was gone. Wiping lipstick across her lips, as she had done all week, she resisted the urge to cry again. Why does everything have to change?

She went downstairs and sat softly on the couch. Derek was in his chair, watching another hockey game. He looked at her, but she kept her eyes glued to the TV screen. Derek sighed.

"You hate hockey." He said, his eyes not leaving the screen.

"So. Doesn't mean I can't suffer through it. Do you want me to leave?"

"No. Maybe. Sure. I don't care." He smirked, and then frowned. "Don't leave."

"Wasn't planning on it." She smiled to herself. "Where are Lizzie, Edwin and Marti?"

"Upstairs, playing monopoly." Derek smirked, "Edwin's idea."

"Marti doesn't know how to play that game."

"Lizzie and Marti are on a team. They'll be up there for a while." His smirk still hadn't faded, and his eyes were still on the TV. She had a feeling that he wasn't paying the least bit of attention to it.

"Really? That's nice." She knew what he was trying to do.

"Do you want to sit in my chair." She smiled.

"Yeah sure." Casey hesitantly stood up, but Derek was still planted in his seat. She was confused. He looked directly into her eyes. She loved and hated how penetrating his eyes were.

"Have a seat." Casey crossed her arms and sat back down on the couch. She closed her eyes in mild frustration. I'm not angry really; I just didn't think he would suggest I sit on his lap. Men… Then there was a sudden rush upward and Casey flashed her eyes open and looked around wildly.

"Derek! Put me down!" She said forcefully, wrapping her arms around his neck in fright. He walked backwards and sat down, with her sitting in his lap. Casey forced back a smile, and slapped his chest. Derek just smirked.

"What?" He asked innocently. Casey shook her head and looked away. Derek grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down against him. She stared at the ceiling, as he began to place small kisses on her neck. The area between her legs was becoming wetter with each wave of heat. She pushed his head gently away from her and stood up. He groaned and grabbed her hand, pulling her so swift and quickly towards him that she fell on top of him, their lips centimeters apart.

Without hesitation Casey closed the gap with a hungry kiss. Both of her hands were on his chest, and his hands worked up toward the back of her head, pressing her deeper into his mouth. The kiss was as gentle as it was violent. Their heads turned and turned again, trying to find the perfect position, but nothing would satisfy either of them. Derek's hands moved down her spine, sending tingles throughout her body. She slightly rocked her body, and felt his member getting stiff. Casey pulled quickly from the kiss, shocked, but Derek dove for her neck. She let out a gasp that made Derek groan.

Casey kept trying to pry from his touch, from his kiss, from their lust, but became weak and couldn't manage it. She leaned down to kiss neck and softly bit it; he groaned, then jerked his lower body up. Casey let out a long moan.

Someone upstairs opened the door. In a panic, Casey jumped off Derek and sat on the end of the couch. She stared at the TV as though interested. Derek grabbed a magazine of the end table and laid it down on his lap. The person upstairs walked a bit and then opened and closed another door. Casey started laughing.

"What is so funny?" He looked at her, smiling, obviously too happy to simply smirk.

"Nothing." She said in between her laughs. Derek got up and let the magazine fall to the floor. Quickly he kissed her cheek and ran upstairs. She heard his door softly close. I can imagine what he wanted to do. Just avoid his room. I can't keep doing that. I just can't. It's, it's, immoral.

Casey grabbed the remote off the chair and switched channels for a half-hour. Someone walked down the stairs. In the back of her mind she hoped it was Derek, but was still trying to convince herself that she didn't really want him. She wondered what he thought of this whole situation. Well, at least thier situation. Lizzie sat down on 'Derek's chair'.

"What're you watching?"

"It's been a half-hour and I still haven't figured it out." She said blatantly, still flipping the channels.

"Mind if I watch something?"

"Sure." Casey handed her the remote. "Who won?"

"What?" Lizzie looked confused, but realized what she meant quickly, "Oh! Edwin of course. He's good at that game."

"Yeah." Casey chuckled. Lizzie turned on Smallville. She had never watched the show, but Lizzie seemed to like it. In fact, recently, that was the only showed she was interested in watching. The episode played through and Casey drifted in and out of actually paying attention to it. Clark, the main character, who was the teenage version of superman was obviously in love with someone named Lana. They seemed to make viewers hopeful that it would, in the end, work out, but Casey had seen the superman movies. He always ended up with Lois Lane.

Maybe that's what would happen if me and Derek got together. I would just be someone that people would be hoping would work out, but in the end, he would end up with some lady that he worked with and had more interests in common with. Surprisingly, the thought of him even thinking of another girl made her angry. She blew it off and went upstairs.

As she passed Derek's room, she heard him rummaging around, obviously trying to keep something quiet. Her heart jumped, hoping that he wasn't doing the drugs, and opened the door slowly. It took Derek a few seconds to realize that she was watching him jerk off. He looked up quickly when he heard her giggle under her breath, then quickly covered himself with a sheet. His cheeks were as red cherries as she walked quickly out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.