Hey everyone! Sorry I took so long. I've been super sick lately and still recovering. Thank you for all the favourites and subscriptions!
Second last chapter! Kind of odd how I ended up writing 13 chapters for both of my stories, but I digress. I do have a one-shot in the works that I've already written 8 pages for. :0
P.S. Title's from the song, once again. :P
Go With The Flow
"This is worse than the time you broke up with Max." Emily's admonishing voice of reason flowed through the receiver and Casey fell on her bed exasperated. She had come home to London with Derek for reading week, and so far things weren't going so well.
Derek put a smelly bag of laundry in front of her door every day for a week, and she was getting a little fed up with not only the noxious fumes, but his never-ending arrogance. Did he really think she wanted him that much, to say to hell with the family and everyone else? Let's Bonnie and Clyde this place?
"Breaking up with Max was a really good thing!" Casey exclaimed, glancing down at her vent and happy to note that it was still covered up from prying ears.
"Were you really having a personality crisis or did you just want in Derek's pants?" Emily drawled lazily, amused by Casey's behaviour but also somewhat annoyed. The girl just kept making the wrong moves. Casey jumped up on her bed horrified.
"Emily Sarah Davis!" She screeched into the phone, making her friend wince and hold the phone away from her ear.
"That's my name, don't wear it out." Emily grinned, stroking Casey's ire.
"I really was having a crisis, and just because I ended up in Derek's room ranting about it, doesn't mean I had some diabolical plan of getting into his...well, yeah." Casey huffed and hugged a pillow to her chest, resting herself against the headboard.
"You've slept with the guy and you still can't even finish dirty sentences. Oh, Casey." Emily laughed, and flipped through her fashion magazine.
"Whatever... but I guess in a way, it did have to do with him... Derek is the only guy I feel comfortable being myself with." Casey's voice got quiet, and Emily sighed. She was making this too entirely hard for herself.
"You have to figure this one out, Case. I don't know why you care so much about appearances with Derek, or even what your parents think. Even though George and Nora are sort of oblivious half the time, they would have to be functionally blind or completely deaf to have not seen this coming." Emily said, making Casey crease her forehead in thought.
"But still..."
"But still nothing Case! You told me that if you told your parents and they freaked, you'd be worried about losing him. Didn't he say he wouldn't leave no matter the circumstances?" Emily pitch began to rise, an indication of her getting frustrated or excited. This time it was the former.
"Well, yeah..."
"Well, yeah nothing!" Emily shouted.
"I guess maybe you're right." Casey admitted finally, slumping against her headboard in defeat.
"Aren't I always? Go get yourself a piece of Venturi ass; it's basically sitting on a platter waiting for you." Emily joked, and Casey just shook her head.
"Oh, please Em. I'm not going to make it that easy for him, you must be out of your mind." Casey said, throwing her pillow beside her and getting off the bed.
"You two are just ridiculous, and everything you do is like foreplay." Emily said then, feeling like she knew too much about her next door neighbour couple.
"That's so not true!"Casey huffed, pulling her door open and going to walk down the stairs when she saw Derek standing in front of his door. He stared at her with a devious look, like he wanted to devour her whole and it sent shivers down her spine.
"Yeah, it's like if he drinks milk out of the carton it turns you on." Emily retorted. Casey could barely hear what she was saying anymore, and managed to end the call.
"I... um, I'll talk to you later Em." She pressed end.
"Hey princess." He said, his voice husky and low like he had just finished doing something extraordinarily naughty in his bedroom. Did he always have that bedroom voice, not only that, but a bedroom voice that turned her on to no end?
"Hey jerk." She sneered, crossing her arms and stared back without fear.
"Off to your princely duties then?" Derek smirked, crossing his arms.
"Didn't you use that one before, D? Losing your touch are we?"she replied in a haughty tone, raising her eyebrow.
"It doesn't matter what I do, Case," he narrowed the distance between them by walking closer to her, and she could make out the freckles that sprinkled his straight nose and strong cheekbones. "It doesn't matter what I say, either. I'm always..." his eyes slowly grazed her body from head to toe and she flushed from the attention. "Going to have an effect on you." He finished finally, and Casey realized she had been holding her breath.
"Yeah, you keep thinking that Venturi. Be sure not to trip on your ego on your way down the stairs." She pushed past him, going towards the bathroom, but stopped when she felt his hand close around her forearm.
"Is that the best you got, McDonald?" he drawled lazily, and she could feel his arrogant smirk. He smoothed his fingertips slowly down her side, almost touching her behind before coming back up and grazing the underside of her breast. Casey stiffened.
She turned back quickly to yell at him but faltered in her step when she was met with an empty hallway. Stomping her foot, and walked down the stairs. Derek hearing her heavy klutzilla steps, laughed to himself quietly behind his bedroom door. Casey wouldn't be able to resist him for long, not if he had anything to do with it.
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"Kendra! What a surprise!" Derek greeted his ex-girlfriend at the door, ushering her in. She flashed her blonde hair over her shoulder, giving him a dubious look.
"What do you mean, you called m—" Kendra was cut off.
"Wow, it really is great to see you." Derek said excitedly, and hid a smirk when he heard Casey coming down the stairs.
"Kendra! What are you doing here?" Casey tried hard to keep the jealous edge out of her voice, and luckily Kendra didn't know her so well that she'd notice it. A certain step-brother would and did, however.
"Oh, well, Derek—"
"Come on, let's get some grub and catch up, shall we?" Derek had that plastic smile plastered to his face, and Casey knew something weird was going on.
Derek led Kendra to the kitchen, and pulled down a bag of chips for himself and managed to touch the celery long enough to give it to her. They sat down at the kitchen island across from each other, and quite frankly his smile made Kendra a bit sick. She knew he was up to something, and she wasn't sure she'd like it.
"What's the deal, D?" she asked impatiently. Derek proceeded to stuff the chips in his mouth, the crumbs falling on his shirt. Kendra found the action cute and endearing, and Derek wondered if she was insane for not freaking out about his manners. He realized then that he was just too used to Casey's antics.
"It's like this," He began, brushing the crumbs off his shirt. "I need you to do me a favour, and it's going to seem a tiny bit odd." He said, grabbing a soda from the fridge and chugging it, waiting for her response. Kendra was doubtful as always.
"The last time you asked me to do you a favour, it turned into a mess with that weird Noel guy... but Patrick was really nice that night." Kendra was deep in thought, and Derek resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the thought of that weird Patrick guy who kept going after his ex-girlfriend.
"Well, that's funny, because I need you to do something similar." Derek put on his best charming smile, and he knew that was all that was needed. Kendra blinked, confused.
"Um, are you out of your mind? Isn't Sally in Vancouver?" Kendra asked, genuinely feeling lost. She hadn't really kept tabs on Derek after he left town for university, which was a shame because everyone kept asking her about him. Derek laughed then, and looked at Kendra seriously.
"No... this time it's not about Sally, it's about ... " Derek looked around quickly for any prying younger siblings or the girl in question. "Casey." He whispered softly, a goofy smile spreading across his face before he could stop it. Kendra recoiled in her seat from shock.
"Excuse me, you mean your step-sister from hell that you can't stop talking about? Oh... okay, that makes more sense now that I think about it." Kendra was off in thought again, and Derek smirked.
"Yup, that's the one. I need you to help me to make her jealous, and please for the love of god, don't misinterpret this as me coming on to you or wanting to start things up again." Derek warned, flailing his hands wildly and trying to get her to understand.
"Please, Venturi. You're like yesterday's news. It's all about the sexy seniors at Western." Kendra scoffed, flipping her hair in that obnoxious way he would've found attractive years ago, but anything that wasn't remotely related to Casey didn't catch his attention much these days.
"Okay, all I need you to do is like... I don't know, do that girly gushy thing you're so good at." Derek rambled.
"What girly gushy thing?" Kendra asked indignantly, somewhat offended even though she didn't quite understand.
"You know, the whole like 'aww, Der-bear, you're so cool and cute and I love you, I'll love you forever' thing." Derek mocked in a high voice. Kendra's deadpan expression indicated she wasn't amused.
"I don't sound like that."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Chyeah, okay. Just do it." Derek laughed, and threw the empty chip bag in the recycling along with his pop can.
"What do I get out of it?" Kendra hopped off the stool and followed Derek into the living room where Casey was sitting on the couch watching figure skating of some sort.
"A revisit to glory days past." He whispered to her, throwing an arm over her shoulders. Kendra rolled her eyes and smiled anyway, finding that Derek was still too cute to turn down.
"Hey Casey!" Kendra called out, making the brunette in question turn around and look at the couple that used to get on her nerves, and was doing much of the same, even more so now.
"Hey, Kendra..." Casey replied back, her smile wavering. She threw Derek a glare and he only had a lazy smile on his face.
"How's Queen's by the way? It must be tough having such a hot step-brother all to yourself." Kendra's bitchy holier than thou attitude was back with a vengeance and Casey felt bitterness rise in her throat. Derek glanced at his ex with a look that said, 'Aren't you laying it on a little thick, K?' to which she responded, 'Just trust me, D.' Derek rolled his eyes covertly, making sure Casey didn't see their telepathic exchange that only cool kids could understand.
"Yeah... really tough." Casey frowned, turning back to the television just in time to catch the figure skater do a triple axel and then fall. Derek burst out laughing.
"That reminds me of you on the ice Case. Good times honestly." Derek grinned, and Casey bristled.
"Stuff it, Venturi. I'm not in the mood." Casey snarled in response, trying to ignore her ogre of a step-brother who she wish she hadn't fallen in love with. Was she one of those stupid girls who always fell for the wrong guys? She looked at Derek then, his strong handsome face staring back at her, and she felt her anger rising even more. Why did he have to look like that? It would be easier to be just friends if he looked like the hunchback of Notredame, as shallow as that was.
Derek smirked. Casey was angry. This was progressing well.
"I'm so lucky I'm not related to Derek here in any way," Kendra broke the momentary silence with her jab, and brushed her hand on Derek's chest. Casey's expression darkened, and she clenched her fists.
"Yeah, real lucky. Derek, can I speak to you? In private?" Casey sneered through gritted teeth, jumping up off the couch and yanking him away from Kendra's grasp.
"Uh oh." Derek's hundred watt smile made her even angrier and she growled at him, making him raise in eyebrows in surprise. Damn, she was hot when she did that.
"Oh, Kendra. Make yourself at home," Casey threw her a fake smile. "But you're welcome to leave if you'd like." She said, her voice dripping with venom but her expression innocent. Kendra tried not to belie her surprise and just nodded at the angry woman currently gripping Derek's collar in her fist.
"Easy Casey, you'll ruin the material." Derek tried to get Casey's hands off his shirt, but she proceeded to pull him up the stairs. Bursting into his bedroom, she threw him down on his bed and Derek fought the shivers that ran through his body. It was the best of both worlds, the subtle (not so subtle) flirting they did while they were in high school but combined with everything that had happened in university.
"I know what you're up to Derek." She began, her hands characteristically placed on her hips. Derek sat up on his elbows, noticing that Casey was standing in between his legs that were still hanging off the bed.
"Oh, really? What am I up to, Casey?" he asked smoothly, daring her to respond.
"All your sexing me up," she began, making him drop his mouth open in shock, for she uttered something containing the word sex while not referring to gender, "And trying to make me jealous. What are you going to do next? Cook me some amazing dinner or make me laugh until I cry or make me freak out on purpose before calming me down the way only you can or... or..." Casey trailed off, and he gave her a soft smile.
"You're obviously in love with me." Derek said then, effectively silencing her. Her watery blue eyes caught his gaze then, and her bottom lip trembled.
"So what?" Casey muttered defiantly. Derek's eyes widened and he sat up slowly from his bed, placing his hands on her forearms gently.
"So it's kind of cool because I might happen to feel the same way too, perhaps, maybe." He grinned, reaching up and wiping the errant tear that had ran down her cheek. She tried to stop her tears, knowing he hated them, and then looked up at him, searching his eyes for honesty.
"Honestly? And none of that stupid maybe crap?" She asked softly. He chuckled and enveloped her in his arms, kissing her hair before resting his head in the crook of her neck.
"You must be retarded—I mean, mentally challenged if you didn't figure that out by now." He said, brushing his thumb against the bare skin above her waistband.
"I hate you." She said, but she started crying again, feeling laughter bubble up inside her. "I hate you so much you big jerk." She said, and he knew she meant something entirely different. That had been the basis of their relationship, always saying things they didn't mean because they were too afraid to really say what they felt.
"Feeling's mutual babe, and don't you forget it." He smiled, leaning back and gathering her face in his hands before kissing her lips lightly. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into the kiss, throwing away all of her insecurities and doubts.
"So um," Derek started after they had parted, their faces flushed from the kiss. "I haven't done my laundry in like a month because I was waiting for you to come around. So now you should repent for your actions by doing all of it, like we promised."
"I didn't promise anything Venturi, you made that bet on your own, doesn't mean I agreed to it." Casey huffed, pulling away and crossing her arms.
"Oh, but you're too much of a priss to let all those dirty, stinky clothes clog up the apartment in Kingston, aren't you Case?" he drawled lazily, knowing he had won this battle.
"I am so not a priss! I just don't want our home to become a battlefield of chemical warfare with your germy clothes." Casey twisted her face in disgust, and stuck out her tongue.
"Sure, whatever you say princess. By the way, you look really cute when you do that. Maybe I should leave my dishes for you to do, or maybe a few boxers or strings of floss on the ground?" Derek pulled her flush against him, kissing at her neck.
"You disgust me." She said, but her hands were grasping at his shirt.
tbc.
