Hello! This fanfiction is the first that I've written in about two years, so bear with me. When I watched Life With Derek, I was extremely in love with it & saw the potential relationship between Derek and Casey. I do not find it incest since they're not blood-related and just met each other during their teenage years.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or places from Life with Derek.
Introduction
Casey despised his stupid smirk, his horrid taunts, and his dreaded self. Popularity and wit were all he could stand on, but she vowed never to let him get to her.
That is what she told herself two years ago. But there were always those four words in the way: Easier said than done.
It seemed simple to ignore his elementary teasing, to forget his phrases, and to put on a poker face, hoping that he'd stop. If she could only show him that she didn't care about what he said, it was possible that he'd give up.
The only problem was that he never gave up … and she never stopped caring.
Derek told himself constantly that surrendering was not what the Venturi way to handle these situations, or any situation for that matter. Pursuing what he wanted, on the other hand, was his specialty. What he wanted, he always got.
It was true that he found her amusing. Something about her has got him hooked. It's not his fault that her reactions to his witty comments are priceless. But it is his fault that she can shoot insults back in a flash now. They've gone at it too many times for her not to get better. Her ability to present such yells, hidden sneers, charm, wit, and tears: They are his own entire masterpiece and he's not afraid to take credit.
Only he can get her riled up. Only he can cause her to become passionate with anger, hurt, and attraction. What Derek wants, Derek gets…In this case, its Casey, fiery soul and all.