Author's Note: Hmm... well, I don't seem to be getting that great of a response to this story so I'm not sure if I should keep going... let me know what you think. But anyway, here's the next chapter!
Around 10:00, Casey's curfew time, he heard someone walking up the stairs. He hoped it was her. And then the door opened and she appeared like apparition in the night. Their eyes met and Casey smiled, shutting the door behind her. She kicked off her heels and slinked over to Derek, sitting down comfortably on his lap.
Derek pulled her close against him. He kissed the side of her forehead as she rested against his chest.
"Did you have fun on your date?" he asked, the bitterness coming through in his voice.
She raised her eyebrows up at him. "It was alright." She sat up again and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Are you jealous?" she asked playfully, turning so she was now straddling him and looking deep into his dark eyes.
"No," he mumbled, now avoiding her gaze.
"You are!" she exclaimed with a smile. She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her. He unwillingly got lost in her blue eyes.
She searched his eyes and smiled. Wordlessly, she captured his lips and Derek closed his eyes as the sparks took over. She pushed herself against him and he groaned at his growing feeling of desire.
"And how was your date with Emily?" she asked, removing her mouth from his and beginning to nibble on his ear.
He could barely concentrate enough to know what his name was when she was doing that, never mind answer her questions. He tried hard to think, but all he could do was feel Casey's soft lips and wet tongue on his earlobe.
"Mmmuhh…" was all he could come up with.
Casey giggled softly against his ear. "Really? That good, huh?"
"No…" he closed his eyes again, letting himself simply feel.
Casey buried one hand in his hair as she pulled him in for another kiss. She moaned as their tongues battled.
There was a sudden dinging noise that made the both of them jump. They turned to the computer screen, realizing Derek had just been instant messaged.
It was Sam saying "hey."
"Sorry, man," Derek said, talking to the computer. He got up, taking Casey with him, leading them to his bed. "I can't talk now, I'm making out with your girlfriend."
Casey laughed and hit him playfully. "Derek!"
"What?" he grinned, pulling her down onto the bed with him. "He can't hear me." He captured her lips again to stop her from saying anything else.
"It's really warm in here," Casey whispered against Derek's lips.
"Take off some clothes," he waggled his eyebrows teasingly.
She rose up to his challenge and peeled off her white shirt and then pulled off her skirt. He grinned down at her. She just smiled up at him innocently.
"Aren't you hot?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm hot," he teased with a wink. She gladly watched him yank his shirt off. She pressed her hands against his hard bare chest. Hockey players definitely had nice bodies.
"You are," she agreed with him with a happy sigh.
Derek chuckled and leaned in for another kiss. They made out for a little while longer, and then Casey said that she was tired.
"Go to sleep," Derek told her, pressing a kiss against her slightly swollen lips.
"Here?" she asked. She had never slept in his bed.
"Why not? Nobody ever comes in," Derek said. He had the rest of the family trained well. Knock or die.
"Okay," she smiled.
Derek got up, pulled his jeans off, and shut the light. Then he crawled back into bed and pulled the blankets up over the two of them.
"'Night, Derek," Casey cuddled up to his warm body.
Derek held her tightly, a smile playing on his lips in the dark. "'Night, Case."
Derek woke up with a loud groan, hitting his stupid alarm clock.
"I don't wanna get up," he heard Casey mumbled and burrow into the blankets.
Derek chuckled at that, wrapping his arm around her. "It's seven o'clock."
Casey jumped at that. "You set your alarm for SEVEN?" she cried out.
Derek raised one eyebrow. "Yeah. I don't take that long to get ready."
"But I do!" she grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room in a tizzy. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry up. In such a rush, she didn't notice Lizzie in the hallway, who had seen her older sister run out of Derek's room in her bra and underwear. Lizzie's eyes widened and she hurried over to Edwin's room.
"Edwin!" she whispered loudly as she simply barged in, not even remembering to knock.
Edwin was dressed and playing with his hair in his mirror, wondering if he should start messing with his dark locks as his brother did. He quickly turned away from the mirror, pretending to not have been fussing with his hair. Lizzie looked too involved with her news, thankfully for Edwin.
"What's up?" Edwin asked coolly, sitting down on his bed.
Lizzie sat down next to him, her blue eyes still widened in surprised confusion. "Edwin, do you know what I just saw?"
Edwin watched Lizzie bite her lip, and he could see her struggling for some kind of answer for what she had just witnessed. So he knew it was something big.
"What?" he didn't even bother guessing. Whatever it was probably wasn't guessable, anyway. Lizzie didn't react like this over nothing.
"I just saw Casey running out of Derek's room in just her underclothes," Lizzie said slowly.
Edwin's eyes widened. He could barely process that. "Wait… what?"
Lizzie nodded vigorously. "I saw it with my own eyes! Do you think that they're… you know…?" her eyes met Edwin's.
Edwin could feel himself blushing at the mere thought of sex. "Uh… I don't know. I mean… they couldn't be…" his forehead wrinkled. "…could they?"
"I thought they couldn't stand each other," Lizzie shrugged, shaking her head.
"Maybe we should, you know, look into this," Edwin suggested.
Lizzie eyed him. "Like investigate?"
"More like spy on them," Edwin gave a sly smirk.
Lizzie smiled slowly. She loved when she and Edwin played detective. Last time they had, the two of them had found out what their Christmas presents were.
"Alright."
The two of them exchanged sneaky grins. They would get to the bottom of this Derek/Casey thing.
Casey almost didn't make it to school in time. She ran into homeroom, her hair in a messy ponytail and her socks mismatched. She sat down in her seat, letting out a huge breath she didn't know she had been holding.
Emily swiveled around in the seat in front of Casey. "Hey, Case. Almost didn't make it, eh?"
Casey shook her head, exhausted from having sprinted to school. "Well, Derek set the ala—" She stopped, eyes widening as she caught herself. Emily's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Uh, Derek set my alarm clock an hour ahead to mess with me," she quickly covered. "I'm going to kill him after school," she added for good measure.
Emily laughed. "Ah, that sounds like my Derek," she said wistfully. Casey inwardly flinched at that. "Besides, you can't kill him today," Emily continued. "We have our double date tonight!"
Casey tried to suppress her groan. She had forgotten about the double date from hell scheduled for that evening.
"I'm looking forward to it," Emily said brightly.
"Me too," Casey tried to sound honest, but failed miserably. Luckily, Emily wasn't paying attention, as a girl next to her complimented Emily on her new shoes.
Casey dropped her head on to her desk, letting out her suppressed long groan of anguish. She knew tonight was going to be a torture-filled nightmare.
After school, Emily caught up with Derek, much to his displeasure.
"I'm so excited about our double date tonight," Emily grinned, reaching up and kissing him. Then she looked around. "Now, where are Casey and Sam?"
Derek slapped his forehead. He had forgotten that they were getting together right after school. Great…
As if on cue, Casey and Sam appeared. Casey gave Derek a "kill me now!" face when Emily looked away to fix the buckle of her shoe. Derek hid a smirk. It seemed as though she was dreading the date as much as he was.
Emily saw Casey and Sam approaching and let out a girly squeal. "Hey guys! This is going to be SO much fun! I brought some makeup, Case, so we can get all dressed up over your house. You boys can just… watch one of your little sports games or whatever."
Derek looked at her dumbly. "There aren't any sports on at three in the afternoon."
Emily just shrugged. "Whatever. Watch cartoons then, I don't know." She then grinned at Casey. "Case and I have to get prettified."
Derek wanted to laugh at the fake smile Casey gave Emily. Priceless.
They piled into Sam's car, even though the MacDonald-Venturi home really was too close to even bother driving to.
"Sam and his stupid car," Derek thought to himself, rolling his eyes.
As soon as the four of them got to the house, Emily ushered Casey upstairs and Derek was stuck with Sam in the living room. He was supposed to be best friends and all, but Derek felt himself getting more and more distant with Sam… especially now that he and Casey had a thing going on…
"So…" Derek tried to break the awkward silence that ensued as they sat down on the couch. But he really had nothing to say.
"I tried IMing you last night," Sam said.
Derek remembered that. He tried not to smirk cheekily at the memory. "Oh… really? I guess I didn't see it," he lied easily.
Sam shrugged. It wasn't a big deal.
The front door opened and Nora and Marti both walked in. "Hi, boys," Nora smiled, holding a box from the pastry shop down the street.
"Nora got a blueberry pie for dessert, Smerek!" Marti bounced up and down.
Derek smiled at his little sister. "Let me guess… it's blue day."
"Yup!" Marti took off her jacket, revealing her blue shirt and blue skirt. She skipped over to Derek and climbed on to his lap. He always let her.
"I'm not gonna be here for dessert, Smarti," Derek broke the news to her.
Marti looked shocked. "Why not?"
"I'm going out on a date," he told her.
Marti pouted. "But it's blue day!"
"Well… if Nora gets a dessert for red day, I'll definitely be there. You know I love cherry pie," he tickled Marti and she squealed with laughter.
"That can be arranged," Nora smiled at her stepson. She looked down at Marti. "Marti, honey, want to come help me find something blue for you for dinner tonight?"
Marti nodded and quickly followed Nora into the kitchen, leaving Derek and Sam alone in an uncomfortable silence again.
Meanwhile, Casey was actually having a nice time gossiping with Emily upstairs as they put on their make-up.
"…so then I heard that Julie just totally broke down," Emily continued, opening her eyes wide to finish applying her mascara.
"I'm not surprised," Casey shook her head as she brushed her long dark hair.
"Yeah, but can you really blame her? I mean, she was cheated on," Emily sighed, putting her mascara down. "Jason was just so low for cheating on her. And with her friend, too!"
Suddenly Casey stopped brushing her hair. She looked away, feeling a sudden pang of utter guilt. She was always such a good girl. She always did the right thing. But now… now she was cheating on her boyfriend, and lying to her best friend. When did things get so complicated?
Casey looked over at Emily. She didn't deserve this. She was a nice friend. Biting her lip, she realized what she had to do. Gathering up her confidence, she opened her mouth. "Em, I—"
"But then again, Jason and Julie were never a great couple to begin with. And he seems so much happier with Anna. So, maybe it was kind of meant to be, you know?" Emily said, continuing with her make-up.
Casey slowly closed her mouth. Maybe, in some strange way, Emily made some sense. Or maybe it was just easier for Casey to pretend that Emily was right…
"So, have you heard anything about Hannah and Matt?" Emily moved on.
Derek was ready to die of boredom. Either Sam had gotten really boring, or he had always been that boring and Derek had just never noticed it before. It had been well over an hour, and the girls had shown no sign of coming down anytime soon. He was getting restless to just get this stupid night over with.
"I'm going to go see how much longer the girls are going to be," Derek told Sam, who was watching some boring BMX show.
Sam nodded and Derek sighed heavily, making his way up the stairs. Lazily, he knocked on Casey's door.
"You two almost done?" he asked in an annoyed tone.
"Almost!" Emily called back.
"How much longer?"
"Ummm…" Emily trailed off.
"Like five more minutes!" Casey finished.
Derek groaned. "Hurry up!" he shouted back and then went back downstairs.
Fifteen minutes later, he heard the girls walking down the stairs.
"About ti—" Derek's words just stopped as he turned to look up at the girls. His eyes focused immediately not on his girlfriend, but on Casey. She looked… breathtaking. She had on a tight green top (Derek's favorite color) and a skirt with a slit all the way up her thigh that showed off her long legs. Her make-up wasn't drastic, but since she never wore much, it made her look even more… alluring. Yes, alluring was the word that Derek would use for her. Her hair was scrunched a bit, creating loose waves down her shoulders. She smiled just faintly, but in a tantalizing way. And she was looking right at him, not Sam.
Sam hadn't even turned around yet, so into his program.
"Wow," Derek let out a breath. It was meant for Casey, but Emily giggled.
She went over and took Derek's arm. Derek had to almost physically unglue his eyes from Casey to look down at his own dressed-up girlfriend. She looked good, but didn't hold a candle to Casey.
"Are we ready to go?" Casey asked, hands on her hips as she looked at her boyfriend. Sam hadn't even looked at her.
"Yeah," Sam just said, his eyes still on the TV.
"Where are we going, anyway?" Derek asked Emily, who was the unspoken coordinator of this double date evening.
"I got us reservations at Chez Jaques-Louis," Emily smiled proudly.
Derek inwardly groaned. He hated that expensive French bistro. "Great."
Emily giggled at Derek again, clutching him even more tightly to her. Derek looked up at Casey in desperation. She just gave a small smile, a twinkling in her eyes that made Derek just want to grab her and kiss her breathless. But that's when Sam looked up, shutting the TV off. He raised his eyebrows at Casey.
"You look nice," he said to her.
Nice? Derek scoffed to himself. She looked nice when she woke up in the morning, bleary-eyed with her hair tangled and no make-up on. Right now, she looked amazing, to say the least.
Casey gave him a short smile. Derek noticed that the smile didn't even reach her eyes. She let him slip his arm around her. Derek looked away.
"Let's go then!" Emily exclaimed giddily.
The four of them walked out and got into Sam's car. Casey sat in the front with Sam, of course, and Derek and Emily got into the back. Derek glanced over at Emily, who was leaning up against him, staring at his profile. It was a bit uncomfortable for him. She just smiled, and when he looked down at her again, she caught his lips in a somewhat sloppy kiss. Casey's eyes met Derek's via the passenger side mirror.
"So, it's on Farceur Ave, right Emily?" Sam asked.
Emily broke the kiss. "Yeah, just by that Tim Horton's off of Main Street."
Casey and Derek both looked out the window, each silently praying that they would be able to make it through the night without giving away their secret.