Author's Note: Hmm... still not that great of a response, but I wrote another chapter for those who are actually reading lol. Thanks :-) And I hope you enjoy the DATE! Hehe.
The four of them sat in the fancy restaurant, Emily all bouncy and excited, Sam passive and looking bored as always, and both Casey and Derek looking uncomfortable. They kept sneaking glances at each other behind their menus.
"What are you gonna get?" Emily batted her eyelashes up at Derek, rubbing his arm sweetly.
Derek casually pulled away his arm, pretending to be thirsty as he reached for his glass of water. "Um, I don't know," he said after taking a sip. He almost spat out his water as he choked on it, feeling a dainty foot brush against his leg seductively. He looked over at Casey, who was sitting directly across from him, a devilish smile on her face.
The waiter came over as Casey foot softly rose up Derek's leg, and Derek had to fight to remain still and calm in his seat like nothing was going on under the table. Casey wanted to rile him up. Sam was being boring and no fun.
"Can I get you all some drinks?" the waiter asked, scratching his moustache indifferently.
"I'll have mineral water with lemon, please," Emily ordered before everyone else. She then smiled over at her boyfriend. "Derek?"
Derek was about to order when he felt Casey's foot graze against… well, a place that you didn't want to toy with when you were in public. He half-gasped, half-yelped, and then grew red as the waiter, Emily, and Sam all looked at him as if I had lost it. Casey simply gave her stepbrother an innocent smile.
"Uh… C-Coke," Derek manage in a stutter, throwing Casey a glare as the waiter jotted his drink preference down.
"Same," Sam nodded up at the waiter. Derek rolled his eyes, swearing to himself that the kid has no mind of his own.
Casey ordered a diet Coke with no ice and looked over at her stepbrother again once the waiter was gone. He was listening to Emily chew his ear off about some school gossip that Derek clearly didn't care about.
She looked over at her own boyfriend, who was studying the menu like he would be given a test on it in just a few minutes. "So… Sam, how's Angela doing?" His oldest sister was pregnant with Sam's first nephew.
"Good," Sam shrugged. He didn't seem nearly as excited as she would be if she was going to be an aunt. Like if Lizzie or Edwin or Marti or Derek was to have a kid.
Casey immediately wrinkled her nose. She didn't want to think about Derek marrying some other woman and having kids with her… having this happy life. Not that she and Derek were really together or anything. It was all a secret. But Casey often wondered… was it meant to be just that? Some secret from their teen years that nobody will ever know?
Derek met Casey's eyes, but she wasn't really looking at him. She looked like she was zoned out, in deep thought. And by the look on her face it wasn't some happy thought, either. He tapped her gently with his foot, giving her a questioning look. She immediately came back to reality and after a pause gave Derek a slight smile.
The waiter came back with their drinks and they all ordered hors d'oeuvres. Derek wasn't thrilled about it; he liked getting right down to the entrée. But Emily insisted that he had to get an hors d'oeuvre, so he ordered a bowl of some stupid soup just to get her off of his back.
Sam and Casey seemed to get into some kind of conversation, but Derek couldn't hear it because Emily was in yet another ramble. He just nodded every once in awhile, willing for the clock to tick faster so he could get out of this hellish date.
Hors d'oeuvres came much too slowly, and Derek occupied himself with his soup, trying to block out Emily's insistent blather. He watched Sam lean in to whisper something in Casey's ear and watched her smile. Not able to take it, he looked away quickly, staring back down into his bowl.
Casey glanced at the delicate silver watch on her wrist every so often, hoping that time would move in double-time or something like that. The way Derek was absently rubbing his soupspoon against his lips was driving her insane. She wanted to grab him and ravage him on the table, but figured that wouldn't be a great idea. Especially because her boyfriend was sitting right next to her, as Derek's girlfriend was next to him.
She never noticed how much Emily talked. Wow, that was getting annoying.
The waiter cleaned up the hors d'oeuvres, and Derek almost cheered when they finally got to order entrées. It meant that they were closer to this stupid date coming to an end.
Derek felt like beating his head against the table until he was knocked unconscious so he wouldn't have to listen to Emily's talking anymore. Just to shut her up, he even resorted to grabbing her and kissing for a long time on the mouth. His ears thanked him for the few moments of quiet.
Casey looked away quickly, feeling twinges of jealousy grab at her heart. She just had to remind herself that Derek would be hers again in just a few hours. All hers.
NOT Emily's.
Casey and Sam engaged in a boring talk about their English teacher, and as soon as Derek released Emily, she joined in the conversation as well. Derek let out a silent groan at hearing her talking again.
The rest of dinner was just as uncomfortable. And just went Casey and Derek both thought it was over, Emily decided that they had to order dessert. Casey wasn't happy about this. Not even chocolate mousse could make her feel better about this whole awkward situation.
So it was another twenty minutes before they could leave. As they were heading out into the dark cool Canadian air, Derek grabbed Casey.
"You have some chocolate on your face," he smirked and, with a risk, leaned into her and gently ran his warm tongue on the side of her mouth, licking the mousse off of her.
She smiled. "Thanks," she whispered, giving him a wink before she went back over to Sam so as to not raise suspicion.
Derek ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the flavor of chocolate-covered Casey.
That put some X-rated images in his head…
"Now we should go see a movie," Emily leaned against Derek as they got into the car.
Derek groaned loudly, not caring who heard. He just wanted this damn date to be over with!
Emily giggled, swatting her boyfriend playfully. "Don't worry; no chick flicks."
Casey let Sam take her hand as they walked into the movie theatre. She could practically see Derek's muscles tightening at the action. She gave him a soft smile, assuring him that it was him she would rather be with, and he seemed to relax just slightly.
Of course, Emily picked the movie since she was the coordinator of this whole nightmare. Derek was just glad that in the cinema, Sam and Emily both took the outside chairs of a row of four in the back of the theatre, leaving Casey and Derek in the middle together.
"I heard this is a great movie!" Emily assured them all excitedly, snuggling against Derek's shoulder. Sam lamely put his arm around Casey as the movie started up. Casey subtly slid one hand over to Derek's chair, finding his hand. He willingly gave his hand up to Casey, letting her soft fingers lace through his larger, rougher ones.
They both smiled to themselves.
Derek and Casey almost forgot to release their hands as the credits began rolling and the lights turned on. Emily had tried to make out with Derek during the movie, but he had skillfully evaded her. Casey had watched this, a highly amused smile on her face. Sam seemed bored, as always.
"Is the date over now?" Derek asked his girlfriend pleadingly. She giggled misinterpreting his tone.
"Don't worry, we'll do this again soon," Emily grinned up at him as they walked back to the car.
"Great," Derek muttered sarcastically. He looked over just in time to see Sam swooping down and capturing Casey's perfect pink lips. Trying to control the sudden surge of jealousy that flashed through him, Derek growled and bruisingly crushed his lips against Emily's.
If he closed his eyes and didn't concentrate, he could pretend he was kissing the one he wanted to be kissing.
As soon as Sam released Casey, she looked over and tried to hide her frown as she saw her stepbrother making out with her best friend. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was really into it, too. Swallowing her feelings, she got into Sam's car, waiting for the two to be done so this awful night would come to an end.
Even in the car, Derek and Emily were making out. Casey kept her teeth clenched together and angrily stared out the window at the houses passing by as they drove on.
That's when she heard it.
"Casey…" Derek moaned from the back. Instantly, Casey snapped her head to look at her stepbrother with wide eyes. Emily quickly pushed Derek away from her, her own eyes wide with confusion. Even Sam took his eyes off the road to look back at Derek, his forehead creased.
"What!" Emily demanded, looking from Derek to Casey.
Shit was all Derek could get through his head. Shit…shit…shit…
"Uh… Casey... I was…uh…just wondering if you had the house keys," Derek made up quickly. "I realized that I forgot them."
Casey immediately looked at Emily to see if she bought it. Her best friend, God love her, was as flaky as they come. She bought it right away. But Casey didn't dare to breathe yet, looking over at her boyfriend.
His face didn't register anything, and his eyes were back on the road. Casey couldn't tell if it was a good sign or a bad sign. Deciding to take it as a good one, Casey let herself relax.
And, as Emily began rambling about who-knows-what, Derek closed his eyes briefly in relief. That had been a close one.
Derek walked Emily over to her house once Sam parked his car in front of the MacDonald-Venturi household. Casey made sure to initiate a long kiss goodnight, hoping that he wasn't suspicious or anything. He kissed her back, and she was glad for that. Derek came back over to her once Emily had gone into her own house.
Together, Derek and Casey both waved to Sam as he drove away.
"Close one!" Casey exclaimed as soon as Sam was out of viewing range. She punched Derek in the shoulder.
"Sorry!" he growled, rubbing his arm where she had hit him. "Geez, you've got a good arm, woman."
"And don't you ever forget it," she smiled triumphantly, her anger seemingly dissipating abruptly. "That was a hell of a double date, huh?"
He chuckled, shaking his head in agreement as they quietly went into their house. It was late, and most, if not all, of their family would be sleeping. "It was the epitome of suckage."
Casey snorted. "The epitome of suckage?" she asked him quietly in the dark. "You're so weird."
"Weird but hot," Derek smirked cockily as they went upstairs together.
"I'm not going to disagree," Casey said coyly as they walked over to their rooms. She bit her lower lip, staring at Derek in the dim light. "Were you thinking of me while you were kissing Emily?"
"Always," Derek answered honestly, reaching out and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Casey smiled at his admission.
Derek reached over and took her by the waist, pulling her towards him gently and finding her lips. She closed her eyes, instantly growing weak as he kissed her. Sam Kisses could never compare with Derek Kisses. Ever.
"Mmm…" she moaned happily as his tongue slid into her mouth. He reached up and began tugging at the bottom of her shirt, but Casey reluctantly stopped him with her hand.
"I'm sorry, Derek…" she murmured apologetically. "I'm just really tired…"
"It's okay," Derek released her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "I am, too. Especially after that double date from hell."
Casey muffled a laugh. "No kidding… rain check?" she asked, searching his eyes in the darkness.
"Definitely," he said, and they kissed one last time before going to bed in their separate bedrooms.