A/N: Here's chapter dos! I hope you like it. The Italics are a flashback thing. I won't keep you long...just read and review! Thanks. -Mac

Disclaimer: I don't own Life with Derek or the song 'Mistakes We Knew We Were Making' by Mae.

Chapter Two

The Chances We're Taking

Mistakes we knew we were making. Mistakes we knew we were making. Don't think about chances we're taking. Mistakes we knew..

I feel her fingers stop their motion and come to rest curled against my neck. Her breathing steadied and became even. I let out a sigh as I sink back into her pillow, staring at Casey's ceiling. I don't know if I should let myself fall asleep or not. If we overslept even the slightest we could get caught. That wouldn't be good at all, especially under our rather bare circumstances. On the other hand I was getting sleepy.

For nearly six months, we had been planning every second of our time together around Nora and my dad. We had everyone's schedules memorized to a t. Sneaking around is now officially my expertise. Every moment is spent behind closed doors, in secluded corners, hidden away from everyone. Nobody knows. Not anyone. We're keeping everyone in the dark. Everyone.

Casey says I'm just excited by the fact that we could be caught at anytime, but I know she's just as scared as I am of what would happen if my dad or Nora found out. I hope we don't have to find out anytime soon. We both do. I'm sure they wouldn't want us together. They wouldn't be able to accept it. My best guess is they would force us apart and call it a mistake, one to be forgotten. So maybe it is a mistake, but we are completely aware that we're makinng it. If it is a mistake, this is the best mistake I've ever made, and I've made a lot of mistakes.

This is why we've been hiding away. Who wants to hear that something so amazing is a mistake? I don't. I'm sure Casey doesn't. I have never felt this way in my entire life. I fell in love with Casey, she's the real thing for me. I won't let them take that from me or tell me it's wrong. I won't.

Eventually my eyes dropped closed and I was soon fast asleep. Casey says I'm an extremely heavy sleeper and most of the time I am. Casey on the other had is right on the borderline between heavy and light sleeping. When she's exhausted after a late night studying or a long, stressful day at school, once she's out, she's out. But when she's relaxed like she was now--she can be woken up by the smallest sound. However, for me today was different. I was sleeping lightly or at the very least lighter than usual.

While I was sleeping lightly, we were asleep for hours we were asleep far longer than we should have been, which I would realize later. My dad and Nora were due back by early evening, possibly late afternoon. But we slept right through that.

The shrill ring of the telephone broke into my dream. It was a pleasant dream too, about Casey and some wonderful things she could do to me. I grasped at it to get it back, to let the dream world to envelope me again. But it was no use, I was awake. Casey stirred and sat up quickly. She wrapped her blankets around her as she leaned over to pick up the phone.

I rolled over in the opposite direction to look at her alarm clock. I picked it p and brought it closer to get a better look. I blinked the numbers into focus. My dad and Nora should have been home by now, but seeing as we weren't caught I figured they weren't. I sat the clock back down and stood up, off of Casey's bed. I found my boxers at the foot of her bed and slipped them on. My shirt was balled up and laying in the middle of her floor. I picked it up and pulled it on over my head. I opened on of her desk drawers and reached into the back to pull the shirt out. I tossed it to Casey and she pulled it on, letting the blanket fall, before she put the phone to her ear.

It was one of my old tee shirts, one I would rarely wear anymore. Casey had stolen it the first night she spent in my room, which was also our very first night together. She said it was nice to wear something of mine because it smelt like me and it felt like she had be around when she wore it, even if I wasn't. That night and everything about it has been seared into my memory. And I'll say it, I cherish it.

Casey was shuffling through one of my dresser drawers. I had no idea why she had suddenly left my bed pulling on her bra and panties, only to start searching through my drawers. It was taking her a long time to come back too. I figured she was looking for something clean amongst my predominantly dirty laundry. Even if I didn't know why she was looking through it in the first place. She pulled out the wrinkled tee shirt and smiled. I watched her pull it over her head from my seat, propped up against the head of my bed. I chuckled a little as I watched her petite frame drown in the fabric. She turned and glared at me.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Don't laugh at me." Casey commanded as she returned to me. She sat down next to me and I put my arm around her shoulders. "I like it."

"Why?" I questioned, frowning in distaste, "I don't even like it and I own it."

"It smells like you." Casey answered simply and nestled closer to me.

"Surprising since I haven't worn it in like two years." I joked. I took a dramatic whiff of it, leaning into her shoulder. "And it smells like it hasn't been washed since then either."

"Leave me alone, will you." Casey mumbled, slapping me playfully in the chest. "It's like having you hug me when you're not around."

"How would you know? It's the first time you've worn it." I asked.

"It's not the first time." She said it so quietly I got the feeling I wasn't meant to hear it.

"Not the first time? Are you serious?"

"Yes..."

"So how long have you been stealing my clothes?" I raised my eyebrows at her when she looked up at me.

"Borrowing." She corrected, "I always returned it--them."

"How long?" I repeated.

"Since that day you hugged me. I felt so warm and overwhelmed by you. I liked having you wrapped around me." Casey explained. "If you remember that was the same day Marti spilt an entire bottle of grape juice down my shirt."

"Ah, Purple Day." I smiled.

"Yes, Purple Day." Casey repeated with far less enthusiasm as me. It came out as more of a groan. "Well I was dripping like crazy, just soaked. So instead of dripping purple slop all the way to my room I decided to just change into something from the laundry. But all that was left where a bunch of tee shirts: Edwin's, yours and George's. I guess the rest of us girls are were just too neat because we had taken all of our clothes to our rooms already. Edwin's were obviously too small, George's were too big..."

"And mine were just right?" I cut her off, smirking at my own joke.

"Not horribly big."Casey corrected, "So I took one of yours, and that's how it got started."

"The day I hugged you? That was the day..."

"Sam and I broke up." Casey finished. "You hugged me like you really cared. It surprised me. That was a month ago."

"I remember. A week later we got together." I smiled.

"Can you believe we've been together for three weeks? It must be a record for you, huh Derek?" Casey joked.

"Very funny." I scowled at her. "You know you're different."

"I better be." Casey replied. She pressed a light kiss to my jaw.

"Have I ever told you, you look incredibly sexy in my clothes?" I said before draggin her down onto the bed with me on top of her. I growled as I leaned down to kiss her neck sloppily.

She twisted beneath me as she laughed, "Derek stop!"

I pulled back and looked her directly in the eyes. She smiled softly. One of her hands reached up to touch my cheek gently. I dipped down and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"I'm glad you decided to stay tonight." I whispered into her ear.

"Be glad my mom and George took the kids to visit yet another obscure relative I've met, probably, once." Casey responded.

"You're amazing, you know that?" I smiled, "You couldn't just let it be about you?"

"Well it's true!" Casey exclaimed. "If they hadn't gone, this wouldn't be happening right now."

"It was really special to me too, you do know that, right?"

"I know." Casey nodded. "It was nothing against you."

"Good." I murmured.

"Derek..." Casey said.

"Yes, Casey?" I responded.

"Thanks for the shirt." Casey replied and laughed at the expression that spread across my face.

I was shook from my memory by the look that fell over Casey's face. She had greeted the person on the other end calmly. I had figured it was my dad or Nora explaining why they were late and saying they would be home soon. Traffic. Lizzie and Edwin wanted to stay later at their party. Marti refused to leave the ice cream parlor until she had tasted every flavor offered. There was a logical explanation and they would give it. I wasn't worried. Why would I be worried? We were in a constant state of chaos. Tardiness had to be one of our specialties, along with messiness and disorganization. I should have been worried.

Casey looked absolutely crushed, upset would have been an understatement. I couldn't imagine what was going on in her head. I couldn't imagine what had been said to make her look like that. Her responses were limited to one worded phrases, so I was given no insight to the conversation.

"Casey, what's wrong?" I asked quietly. She turned to look at me and the look in her eyes silenced all of my future questions. Something was really wrong.

I waited for her to get off the phone. She would tell me. I highly doubted it was my dad or Nora on the phone. I couldn't think of anything they could have said to upset her that bad. I didn't even realize I was pacing. I forced myself to stop moving and stood still for a moment. I ended up sitting down next to Casey. I waited.

Finally Casey let the phone slip out of her hand and back on the hook. She sat silently, her face dropped into her hands. I slowly reached over to stroke her back gently. I was trying to comfort her, to ease the tension that had settled into her body. Now I was worried. Casey was really scaring me. Something was incredibly wrong. Incredibly, incredibly wrong.

"Casey, what is it?" I questioned, "Tell me what's wrong. Please Casey, you're really freaking me out here."

Casey sat up straight and turned to look at me. I felt her take a deep breath and then sigh. I reached over and enclosed one of her hands in mine, lacing my fingers with hers. Her silence was biting at my nerves. I was anxious for an explanation. I could understand that it might be hard for her to get the words out but she had to give me something. I was completely freaking out and she was just looking at me, as quiet as ever. Finally she opened her mouth to speak and the words, I would soon dread, fell out.

"There's been an accident."

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