Chapter Twelve
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Derek woke up mid afternoon the next day, his mind and heart twisted in a mix between anticipation and sheer joy. It was hard for him to believe that he had known Laine for nearly eight months. It seemed like only yesterday that he and Casey were making out in his car.
Boy had things changed, he noted as he stood outside the bathroom. He had been waiting for nearly a half an hour to take a piss, brush his teeth, and take a shower. He was grateful that he was a guy. He could hardly imagine the stress and torture a girl went through before prom.
"Casey" he said, knocking on the door for what seemed like the tenth series that day "I'm gonna piss myself if you don't get out of there right now-"
"Good-" Casey yelled through the door. He could hear her turn on the blow drier.
'Well, at least she's decent-' he muttered under his breath, barging into the bathroom, unzipping his fly, and went to the bathroom.
"Gross-" Casey screamed as she took her glance away from his. She brushed her hair rigorously.
"What are you getting all ready for?" Derek asked her.
"Prom-" She said simply.
"What?"
"Prom."
"No, I mean...what?"
Casey looked at Derek like he was an idiot. "I'm going to prom."
"Yeah, but you- your not old enough!" Derek said.
"I'm going with Max-" Casey said. She couldn't help but smirk a little. She had no idea that Derek was going to react like this. It gave her a feeling of satisfaction inside. "He's in your grade-"
"Casey, don't you know what happens on prom night?" Derek asked.
"Of coarse I do, Derek. I am not nine years old." She began to apply a thin layer of makeup to her face as that smirk glued to her lips. She didn't really need all that makeup, Derek thought.
"No, that's not what I meant." Derek said, shaking his head. He turned to her, "I mean theres a lot of drinking and stuff?"
"So?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Well, I mean, that's not really your sceene-"
"Derek, I am sixteen years old-"
"Just turned-"
"- and I can do whatever the hell I want, when I want-" and with that, she walked out of the bathroom, and slammed her bedroom door.
"She better not dare-" Derek wispiered underneath his breath.
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Derek felt his heart drop to his feet. Never, never in his life had he seen such a beautiful creature. She seemed to glow, with such a radiance that Derek just knew that God in heaven was jelous of her.
"Hi-" Laine said as Derek pinned a corsage onto her wrist. Her makeup was light, focussing on those blue eyes that he could stare into for hours. Her dress was short, but not too revealing with a layered skirt. It was a light turquoise color, popping out her stunning eyes even more. Her hair was down, and she had allowed it's natural curl to come out.
"Hi---" Derek said. He was actually breathless at the mere sight of his girlfriend. Speechless, even, and that was derfinately a first for Derek. Luckily, she spoke.
"Shall we?" She asked, as she held out her hand for him to grab. He took it.
She was so tired, so completely exhausted. Rachel had come over, and helped her with her hair and her makeup, at ten in the morning. She had woken up at six to go to the hospital for a dialysis treatment. The nurses were suprised to see her still walking. She focussed on the clicking of her heels, because it was the only thing that could keep her mind straight, and off the pain in her stomach.
Derek opened the door, and she smiled gratefully as she got in. He shut the door, and ran over to his own side, and got into the car, kissing her Laine on the cheek. She smiled thoughtfully, as she grabbed his hand, rubbing it up against her cheek. "What did I do to deserve you?" She wispiered.
"Guess you were just at the right place at the right time-" Derek smiled as she kissed his hand. He started the car.
She closed her eyes as he drove, just taking this in. Taken in the whole moment. She was al right with it, she decided if she died. She had got do experience so much more than she ever would of had she died three years ago. She had fallen in love, had some of the best moments of her life, and now she was sitting in a beat up old 1984 Honda with the boy she was madly in love with, going to her Junior Prom.
"Laine?" Derek said concerned.
"Wha- Oh. Sorry..." She smiled. She hadn't even noticed the car had stopped. "Sorry, babe. I must of fallen asleep there." They were at their school now. She opened up the car door, and stepped out slowly, wincing in pain and she stumbled out the door. "Whoops-" She said, as she nearly fell to the ground. "Must be these shoes-"
She knew that wasn't the truth.
"Well let me help you there, Miss Bishop-" Derek smiled as he grabbed her hand.
"Well thank you, Mister Venturi-" Laine said. She just wanted this nite to be everything Derek wanted it to be.
As she walked along, she could start to feel her vision blurring. Derek opened the door, and she stepped inside. At least they made it to prom. Laine looked up at him, as she gabbed his face. She pressed her lips ever so lightly against his. She put his hands on her waist. He could feel her trembling. "I just wanted to do that-" She said, and seconds later, she hit the ground.
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Derek could feel the tears dripping from his eyes, onto her hand that he pressed to his face. He had been begging her, pleading for her not to leave him. But the doctors said that she was going to leave him, and soon if they didn't find a donor.
And god were they looking.
Derek had thought about this moment for months, and had rehearsed what he would say if it actually ever happened. If his first love actually died, but at that moment, everything that he had ever thought of, had excaped his mind.
He just kept repeating the same words over and over again.
"I love you, Laine. Please don't go. I need you-"
But he could sense her leaving him, slowly. Even though her eyes were closed, he could just see the life deminishing from them. The monitor beeped in his ears.
And then it stopped.
And he thought he would die there.
But it started again. And he cried again.
He had been there for nearly three hours, and this mantra had repeated. Suddenly a nurse burst into the room. "We have a donor-" She gasped as two more rushed into the room, and began connecting and disconnecting wires. There were so many wired.
"Where are her parents?"
"Gone..." Derek said teary eyed.
"Oh no-" The nurse said.
"What?" Derek asked.
"We need perental permission-"
Derek glanced at the nurse, and then back at Laine. "I'm her husband-"
The nurse looked at him cockeyed. "Aren't you a little young?" She asked.
"Seventeen, and her parents gave the OK..." Derek said. He tried to stop crying, but he couldn't. He was so stressed.
"Then let's go-" The nurse said.
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Derek paced the halls, up and down, up and down.
Up and down.
His vision was blurred with tears and he was near hysterics. It had been six hours since they had taken her.
Six hours was a long time.
A doctor came out. He looked grim, but when he saw Derek, he shook his head and smiled. "Only you would pull that husband shit-"
Derek looked at him blankly.
"We have to wait and see if her body rejects the Kidney. Things are looking good, but they could turn at anytime. For now she's stable. You can go see her in recovery-"
Derek walked away.
"Got to thank the lord for drunk drivers, sometimes-" The doctor muttered.
Derek stopped. "What?" He said as he looked at the doctor.
"Some girl got killed by a drunk driver. That's how your girlfriend got saved. Bittersweet isn't it?'
Derek turned his glance, and saw a swab of a coat. That coat looked so familiar.
"What was the girls name?" Derek asked.
The doctor looked at him. "MacDonald, I think. Yeah.. Casey MacDonald."
Bittersweet.
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Not done yet!
I have two more chapters. Told you you wouldnt expect it.
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I am gonna try and have these last chapters up by Friday.
Aiden.