Only You

by Dye-my-hands-violet

How do you tell the one person that matters, I want you, only you, forever? Derek confesses he cares for Casey when he comes home drunk, but kisses another girl when she confesses. She ignores him for two months until finally...Dasey. R&R Complete!

24. Date with Rachel

Author's NoteThere is some strong language that I don't use often. So, yeah. I know that it's rated M, but I still feel the need to warn you. .

DisclaimerDye-my-hands-yellow is on the set with Michael Seater, and he has given her full rights to the show, and his body. Lucky brat. (Ha-ha. JK JK I don't own Life with Derek and neither does my sister.)

Derek and Rachel had small talk while they waited for their food to be served. When the waitress set down the plates he looked to see what she ordered. It was salad and fish, with lots of spices. His order was simple. Hot wings, fries, onion rings and macaroni. She looked up at him from her plate with a contemplating expression. He pretended he didn't notice. Casey smiled up at him again and again, over in his mind. It began to bother him that he didn't actually cancel.

"So, Derek, tell me about your family." My family? Casey was the first he thought of.

"You mean do they annoy me, or about their personalities?"

"Whatever." She responded shrugging her shoulders. Derek looked up in thought.

"Well, my Dad's an all right guy. I take after him in the prank department; it's sort of a family tradition." He said, smirking. She leaned forward, intrigued. "Edwin is sort of my helper, he gets me money when I want it, and I funnel the money back to him when I pay him to do my homework."

"Clever." Rachel said softly.

"Marti, my little sister, she's so adorable." He smiled. "If I had a favorite sib- It would be her." If I had a favorite person…It would be Casey. She kisses like no other. He smirked.

"How cute."

"My step-mom Nora seems nice, but I honestly don't talk to her much. What I do know is that she's a lot like my step-sis Casey, but not nearly as uptight."

"I take it you don't like her."

"Casey?" Rachel nodded her head yes. Derek thought of their first kiss. He definitely liked it; He definitely liked her. "I don't know actually."

"Why do you say that?" He let out a breathy sigh. Derek didn't feel like spilling emotions. That was never up there on the 'fun' list.

"Casey is complicated. Simple as that."

"Hmm. She must be complicated if that's the only way you can describe it. Simply complicated." Derek smirked. That makes sense. Maybe I'll use that in an argument should it ever fit.

"Then there's Lizzie. She's into sports like me."

"Do you coach her?"

"I did once."

"What happened?"

"Why don't you tell me about your family?" Rachel rolled her eyes. He smiled when he thought of Casey rolling her eyes.

"My mom is… I don't know. I don't like her." She put her hand on her forehead and leaned on it. "My sister, my evil twin-sister, is, complicated. I can't describe her."

"What makes her evil?" Derek asked curiously.

"Well, evil isn't actually the right word. Opposite would be a better word. She's perfect, and she boasts it in my face." Derek had a thought, and interrupted her before she could continue.

"Do you live around here?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I haven't seen you at school; you go to school right?" She smirked at him.

"I dropped out a couple of years ago. Even if you saw me you wouldn't recognize me because I used to dress a lot differently from how I dress now." Derek nodded his head.

There was lingering silence in between them, and he took this time to scarf down some food before it began to get cold. Casey was dancing circles around him, and he wondered what it would feel like to see her with someone else. An imaginary Sam and Casey formed in his mind, and they slowly started kissing. In blind frustration he jammed a fork into the macaroni. "Are you ok?" Derek released from his memories and looked up at her.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You seem heh, tense." Derek set the fork down and lifted his upper body.

"I'm just thinking." Oh god, I sound like Casey.

"Thinking? About what?"

"Um. I'd like to know why your mom set us up." Rachel backed away slightly and her hands fell in her lap. She looked around nervously.

"Can I please not talk to you about that?"

"I'm probably never going to speak to you again."

"That's kind of harsh, don't ya think?" Derek smiled.

"Did you really think anything would come out of this? I keep thinking about another girl that I can't tell my parents about. That's why they set me up. They think I'm in a slump, because I usually get with girls nonstop. But I'm with this girl that I can't necessarily be with, and I don't want them to think I'm depressed. Now, tell me. Why'd your mom set you up with me?" Rachel looked around uncertainly, with a mild panicked voice.

"You won't judge me?"

"No. Promise." He gave her a reassuring look. Derek knew that if he even did judge her, he wouldn't say it to such a pretty face. Plus, it probably wasn't as bad as she was making it seem.

"Well, I was…I…" Tears started forming on the rim of her eyelids. Derek's face contorted to that of a worried expression. "I dropped out because I was doing drugs…Then I got involved with this guy. I love having relationships…So I jumped from druggie to druggie and became even more of a junkie." She looked down in shame. "Now that I'm clean, my mom wants me to go on dates with other clean people, so I don't get warped into the world of drugs."

"Wow." Derek let escape a short breath. Rachel started crying, saying something about being needy, love, sex, and something about rape. This girl has major problems. Derek's eyebrows were raised. He didn't know what to do. "Please stop crying!" She looked up.

"How can you say that? I haven't talked to ANYONE about this. EVER. Not even the BLOODY counselor." Derek gripped the back of the seat. A few people were looking at him and her. He got hot with an embarrassment that he didn't feel often. I don't know what to do! She's crying…she's crying. What do I do?! "And you practically told me you FUCKED your step-sister. Derek's mouth dropped.

All eyes were on them, as though they were a TV show, and showed no remorse for being wrapped in a situation that didn't involve them. A girl came up to the distraught Rachel and attempted to take her to the girl's restroom for privacy. Rachel pushed her off and started spewing really mean words. Even Derek wouldn't speak to anyone like that, and often times Derek didn't give a rat's ass.

"She's just trying to help Rachel." He said over her, putting up two defensive hands.

"That's what EVERYONE GODDAMN ASSHOLE THAT CROSSED MY PATH TOLD ME." Derek scooted out of the seat, not wanting to catch the heat of her anger. He ran out of the restaurant, leaving Rachel behind, yelling and screaming.