I don't own Life with Derek sadly I just like to have fun with the characters.
Summery: Derek hates everything about Casey, but then why does he love her?!
XOXOXOXO
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
I hate her eyes. Her big bright blue eyes that always look down on me. Making me feel like a total moron. The way her eyes look when she's glaring at me. I hate that her eyes give away so much. I can always tell when she's mad, upset, or totally fine, which I hate; I could care less what mood she's in because either way I piss her off anyway. But when I know she's stressed or upset I back off, and I, Derek Venturi never backed down...until I met her. Like this one time.
I saw Casey lying on the couch just starting at the wall and I thought it'd be funny to scare her from behind. So I crept up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders hard making her turn around and look at me with tears in her eyes.
I moved back. I was not expecting her to be crying. My mind completely froze as her eyes burned into mine. What could she be crying about? She's too strong to cry.
"Go away!" She said angrily her voice scratchy and soft.
I didn't say anything... I didn't know what to say. So I just walked upstairs sitting on the stairs as I watched her cry.
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
I hate how she gets me to be nice to her, to show her the slightest bit of emotion that I only show Marti. She gets me to do good things for her when she's really in desperate need. Like when Scott, Lizzie's soccer coach was playing her, I felt so guilty that I didn't tell her and I don't know why, so instead of telling her directly I made a fool of him and he ended up telling Casey himself.
Or that day when her day came to visit and I saw her crying and she was really upset that I got to talk to her dad more then she did. I couldn't get that image out of my mind and I ended up calling her dad.
"Eric McDonald." I heard on the other end
"Mr. McDonald it's Derek Venturi." I said hesitantly
"Derek? I haven't even gotten on the plane, what can I do for you?" He asked surprised that I called so soon.
"It's about Casey. She's really upset that she didn't get to spend anytime with you." I said feeling like I was doing the right thing by calling him.
"How do you know?" He asked his voice filled with guilt
"She...she's just easy to read." I say. I didn't want to tell him she was crying he seems like he's upset enough.
"What should I do?" He asks me defeated after a minute of silence
"I think you should get your butt over here before she starts feeling worse." I say and he laughs
"Hey Derek?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for taking care of my daughter I can tell you really care about her."
"Yeah sure, just do me a favor and don't tell Casey I called you." not denying or admitting to what he said
"Deal." He says before hanging up
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate how she always fights with me on something that involves me getting my way.It's like she can't comprehend that I always get my way. Everyone knows; Whatever Derek wants, Derek gets!
Even the simplest things like not doing the dishes she would stand up and yell at dad or Nora saying it was completely unfair that I do nothing around the house and she does everything. She would call family meetings saying things need to change around the house when it never does; so she wastes everyone's time.
It annoys the shit out me, she does it almost everyday!
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate how she wants to change everything. She wants to make everything perfect. Like the house; she's always trying to change it in some way or another. Like new curtains, cleaning the bathroom and putting pink towels on the rack and toilet warmer on our toilet. What the hell is a toilet warmer anyway?!?
Or me; she's always trying to change me, and I hate her for it. Like she told me I would look more like a gentleman if I cut my shaggy hair. I LOVE my hair. I would not change the way my hair looks for anyone, and I told her that! There is no way!
She even tried to change Marti one time and I completely snapped! No one, not even me would ever try to change Marti, she is someone no one can mess with or else they'd be dead! I got so pissed off at her I screamed in her face telling her she had no soul if she wanted to change a seven year old.
She looked so hurt, but I didn't care ;she crossed a line and now she knows not to cross it again!
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate that she knows me better then anyone else. She sees all of me.
"She doesn't know the real you." Casey said and I looked at her
"No, she only sees the babe magnet part of me, unlike you who sees all of me." I said softly before walking out not letting her say anything as to what I admitted.
I wish she didn't. I wish she just thought I was this spoiled jerk who only thought of myself. I don't want her to know me.
She's seen every part of me. The part when I'm lazy and I make Edwin do everything for me, when I'm angry and I snap at everyone that tries to get me to talk to them, when I'm upset and I just sit in my room and listen to loud music sulking, when I'm with Smarti and I'm so loving and passionate to my little sister, every emotion she's seen, she's even seen me cry.
I was holding the picture of my mother in my hand. My dad just told me he got a phone call from my Aunt Becca, my mother was in a car accident and she was killed.
I couldn't feel anything. My whole body was numb, I just wanted to sit in the middle of my floor and stare at the picture. Why her? Why did she have to leave? She was the only one that believed in me!
Then I heard my door open and I didn't move, I wanted to scream at whoever it was to get out and I wanted to be alone but I couldn't, I could barley even speak.
"Derek." I heard Casey whisper generally concerned. She sat down beside me.
"George told me what happened, are you okay?" She asks touching my hand for a second but I quickly moved.
"Do I look okay to you? No I'm not okay, my mother just died!" I screamed at her and I saw the tears form in her eyes and I felt the sting in my eyes as tears fell down my face as well. I fell to the floor and curled myself in a ball and cried.
I felt her wrap her arms around me tightly and I hugged her tightly, I didn't want her to see my cry but I didn't care I just want to release my pain and she just happened to be there, and a part of me was glad it was her, because a part of me knew she'd understand and not judge me for once.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me
I hate that she is so hot when she's angry. I hate when she got me so mad this one time and I ended up putting her in the bath tub and turning on cold water; when she tried to get up I had to get on top of her. and then we just stopped. I think she noticed how close we were and I noticed that my lips were only inches away from her's, and the we both leaned in and kissed each other. It was probably one of the most passionate kisses in my life!
I hate that I lost my virginity to her. This is something no one knows, not even Sam. I always wanted to lose my virginity to someone I really cared about. Sappy but it was the truth. I just got so into the passion we ended up having sex.
It was incredible I can't even describe how good it felt. Her soft lips that tasted like watermelon , her soft, big lushes breast. The way she arched into me, her moan, the way her tongue felt when she sucked my cock, everything.
I remember detail for detail about that day. Me, someone who can't even remember what he had for breakfast.
I hate that every night from that moment on when she would sneak into my room late at night and we would fuck all night long I want it to be something more.
I want to wake up everyday feeling her warm, naked body next to me. I want what we have to be public, I could care less what people think of me, but I wouldn't want anyone to think bad about her.
I hate that after we were done and she would fall asleep on my chest I would whisper to her that I love her before kissing the top of her head and relish the feeling of her sleeping on me.
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
I hate that she got me to fall for her. I hate that I want to tell her that I love her but I will never get the chance. I hate that I fell for my step sister. What's wrong with me?!
I hate that I can't blame this on her. I wish I could but for once I have to admit this is my fault. She didn't ask for something serious, in fact she didn't say anything she just comes in my room every night and kisses me. We never really spoke about what this was, or how far we are willing to go.
So how am I suppose to tell her I love her and I want to be with her as something other then fuck buddies when the most she says to me when she comes to my room, is her moaning my name.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I just don't get it. Everything in my mind is telling me I should hate her. Which I do; I hate every thing about her.
Her stupid big blue eyes that give away too much, her urge to make everything perfect, the way she gets me to be nice to her, EVERYTHING!
And yet I love it, I hate her, but I can't stop loving her.
Now how do I tell her? Or do I just keep it to myself until I finally lose it?
Hope you liked!
I'm not sure if that's how I want to end it.