"Casey hurry UP," Derek yelled up the stairs. They were going to be late to Lars' New Year's Party.

"One minute Derek, I need to fix my make-up!"

Derek just gave a loud annoyed sigh, and leaned against the banister once more.

"Ready!" he heard at the top of the stairs. He turned.

She floated down the stairs in a light pink flowing dress. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail, with a few strand of hair loose and framing her face. Their eyes caught. She tripped.

She fell forward and straight into Derek's waiting arms. "Klutzilla…" he smirked.

"Yeah, yeah…you keep on laughing," she replied wearing a similar smirk, "but I will find a way to get back at you."

"Oh really?" he questioned.

"Yup." She replied sincerely. He leaned in and kissed her.

"De-REK! We have to save the kiss 'till midnight!" she laughed, swatting his arm playfully.

"Ugh, I think that's punishment enough for the Klutz comment…" he pouted.

"Pouting never looked good on you, stick with the smirk." She called over her shoulder as she left the house.

Derek smiled at her retreating figure. It had taken a while to get used to their odd relationship, then it took a while trying to convince everyone else that it was right, but he was happy with it through all of their ups and downs. He quickly exited the house locking the door behind him.

Casey sat in the passenger seat waiting for him to come to the car. She swore she would leave without him if he didn't hurry up, but of course Derek wouldn't let her drive, especially since it was his 'brand new baby'. Never in her life had she seen anyone have so much affection for an inanimate object. Then again, she did buy it for him on their two-year anniversary. Nah, it was probably just the car.

At the party Casey ran to meet Emily, her best friend for life. She intended to stay with Emily past midnight as a method of torture for Derek. Of course Emily had her fiancé, Sam to be with, so Casey couldn't use her as a means of avoidance.

Casey sat in the kitchen and heard the countdown from the living room. 20, 19, 18,17…

Sure it was a way to torture Derek, but she wanted a midnight kiss with him too. She sighed. …10, 9, 8, 7…

Torturing herself was no way to torture Derek! She sat up quickly almost knocking the chair down in the process. She made a dash for the living room. She burst open the door and knocked into someone. …5, 4, 3…

"Thought you'd make me suffer?" A voice smirked "Too bad." His lips were on hers. …0

"Happy new year Mrs. Venturi."

AN/ Obviously I've decided on a short epilogue. Hope you liked, REVIEWS would be very nice!

I'm currently working on a new story in the form of a script. Let me know if you thinkI should risk posting it as a script, even though it's not allowed, or if I should try to change it. I don't know how changing it would affect the storyline and I'm a bit uneasy about it, so let me know!

Thanks to all who reviewed or simply read, and remember...I don't own the wonderful thing that is LWD. End.