Alright, well, as amazing as it's been writing this, I'm afraid Forbidden is coming to an end. I may write a sequel, but don't get your hopes up. Thanks for all of the follows, favorites, and reviews!
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extra note-
thanks to mmcutie for the advice on this! :)
The moment Casey was allowed visitors Derek was back in her room. She hadn't woken up yet, but Derek almost preferred it that way. Every waking moment he was there Casey was yelling about Chelsea, screaming at him or looking like she might cry. It was maddening.
That particular day, though, Derek let himself come, despite the fact that she may not wake up that day, despite the fact that she would scream if he did, despite the fact that she would still be angry about the Chelsea thing. She has reason to be mad. Derek told himself. You forgot to mention the past love of your life and current maybe-girlfriend to your other current maybe-girlfriend. That qualifies for douche bag treatment.
Derek's self-hate party was interrupted by Casey stirring. She slowly sat up, wincing as she did so. "Casey, how are you feeling?" he asked, sitting down in the incredibly familiar cushioned chair next to Casey's bed. "I feel like I just got out of surgery, Derek." Casey snapped, but her face showed little or no emotions at all. "Casey, seriously, how are you?" Derek asked before noticing something on her bedside table. "You haven't read the letters yet, Casey?" Derek asked, suddenly filled with nervous energy. He played with the drawstring of his shorts, trying to ignore the look of pity and curiosity on Casey's face. "What do they say, Derek?" she asked, picking up the oldest letter.
Casey-
I'm so sorry this is my fault, and by the time you-re reading this-if you read this- that means you'll be rolling your eyes. Typical Space-Case. Anyway, this is my update.
Smarti's okay, but she misses you. Lizzie's going out of her mind without you around the house, and Edwin's pretty much toting on Lizzie. He TOTALLY doesn't like her (at this point Casey snorted, then continued reading)
Nora and George are taking the kids to see family in New York for a little while. George says it will help Lizzie, Edwin and everyone calm down, but I think it would be even more stressful to leave you here, hence the me being in Canada part. I hope you like the break from your oh-so-stressful life
Get well soon,
Derek
Casey grinned as she read the letter, her smile widening farther as she noticed Derek's crimson cheeks. "What's the next one say?" she asked, grabbing the next one on the bottom of the stack. She and Derek alternated reading the letters out loud for what seemed like hours, but might have been minutes, until finally there was one left.
Casey gingerly picked it up, unsure of what she would find. There was an object in the envelope, Casey could tell. Derek blushed even more "You don't have to read that." Derek said quietly. Knowing what she had to do, Casey opened the parcel and pulled out the letter first.
Casey, I know we don't exactly get along, plus this may or may not be illegal, but will you, Casey McDonald...
Casey's eyes widened as she fumbled around in the paper envelope. She pulled out a velvet box, opening it gingerly and-
Gotcha!
She re-read the note twice, feeling like puking, laughing, crying and punching him. Then she noticed what lay beneath the note.
A delicate diamond ring lay underneath the paper. The band was twists of gold and silver thread and set in the center was a single diamond. She blinked three times, just staring at the ring. "So, what do you say?" Derek asked nervously. "Yes!" Casey shouted, bouncing in the hospital bed. "really?" Derek asked hopefully.
"obviously, De-rek!"
