Chapter Two.
Hi again, it's me! Thank you all for the reviews. I'm glad no one is sick of Dasey fics! I'm not either! And I realize it may be out of character, but let's imagine this is a different "LWD", and Derek and Casey are just regular ole people, not a happily distorted family on Disney - Of course, without Disney, we wouldn't have "LWD" or Dasey fics! Hehe:)
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"Oh-ho-ho," Derek laughed, falling onto the couch in his living room, "that girl was such a tight ass."
Half of the boys he was with earlier had gone home, and he was now just with his friend Sam. "Yeah - I mean, I guess." Sam wasn't much for the crazy antics that Derek's friends caused. And he really didn't consider Derek's friends his friends at all. "Um, am I crashing here tonight?" he wondered.
"Dude, it's all up to you." Derek was still breathing heavily from the running home, so he left the decision up to Sam.
Popping his cheeks out and twiddling his thumbs, he thought for a second, and then shook his head. "I think I'm gonna jet," he answered, jumping up from the couch. He cracked his neck, and then brushed his fingers through his hair. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Kay..."
Sam informed, "It is summer now, so I'm sure I'll be seeing you way more."
"Yep, I know it's the summer. That's why I figured you'd just stay here for, like, the whole time." Derek stood up as well, standing next to Sam and eyeing him. "Do I really bore you that much, man?" he asked.
Shaking his head and chuckling, Sam waved at Derek and walked to the front door. As he opened it, he said, "I'll call you," and then left.
Derek rolled his eyes, not really caring either way why Sam didn't want to hang out. And as Derek did his thing, Sam was outside walking home. Looking up at the dark sky, he wondered why he chose to hang out with Derek sometimes. But it all came down to the fact that he just was his friend, and that's just how some friends are. Pondering this, he didn't even see Casey coming toward him, dwelling on the night she had just had. The two bumped, and fell backward, but both caught themselves before hitting the pavement.
"Shit, um, I'm really sorry." Sam smiled charmingly at Casey, who growled in response. "Whoa, don't mean to ruin your night a second time."
"Who said my night was ruined?" Casey asked, putting her hands on her hips.
Sam looked at her small hands, and suddenly his mind raced to ideas that he knew shouldn't have about a girl his best friend had just dissed. "I'm sorry," he repeated. Then he continued to walk, stepping around Casey, who stood still.
"Hey, why do you hang out with that ass hole anyway?"
Sam turned around. He was just asked the question he had wondered about just moments before bumping into her. "It's Derek – he's, like, my best friend," he explained.
Casey nodded. "Okay."
"Did you just move here?"
Opening her eyes wide to show her surprise, Casey retorted, "Why are you asking?"
"Well, you asked me something." Sam's eyes kept reverting back to Casey's cleavage, which wasn't too obvious, but just enough for it to bring his eyes quickly back down every time he thought Casey wouldn't notice.
"No," she said, "I didn't just move here."
Sam was taken aback. He had never seen Casey before, and figured he would remember her if he had. "Really? I've lived here all my life. I don't get it..."
"I do. I'm a dork, you're a jock. Tada, it's a wonder how simple-minded you are."
"So you're saying I just never saw you, but that you know me?"
Casey shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and then admitted, "Ok, I just guessed on the jock thing."
"And--"
"And about you being simple-minded."
Sam smiled. He nodded at nothing in particular. "So you did just move here?" he asked.
Casey shook her head. "A month ago - Not that long."
"And how is it that you have a boyfriend, only being here one month?"
"How is it that you know I have a boyfriend?" Casey crossed her arms.
"You told Derek." He motioned toward Derek's house, and then realized that Casey didn't live there, and wouldn't know what he was motioning at.
Casey didn't notice, or didn't care to understand, and stated, "My boyfriend is just visiting. He's leaving tomorrow, not that it's any of your business."
He shrugged, ad then put his hands up in defense. "You're the one who told me."
"You're the one who asked." Casey cocked her head to the side, and then dropped her hands to her sides, as if in defeat. "I've gotta go." She started to walk away.
This time, Sam stopped her. "Where's the chips you took?" he asked, realizing now that she wasn't carrying the Potato Chips she had run out with from the store.
"I took them back," she said, and continued walking.
Sam lifted an eyebrow, not understanding Casey at all. "Didn't you want 'em?"
"Oh, I got over it."
Casey was almost down a block, and Sam yelled, "Hey! Maybe I'll see you around!" He saw her shrug, not minding either way. He went on his way home, and couldn't help but enjoy Casey's bitch talk, so he decided to call it.
From the Venturi house, Derek had seen the incident through the living room window. He went up to his room, and also couldn't help but think about the girl he really didn't know, except for the fact that he had put his forced his lips to her own, and that he hadn't treated her very well. Though he told himself he hoped to never see her again, he knew he would.
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Hi again, I hope that was ok! I've been listening to a lot of Coldplay, so I'm happy and love this fic either way, lol. Oh, and don't even think for a second that this is turning into a Sam/Casey fic. Blasphemy! R&R soon:)