"I'm fine!" Derek persisted to haggle his father, "Please just let me go to Kendra's party."
"I don't trust that you're well enough," George argued and looked concerned at his son, "We'll see."
"See me, right now. I am fine. I got out of bed fine. I didn't vomit at all last night after dinner or in the nighttime. I am totally fine it was just a fluke food poisoning. Everyone at school is going to think I am dead if I don't go to this party," Derek was getting more annoyed.
"I don't know," George dragged out this sentence meaning that he was leaning toward no.
"Dad, I already told Sam to pick up Casey and I at 9, and it is already 8! He'll be here in an hour," Derek was not giving up and he was pulling out all the cards he could use.
"Casey is going?" Nora chimed in.
"Yeah! Casey really wanted to go to this party," Derek mentioned trying to win her favor.
"Well, if Casey is going…" George started to say.
"Where am I going?" Casey walked into the kitchen from the steps with an empty glass in her hand. She walked over to the sink.
"Kendra's party? Remember? Did you forget to ask Nora?" Derek smiled his fake sweet smile and put his arm around Casey's shoulder.
"I don't rem…" Casey started and Derek cut her off, "You didn't remember to ask Nora? Kendra really wanted you to come."
"She really wanted you to come?" Nora emphasized this statement.
Derek milked this curiosity for all it was worth, "Oh yeah, Kendra wanted to catch up with Casey, and have fun and relax a little bit."
Casey looked mortified when she saw her mother's face light up with excitement, "George I think that we should let Derek and Casey go to Kendra's party. What harm could it do if both Sam and Casey are with Derek?" Nora winked at Casey as Casey flushed pink.
"Maybe I shouldn't go…" Casey tried to think up an excuse and Derek passed her the coldest eyes he could muster, but before he could persuade her to go, Nora cut in, "Nonsense, it'll do you some good."
"Well, I guess I didn't even have to decide," George smiled and kissed Nora's forehead.
"What? Don't I get any say in whether or not I even Want to go to this party?" Casey huffed and looked at her mother.
"Well, I guess. Sorry sweetie I got carried away. I was just assuming that you would want to go if Kendra or other girls would be there," Nora quietly reasoned.
Casey rolled her eyes at her mother, looked at George's confused face, and finally looked at Derek who was standing there with pleading eyes, "I'll go then."
Nora smiled and asked Casey, "Do you need any help getting ready?" Derek sighed relief and gave Nora a quick hug, "Thanks Nora, but I think I can get ready on my own." Derek jolted up the stairs.
Casey fake smiled and forced out, "I think she meant that for me, Derek. And thank you but no, I'll be fine." She dropped her cup in the sink and then stormed upstairs in an angry huff, which was mistaken by Nora to be eager footsteps.
"She must be really excited," Nora smiled at George.
Casey hurried to get ready for the party that she did not want to attend. She picked out a pair of mini jeans shorts and a red plaid shirt. When she tried them on she felt she looked butch so she scratched that outfit thinking she needed something more feminine. She pulled out a green strapless top with beading around the bust and she wiggled into some black leggings. She smiled as she looked in the mirror at her sexy curves.
Knock knock.
"Go away, I am getting ready," Casey yelled annoyed.
The door opened and Casey was greeted, "Sup Keener."
"Do you ever listen?" Casey grumbled not looking at him.
"No, did you even have to ask that?" Derek smirked and looked at Casey checking herself out in the mirror.
Casey rolled her eyes continued to adjust her outfit and hair in the mirror. She glanced at Derek who was watching her through the reflective glass.
"Do you mind, for real? I'm trying to get ready here," Casey was annoyed and flattered.
"I'm just making sure you are wearing appropriate clothing… And I'm sorry Case, that shirt is not passing the test," Derek frowned disapproval.
"What are you talking about? This shirt is absolutely fine."
"I think George and Nora would disagree. It's way too…" Derek was trying to find the word, "Sexy."
Casey saw Derek smirk through the reflection. She rolled her eyes and played along, "I will just have to ask Nora and George if they agree with your 'too sexy' stamp." She turned around and went for the door, but Derek put out his hand.
"Why don't you just take it off try on another one?" Derek's eyebrow rose as he tried to hide his excitement.
Casey covered her face with a visage of disgust. She looked like she wanted to spit on him because he was treating her so carnally. She walked up to him in a stalking manner ready to smack him across the face, and Derek's face tensed with the imminent blow: the sadistic Spacey. Instead Casey's lips went right up to Derek's ear, "I need some help."
The slight wind that Casey blew in his ear made his neck tingle, and he instantly grabbed her hips and started kissing her neck. He lightly sucked to make the tiniest marks below her ear. Casey's eyes fluttered with delight and her hands enticed Derek to continue his playful work. He started to nibble on her ear as her hands scratched his back with desire. He kissed her jawbone working his way until he reached her mouth and the real session started.
Casey could hardly contain her tongue as they stood in her room. Casey's pull on him asked for them to migrate to the floor, but Derek push kept them standing up as he grabbed her thighs forcing her to jump and wrap her legs around him. Her back tensed at the feel of his strength holding her up. She stopped breathing and looked at Derek concerned that he was going to drop her. She blinked a couple of times and looked into his eyes. He stared back, blinking and panting, and finally gave her a small assuring wink.
"Case," Derek tried to slow his breathing and with his arms still holding her up on his hips he walked over to her bed.
"Derek…" Casey said as he laid her down gently and lightly crushed her with his lips. His body pushed into her, and she felt his power with the force of the kiss. She gasped again while he was nibbling her neck. His hands grabbed hers and pinned them to the bed, keeping her in place. His suction was deep on her neck, and he bit it occasionally taking a nip at her neck. She squirmed underneath him with pleasure. Derek pulled back looking at her sparkly green top. He smirked and put his hands on her hips underneath the shirt starting to slowly de-shirt her. His eyes wide with a treasure-seeking gleam that had exposed her skin colored strapless bra as Casey lifted her arms so Derek could uncover the fortune. Panting with expectation she felt her body tremble.
He stopped the unveiling and watched Casey's face contort with concern. Slowing his pace, he tugged at her top, being careful not to hurt her arms or clothes. He pulled one arm out at a time and then he finished with lightly tugging it off her head. His smile was as thin as an apple slice when he looked at her breasts clinging to the strapless bra.
Licking his lips, he reached his arm underneath her and unsnapped the clasp in one try. His fingers tenderly stroked her straps down her arms to reveal two perky mounds. Turning her head to the side, she quickly covered her breasts with one of her arms as best she could. Sitting on top of Casey helped Derek see who was beneath him more clearly. Without looking, she reached out and touched his abs with a sharp intake of air. He bent down, crushing her arm-covered tits and kissed her lips sucking all the air out of her.
He made a motion with his hand to move her arm, but Casey swatted his hand.
"Sorry," Derek saw that she was nervous, and put his hand down.
"Sorry?" Casey was bewildered by an apology from him.
"Yeah… I mean," Derek couldn't find any words as he looked down at her.
"It's just," Casey started to say something and then looked away from him.
"What? We can stop," Derek began to move off of her. Casey answered with clenching her legs around his to make him stay put.
"No," she started. "I just don't like my boobs," She let out a sigh and didn't want to look at him.
"Case…it's a privilege for me to see your perfect, round tits. It's fine if you want to save that privilege for later."
A knock sounded on the door, and it opened. Sam walked into Casey's room and didn't even get to start his statement explaining that he hoped she was feeling better, and she will like the party. His distraction from his rehearsed statement came in the form of a half naked Casey underneath a sweaty panting Derek. He abruptly left the room, left the hallway, left the house and went back into his car. As he turned the key into the ignition, he saw Derek come flying out the door and ran to his car.
Sam understood that the friend thing to do was wait for Derek to get in the car, but the creeped out Sam wanted nothing more to do with Casey or Derek. He started to pull away, but Derek was too fast and opened the door as Sam started to speed away Derek hopped in the car.
"Slow down," Derek said while closing the door.
"What the fuck," Sam kept his eyes on the road.
"Dude…" Derek said.
"What the fuck dude," Sam continued.
"I know man," Derek injected.
"What?" Sam almost stopped the car, "how do you know? What do you know? What the fuck man!"
Derek didn't have anything to say and Sam continued driving. There was silence for a while and Sam put many miles put between Derek and Casey. Derek and Sam's silence filled the car like toxic smoke; it was making it difficult for Derek to breathe. Sam's eyes did not deter from the road, but Sam started to slow down and he pulled into a national park. The road was bumpy and jostled Sam's body, but his eyes were like a cat's who have their eye fixed on a prey; they did not move. Sam trucked on through the bumpy parts of the road and winded through the twists. They finally arrived at a parking lot; Sam pulled into a space and shut off his car. When the car shut off, Derek left out an exhausted breath.
"Dude," Sam started, "Casey?"
"Yeah," Derek replied.
"She's your sister, man," Sam continued.
"Marti is my sister man; Casey is Casey," Derek interrupted.
"Okay," Sam replied, "But like she is kind of your sister man."
"If I really felt like Casey was my sister, then I wouldn't be … in that… situation with her," Derek tried to reason.
"What?" Sam tried to see his logic.
"Like Marti is my sister. Lizzie: my sister. Casey is Casey. Like Kendra is Kendra," Derek thought about it more.
"Casey is NOT Kendra. You know that," Sam countered.
"Yeah, you are right. Casey is not Kendra, but Casey is also not my sister," Derek persisted.
"Technically, man, she is," Sam reasoned.
"Okay," Derek agreed, "But technicality aside, I have tried to think of her as my sister. Really man. When it boils down to it though, she is not. She is Casey McDonald, and I am Derek Venturi."
Sam sat and thought for a while. The silence built up around them again, but it was Sam's turn to feel out of breath. This time it was making Sam's head spin a little and he needed to get out of the car. He grabbed his jacket from the back and then opened his car door and stepped out into the night. Derek followed suit; he had been wearing his leather jacket.
He jogged around to be in step with Sam, "Man, I know it's Casey. I know. Don't you think I know that? I just … No we just can't fight it anymore,"
"We…" Sam thought about what Derek just said.
"Yeah dude," Derek continued, "I think she might really like me."
"Yeah, like every other girl in the school," Sam contemptibly added.
"Yeah, but you know that Casey is not like any other girl," Derek defended, "You know that."
"Yeah," Sam agreed defeated.
"So," Derek sought for the right words, "What do you think?"
Sam paused at first and tried to find the right words to say. He looked at Derek at his side, "I don't know man."
"Okay," Derek looked away from Sam.
"Man, you know I love you," Sam could see Derek was hurt.
"Yeah…" Derek interrupted still looking away from Sam.
"But like, I mean, I dated her, and she is technically related to you and stuff. I mean what would others think?" Sam again tried to reason with Derek.
"I don't know man," this time Derek didn't know what to say.
"How does Casey feel?" Sam thought for a moment.
Derek looked back at Sam's face, "I am not sure; well, she is kind of being Casey. Sometimes though…" Derek looked away.
"What?" Sam urged him to continue.
"Sometimes, she is just regular Casey: paranoid, anxious, keenish. Other times, she is like the universe meaning I haven't discovered all of her stars and galaxies. She is mysterious. It's stupid," Derek stopped.
"Oh," Sam replied; he was at a loss for words, "wow."
"Yeah," Derek looked towards the ground, "I'm sorry bro."
"Really?" Sam questioned Derek's sincerity.
"I don't know," Derek shrugged, "I am because you seem mad at me."
"I'm not mad," Sam thought about it, "I just don't understand, and that makes me mad. Like I think where are Derek's morals. I know how you treat girls, but that is not what you should do to Casey. This is not like dating Kendra or Gina. I mean you have to live with her forever because you're family."
"Yeah," Derek frowned.
"Seriously, you treat every girl like a thing instead of a person for the most part," Sam elaborated, "Who was the last girl you even hooked up with?"
"Casey," Derek laughed.
"No before her," Sam admonished.
"Jackie?" Derek searched for an answer.
"No that was like 3 weeks ago," Sam corrected.
"Oh yeah!" Derek tried to make a joke.
"This isn't even funny. It's like every girl you hook up with means the world to you in that instant, but then they just become another girl. Do you really want Casey to be just another girl? Just another fuck?" Sam judged.
"How do you even know I would do that?" Derek prevailed.
"Because I know you. No expectations no disappointments. For you only. You have a heart, but you never invest it in any lady for longer than a week, man. And this is Casey. She is the girl who cries when she steps on a worm in the rain. What are you thinking? Another hot piece of ass?"
"She does have a hot ass," Derek joked.
"Shut up," Sam continued, "And grow up; Get in the car."
They walked to the car and both got in. They strapped in their seat belts. Silence filled the car again, but this time it felt like a rift between them. There was no suffocation, but a giant gap filled the space between them. Derek didn't know if any bridge could link them together.
Derek broke the silence, "Sam."
"What?" Sam frustratingly replied and his foot pushed a little harder onto the gas pedal.
"I can't lose you man," Derek sighed.
Sam continued driving on the road, "I know, but you can lose Casey?"
"No," Derek angrily replied.
"Exactly man," Sam wanted Derek to understand his viewpoint.
"But it's Casey," Derek innocently interjected.
"Yeah, it's CASEY," Sam finally thought that Derek understood.
"I'll never leave her though," Derek naively replied.
"Never?" Sam questioned.
"Well," Derek thought about it.
"That's the big part of the problem man," Sam knew now that Derek understood the gravity of the situation.
"Oh," Derek looked as if he had been smacked in the face.
"Yup," Sam finally glanced over at Derek.
"Dude," Derek pushed his head into the head rest in the car, "What did I do?"