Author's Note: CHAPTER TWWWOOOO! Thanks for the reviews and follows you guise. Seriously, they encourage me to continue with these stories. This chapter is kind of short however next Chapter is LLOOONNNGGG as hell because it's going to go in dept the reasoning behind the cold shoulder Derek gives Casey. I normally see (and use to write) how Derek was always at fault when it came to their break ups. It would paint Casey as indecisive, but perfect in a way. I wanted to make her more human if that made any sense. No one is perfect and we all have urges. However, Dasey today, tomorrow, and forever loves. I hope you enjoy!
"De-rek! You startled me!" Casey yelled half jokingly feeling familiar hands move around her waist. She smiled and tilted her head back to look into his long lusting eyes. He laughed softly planting kisses in her hair before turning her around, placing the milk down on the nearest counter, cupping her beautiful face and giving her a kiss of a lifetime. She'd of course return the kiss with a few of her own before rummaging her hand through his messy, yet sexy brown hair. She'd smile between breaths and whisper, "I missed you". He'd smile back and whisper, "I missed you more, Case". She'd playfully smack him on his shoulders as to say 'Stop distracting me while I do my nightly ritual'. He'd pout, but oblige as he watched the love of his life continue to make the simplest task look so damn sexy and wonder why he hadn't returned home sooner.
But that was their perfect scenario four-five years ago. Tonight would be different.
"Derek! You startled me!" Casey yelled half terrified, half confused. She was sure he wouldn't return until after he'd heard the coast was Casey-cleared. Derek just glared at her with eyes that could kill (and yet she still saw a long lust within them that he couldn't hide from her) and continued his journey to his old room. Casey bit back tears before deciding warm milk wasn't going to help or mask the ache she felt within her heart. She knew she deserved his cold attitude towards her and she dreaded the many more cold shoulders she'd have to brush off from him.
That wasn't how it was suppose to go. Derek mentally kicked his own ass in his head as he tossed and turned on his bed. It was now ten in the morning and he was sure everyone else would be waking up though he couldn't get an ounce of sleep last night. Instead he tossed and turned thinking about last night and all the things he could (or should of rather) said and did seeing Casey for the first time in four years. She aged well (rather she didn't really age at all). Strong, long and healthy brunette hair down her unbelievably sexy model silhouette. Gorgeous blue eyes that pierced the soul of anyone who'd look for more than a few seconds at a time and still that same annoying and yet unrelentingly auto-erotic tone that'd separate the "de" from the "rek" in a way no one else could. He should have said something else, even if it were a crude joke, because even though he'd still been hurt, it hurt more knowing he was hurting her for hurting him.
He purposely waited for her door to creak and for footsteps towards their old shared bathroom slowly open before running to open his own. Gaining his composer before walking out and having their eyes, he looked over at a beautifully, wrecked Casey. It was obvious by the puffs in her eyes, she'd been crying all night and from the red on her nose, she was developing a cold. He resisted the urge to cuddle her in his arms and assure her everything would be okay.
"Case..." He started unable to move from his door frame. What the hell was going on with him? He could see her throat tense as she thrived a hand through her hair and stepped back. "I'm sorry, you first." She'd simply replied back tracking to her own room. Before he could get anything else out, she'd slammed and clicked (locked) her door. "Damn." He'd utter under his breath. As if he didn't have enough to worry about, a visible upset Marty stood at his room's door frame.
"Damn is right, Smerek. What the crap was that?" She'd utter, but in a whisper so only Derek could hear. He had to bite back a smirk from Marty's cursing. His potty mouth obviously was picked up. "Look Smarty Mouth, I don't want to talk about it." He'd said easily gently putting her to the side. She obviously didn't catch the memo as she waltzed in the room soon after he entered and closed the door. "But I want to hear about it. Come on! You told Ed and Lizzie what happened. I'm the same age they were when it happened so tell me." She pleaded putting her gentle hands in prayer position bouncing down on his bed. He laughed before plopping down on her computer chair. He had always had a soft spot for Smarty and that would never change. He needed to vent to someone about it anyway as it was secretly eating him up inside and since he could trust Smarty and she was somewhat wise beyond her years, he figured "why not"? "I know you love her and she still loves you." She'd casually stated making Derek's heart melt a bit on the inside. "Are you going to listen to the story or interject?" He'd joking yelled pointing his finger at her. "Alright, alright. Lips zipped." She'd joked back mocking a zipper sound across her lips.
"Alright. Well I guess I can start back six years ago when..."