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Chapter Two- Homemade Pizza
He was the first to reach his car, and he got in, and put his forehead against the steering wheel with closed eyes trying to gain back his self-control.
Casey pouting brought back many memories; many memories that he wanted to still be alive at this second.
Derek heard the passenger door open, and lifted his head up with open eyes, then jammed his keys into the car to start it.
When they both were buckled up, Derek peeled out of the underground parking; with Casey clutching on to her seat, scared out of her mind.
"Sorry," Derek mumbled, noticing the look on Casey's face.
"It's okay," Casey said shakily, as the car slowed down 50 miles per hour to read 90 miles per hour
Derek parked along the road in front of Casey's house, and the two got out of the car, after pulling on latex gloves.
They ducked under the police line tape, and headed for the backyard.
"It's slightly messy, we're having it redone," Casey said, as she pushed open the gate.
As they weaved through the yard, Derek understood what Sabrina meant about it being a maze, and that touching two places was barely possible. Bushes were everywhere, wooden boards was placed everywhere, whether vertically or horizontal, mechanical tools were lying everywhere; it was a complete mess.
"Casey?" Derek called out, alone between several boards and bushes.
"Over here," Casey called back.
"Where's here?" Derek said.
Casey picked up a wooden board, and tossed it aside, "Here."
But Derek was kneeling on the grass, picking at something on the grass.
Another glove.
Derek reached into his jean's pocket with the other hand, and pulled out his car keys, tossing them at Casey.
Casey caught them just before they fell to the ground.
"Bring the silver suitcase in my trunk," Derek instructed, as he examined the glove.
Casey stepped over the boards, and went around the bushes, and walked over to his car, popping open the trunk.
"This must be where he stashes his garbage," Casey said to herself.
Casey dug under the plastic garbage bags for the suitcase, coming up with garbage for the first three times.
On the forth time, her hand held a picture up in a clear plastic bag, it held a taped-up photo. The photo that she had ripped up when she and Derek had their biggest argument over their future, and threw it in the garbage.
She stuffed the plastic bag in her pocket, and finally dug out the suitcase.
She slammed the trunk closed, and went back into her yard.
"Get the plastic bag inside," Derek instructed.
Casey popped open the suitcase, and handed Derek a plastic bag.
Derek dropped the glove inside, and sealed the bag.
He pulled out the permanent marker inside the suitcase and scribbled a description on the bag.
After, they continued to comb through the yard for another hour and a bit.
"Hey, Derek."
"Yeah?"
"You hungry?" Casey asked.
"Nah," Derek said, but then his stomach grumbled, and he smiled sheepishly, "Maybe?"
Casey laughed, "Come on, let's go get something to eat."
Derek left his suitcase on the small table by the door, slipped his shoes off, then followed Casey to the kitchen.
"What do you want to eat?" Casey asked, head stuck in the fridge.
"Let me see," Derek said, behind her.
Casey stepped back, arms crossed over her chest, with a roll of her eyes, "Of course."
"Hey, it's not my fault you were too stupid to not know that I should choose," Derek retorted, shuffling a few foods around in the fridge.
"I'm going to use the washroom," Casey said, starting to walk away.
"And please, don't make a mess," Casey called over her shoulder.
But instead of going to the washroom, she quietly went up the stairs to her room, and dropped the picture that was in her pocket by her desk, then went back down.
She went to the bathroom on the main floor, and flushed the toliet, washed her hands, and then went back to the kitchen. Just so Derek wouldn't be suspicious that she hadn't flushed the toilet.
Derek had laid out several things on the island.
"What's for lunch?" she asked.
"Homemade pizza."
"You know how to make pizza?" Casey said surprised.
"Uh, no. But you do," Derek said.
"Since when?"
"That thanksgiving that Lizze broke her foot or something," Derek said scratching his head trying to remember.
"Oh, right. But Derek. That was six years ago."
"So?"
"I don't really remember what I did though..."
"Guess then. Sheesh."
"Fine," Casey said, coming beside Derek.
Fifteen minutes later, Casey turned to Derek, "Does this look edible?"
Derek looked down at the bowl that held flour, eggs, etc for the pizza crust.
It was a weird brown colour, and was very chunky.
"...Um..." Derek said, staring at the bowl, "I...guess?"
"Cause it looks like it just came out of the toilet..." Casey said, looking down at the bowl.
"Yeah...It does," Derek agreed after a pause.
They both stared at the bowl for ten seconds.
"But the ingredients are edible...So it should be edible," Derek concluded.
"I suppose," Casey said unsure, then handed Derek the bowl to flatten the dough.
Casey grabbed the ketchup bottle, and sqeezed it, but nothing came out.
She angled the bottle, then squeezed the bottle, and ketchup came shooting out.
But not on the dough, on Derek's face.
Her mouth dropped, as Derek wiped some ketchup off his face.
"Sorry," she squeaked.
Derek didn't say anything, just opened the fridge, and pulled out the mustard bottle.
Opened the cap, then aimed at me.
Casey let out a squeal, followed by a "Der-rek!"
Then red and yellow flew across the room at each other.
Then Derek's cell phone rang, and Derek called out "T.O."
Derek turned around, facing the wall, and pulled out his phone.
Casey grabbed the relish jar out of the fridge, dumped the cheese bits that were suppose to be for the pizza, inside the jar, and gave it a good shake, as Derek wiped his phone screen to see who the caller was.
Once Derek had said hello, Casey dumped the relish with chesse bits on top of his head.
Casey could hear the person on the other line talking.
But Derek wasn't paying attention.
"CASEY!" Derek yelled, spinning around.
Casey was standing there, holding the jar with a smirk on her face.
Derek left his phone on the table, the person on the other line saying, "Derek? You there?"
Sabrina Teller stared at the phone with a glare.
"That...stupid...woman! Trying to steal my Derek Venturi," she hissed, then slamming the phone down.