Disclaimer: I don't own the show Life With Derek, or Eve 6, or the Hellogoodbye song: All of Your Love

A/N: I think it's funny that everyone knew I was gonna use P and P. Well, it's my fave book, and it fit….So, I got some inspiration from some people, so I decided to write this next chapter today. Yay! While you're reading this, make notes of my mistakes, spelling, grammatical, mechanical, all of the cals—and then tell me about them later. I feel like I didn't edit and revise this chapter that much. Plus, I'd like to read more constructive criticism from people. Thanks for the reviews!

--Beautiful Oblivion--

Chapter Four: you can't be close enough unless I'm feeling your heart beat

The electricity was off. The house was pitch black. The refrigerator was making a sound like it was dying, which it kind of was. The wind was howling so loudly from outside that every once in a while it sounded like a whistle. In the midst of all this, the two teens, Casey and Derek, home alone on a Friday night and during an awful snow storm, were standing mere millimeters apart in a dark kitchen.

"Well this is weird," said Casey, stepping away from Derek and making her way towards the desk in the corner of the room.

Derek let of the long breath he had been holding and stayed where he was.

"You're not wrong." He ran his hands through his hair.

Holy shit, what was I just about to do? he thought frantically peering over at Casey's bent over back. He could make out her movements in the dark, and from all the noise she was making, drawers opening and closing, he assumed that she was searching for some candles.

"Um, Casey, you're not going to find any candles in there."

"I'm not looking for candles," she said, standing back up and grinning. He couldn't see her of course.

"Matches!" she exclaimed and quickly ripped one out, lighting it easily. A faint glow immediately filled the small area around her. Derek watched her walk back towards him, the small flame dancing with her movements and then swiftly blowing out.

"Aww, man," spoke Casey softly. Derek laughed.

"You didn't really think that would make it all the way over here, did you?" he asked. She was standing near him again.

"It could have."

"Sure." He walked to one of the drawers across the room. "Or we could just use these," he said, pulling out two flashlights. He turned one on and placed it at the bottom of his chin. "Boo." Casey actually laughed.

"You're not scared?" he asked her. They walked towards each other and he handed her the other flashlight. She turned it on and copied him.

"No, but we'll probably have to tell some ghost stories now." For a few seconds they just held their flashlights near their faces and looked at each other. Then Casey looked away and started to leave the kitchen.

"We should look for those candles. Who knows how long the power will be out?"

"Yeah. Candles. Good idea."

As Casey walked out of the kitchen, she continued to talk.

"So, I'm pretty sure that my mom put them under the china cabinet…Ah, here are some candle sticks!" she cried out triumphantly. Derek just leaned against the wall in between the kitchen and the dining room.

"Yippee," he said.

"What's your problem?" Casey asked, frowning. She had two candlesticks in each of her hands. "And where are the candlestick holders?"

"Nothing, and wouldn't they be with the candlesticks?"

"Right—can you go get the matches? I left them in the kitchen."

Derek walked back into the kitchen while Casey got out more candlesticks and their holders. She found a couple regular candles in glass jars and took those out too. Then, she proceeded to put each candlestick into its respective holder.

"Derek? Where are the matches?" He started to walk back over to her and pointed his flashlight in her eyes.

"Hey, stop that." He did and the handed her the matches.

"Here."

"Thanks." She started to light each candle, and soon, the dining room was filled with a soft, ambient light.

"Well, I guess we should disperse these around the house; put them into the rooms we're going to be walking through," she said.

"Yeah. Good idea." He picked up two candle sticks and placed them in the living room. She did the same but brought them into the kitchen. After five minutes, there was a faint glow around the house, but it was still dark and shadowy.

"So," he said when they met up in the living room.

"So…how long to you think the lights are going to be out?"

"I don't know. I mean, we're not exactly sure what happened, right? It could just be the snow, or maybe the wind caused a tree to fall on a power line or maybe—"

"I sort of get it, now. Thanks."

"Jeez."

"So what do we do now?" she asked.

"Well, we can't watch TV," he ignored her sarcastic "Duh," "and we can't really play any games, besides cards, because of the lighting and the fact that there are only two of us…"

"I don't want to play cards with you. You'll just cheat. Plus, I don't want to play any games. I think I'll just read my book actually."

"With just a flashlight and some candles? You sure you want to corrupt your precious eyesight and risk losing it sooner rather than later and then find that you won't be able to read your books as much as you want to anymore?"

Casey just stared at him.

"I still can't believe you act like you don't like to hear yourself talk. And you make fun of me for my long sentences. You're so one to talk."

"Oh, whatever. Go read your stupid book."

"Um, excuse me. My book is not stupid. You don't even know what I'm reading."

"That's because I don't care about what books you choose to read."

"Awesome."

"It is."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go change my clothes."

"And then?"

"Listen to music, I guess. What's it to you?" She ignored his last question.

"You're lucky that iPods are battery operated," she said, but then tilted her head in a fake, sympathetic way. "I sure hope you charged her up." She knew he had been listening to it all morning and many times throughout the day. Plus, she knew that he rarely remembered to plug it into his computer to charge it.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I did," he answered, and then ran upstairs, thinking to himself, Shit, what am I going to do now?

Casey grinned happily, feeling like she had achieved something, whatever that was. She grabbed her flashlight and also headed upstairs. She walked into her bedroom, changed into some pajama shorts and a tank top and grabbed her Pride and Prejudice book. She read her book for about five minutes before she got fed up with it and started to wonder what Derek was doing just one wall over.

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Derek was sitting on his bed, staring at his wall. He had changed his shirt, but still remained in his slightly sticky jeans. He didn't really care, though because he was deep in thought.

I wonder what would have happened if the lights hadn't shut off right when they did. Casey and I were about to kiss, I'm pretty sure.

He picked up a hackey sack that was on the floor by his feet.

"Well, I was going to kiss her," he admitted out loud, albeit quietly. "Who knows what she was thinking?" Then, he threw the hackey sack at his door, hard. It made a loud bang and then he heard a surprised squeak.

"What was that?" said Casey's voice, slightly alarmed. He jumped off of his bed and quickly opened his door.

There stood Casey. She looked different than before, but he realized that was just because she was wearing pajamas and had put her hair up in that cute messy way she always did before going to bed.

"What do you want?"

"What was that noise?" she asked instead. "Why are you throwing stuff at your door? Going through some tough teenage angst?" she asked snootily as she swept into his room without permission and sat on his bed.

"I thought you were reading your book."

"I was. I got bored."

"Ah, so you were reading a boring book. That's almost the same as reading a stupid one." Casey rolled her eyes.

"Actually, it's not a boring book, and I know this because I've read it several times before."

"If you've read it so many times, and you say it isn't boring, then why are you in my bedroom, bothering me and telling me about you're stupid book?"

"First of all, it isn't stupid, for the last time! Second of all, it's not boring. God! Why am I always repeating myself to you? Anyway, I'm bored. I don't feel like reading. I want to do something."

"You want to do something, so you came into my bedroom?"

There was a long pause. That was when they both became more aware of the dimness of Derek's room.

"Wow, Casey, I'm flattered, really, but—" He was silenced when Casey got up from his bed and punched him. In the gut. He bent over a little and clutched his stomach.

"Ow, what was that for?" Casey smiled sweetly at him as he looked up at her.

"No reason, I guess, since you're asking." He rubbed his stomach dramatically.

"Oh, come on. I know you can take much more than my teeny, tiny punch."

"I don't know, Case. That was a pretty tough sock you gave me. It might bruise. When'd you get the guns?" She flexed for him and he gawked appreciatively at her slim but somewhat muscular arms.

"What? I work out to keep in shape for dance. You know this. Oh, and—"

"Yeah, yeah, don't call you Case…Why are you in my bedroom, again?" he changed the subject briskly. Since he didn't ask it in quite the same tone as the first time, she decided to answer him truthfully.

"I don't know." He stared at her. She shrugged. "I was thinking, maybe, we could talk?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face. Even she knew that what she was asking sounded ridiculous. She sat down on his bed again.

Derek laughed, loudly and then sat down beside her.

"As good an idea as that may sound, there isn't really much for us to talk about. We don't really have anything in common, and by the way, why would you want to talk?"

"I don't know!" she yelled in frustration, turning to him. "I just want the power to come back on so I can take a shower, read my book with actual lighting and then go to bed in peace."

"Then why are you in here?" he asked her in the same urgent manner.

Casey's blue eyes went large as if she had a thought, and then, out of nowhere, she launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and then pressing her lips firmly to his.

Derek gasped loudly, completely taken aback by her sudden burst of passion. But he wasn't going to complain. He quickly caught her in his arms and kissed her back with complete fervor, he had been meaning to do so for quite a while, moving swiftly and placing her on her back on his bed. He cradled her gently to him and she held on tightly to his neck, their lips never separating even during the change in position.

A minute later, the room blinked with light, and then slowly was filled with brightness. Casey and Derek stopped kissing and just looked into each other eyes. Both of them were breathing heavily, their chests moving up and down rapidly. Casey had a look of both lust and confusion on her face. Derek's was filled with something else, something that Casey couldn't quite decipher, and that scared her. Also, he didn't seem too confused. Surprised, yes, but he didn't seem to think anything of the situation they were in, like it was completely natural.

"Um," said Casey, pulling away from Derek and sliding out from underneath him. She hastily got off of the bed and stood up. "I, uh, have to go." She walked to the door in two steps and was about to run out, but stopped right before she closed his door. "This," she said, turning once and looking at him still sprawled out on his bed, a somewhat sad expression on his handsome face, "that shouldn't have happened."

And then she was gone. She walked out of his bedroom and shut his door. Derek was left there on his bed with his own thoughts and his quickly beating heart.

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A/N: Please review!!!

So, yeah! I figured that it was the FOURTH chapter and there just needed to be a full out legit Dasey moment. I mean, come on, there's been enough tension. And also, remember that they are both seventeen in this fic. They've been living together for years with these weird, lovey dovey, I-want-you-so-bad-secretly feelings that we ALL know they have. I happen to be a firm believer in the spontaneous kind of passionate first kiss by them. They are so not the type of couple to lean in slowly the first time. Haha…well, there's more to come. And more torment of course. Tune in.