Disclaimer: I don't own the show Life With Derek, or Eve 6, or the Something Corporate song: Hurricane.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long for me to update. I've just been in a slump. Thanks for all the reviews! Keep them coming!
--Beautiful Oblivion--
Chapter Six: you don't do it on purpose but you make me shake
"De-rek!"
He was just sitting, grinning. The sight made Casey's blood boil.
"WHAT are you doing in here?"
"Well, not enjoying the view, obviously." He motioned to the shower curtain which she was still holding desperately to her body.
"Can you not make jokes right now? Get out!"
"No," he answered simply. "I won't. You get out." The truth was, he didn't know why he was acting like this. Maybe it was because he just didn't know how to not be a jerk around her.
"I was in here first, Derek," she said tiredly.
"I don't care, Casey. I want to take my shower now. I've waited long enough, I think."
"Do you really?" Derek blinked.
"Huh?"
"Do you really think at all? Because I'm not seeing how this, you barging into the bathroom while I'm still in it, is a good idea. How could you possibly think it was?"
"All I know is that I'm ready to shower, and you are in my way."
"I barely got to rinse my hair out."
"Well, then next time you should think coordinate your time better."
"I didn't realize it was a problem."
"Will you please just leave?"
"No!"
He shook his head like he was scolding a child and was disappointed with her. Then he did something that freaked Casey out even more than him just being in the bathroom with her. He stood up.
"What are you doing?" she asked hastily. He took a few steps closer to her and ignored her question. "Derek, stop." He continued walking towards her. "Come on."
Finally, as he walked by the sink, he grabbed her robe and then was standing right in front of her.
"I suggest you put this on and leave. Now." She glared at him.
"And what are you going to do if I don't?" she challenged. He stared at her, slightly surprised.
"You don't want to know," he said slowly. He really couldn't be in the room with her any longer, knowing that she was naked behind the curtain.
She narrowed her eyes; he blinked a couple of times. Then, sighed loudly and grabbed her robe, pulling it into the bathtub with her and shutting the curtain closed.
"I can't believe how childish you are," she said as she struggled to put the robe on. "Seriously, this is ridiculous, kicking me out of the bathroom before I'm done using it." She finally pulled her arms through, wrapped it around her dripping body and tied the knot tightly. She then opened the shower curtain. "I hope your shower is worth it," she said as she stepped out of the bathtub.
"Oh, it will be." She gave him one last look of disgust before she left the bathroom, slamming the door, of course.
She stood outside the door for a few seconds, clenching her fists and trying to keep composure by taking deep breaths, before she stomped her way down the hall and into her bedroom.
She was not in a good mood, not that she had been earlier. The night just seemed to be getting worse and worse, though and Casey seriously considered just putting on her pajamas and going to bed. Then she looked at her alarm clock. It was blinking 2:45.
Remembering the power cut, she searched for her cell phone and then flipped it open. It told her that it was only 8:45. She did not want to go to bed on a Saturday night at 8:45.
"And I won't," she said out loud, picking out her clothing and smiling, a little devilishly.
Casey was always interested in freaking Derek out. She was also interested in getting back at him for freaking her out. And she knew just how to do it.
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Derek's shower was uncomfortable. This may have been because the water was cold, and not because Casey had used too much hot water.
I can't believe I even considered trying to talk things out with her, he thought to himself as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. That was obviously a bad idea; both kissing her and deciding to confront her.
He was shivering agitatedly from the icy water as he rinsed the rest of his body off.
I can't believe I kissed her.
The shower was not only uncomfortable, it was also short. A little over five minutes after Casey had finally left the bathroom, he was pulling the shower curtain open, and stepping out into the open.
He wrapped a towel loosely around his hips and then went to look into the mirror above the sink.
For some reason, even after the chilly shower, his cheeks were still flushed.
"This is so weird. Why is she affecting me like this?"
Derek hardly ever blushed, especially due to his stepsister, Casey. He wasn't supposed to. It was wrong.
"It is wrong," he said. But he couldn't stop the feelings he was having and his thoughts from wandering. He pictured Casey, standing there in front of him, clutching the shower curtain to her naked body. He remembered how she was so angry at him for invading her bathroom time. How she acted like everything was normal between them even though they had just kissed. She could still act the same, fight with him the same. Just like usual.
Apparently it wasn't a big deal to her, he thought.
And just like that, he was angry. She may be his stepsister, but he was supposed to be a god when it came to girls, even annoying ones like Casey.
There's no way she didn't enjoy it, he tried to convinced himself.
"Ugh, why do I even care?" he asked aloud.
He didn't know why, but he knew that for some reason, it made him mad that she didn't seem to react in the same way that all the girls did when he kissed them.
Well, maybe I'll just have to try it again, he thought, smirking. Yeah, that's what I'll do. The house is empty. No one has to know but the two of us.
Pleased with his decision, he moved to open the door and leave. Now all he had to do was convinced or con Casey into making out with him once more. Then, he would be the one to leave her, right when she was begging him for more.
He swung the door open and was shocked to see Casey standing there, tapping her foot impatiently.
"What do you want?" he asked. He then took in her choice of clothing: a baggy t-shirt and short pink shorts that were barely visible due to the length of the shirt.
"I was waiting for you to finish." He waited for her to continue.
"Why?" he inquired.
"Because, unlike you, I don't enjoy just walking in on people when they're in here."
"Well, I'm done now."
"Good," she said before she put her small hands on his bare chest and shoved him backwards, back into the room. She kicked the door closed with her right foot and then flung herself at him.
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A/N: Now be honest. What do you think is going to happen next? What do you want to happen? I have a theory about these two and that bathroom. There's something about it… I'll share it with you in the next chapter, but you guys can give me your ideas until then and I'll totally consider them. Or, you could try guessing what my theory is…hehe. Oh, and I know things are sort of happening fast, this story does take place all in one night, at least for now, but in the long run, I don't think it is. They've had it coming from the beginning. Oh, and sorry it's so short.
