Disclaimer: I do not own LWD or any of its characters.

Crazy life leads to slow updates... what can I say? I wrote this as just chocolate and roses, and then realized I covered many more bases! Hope you enjoy:)

Roses, Chocolate, Notes and Smiles

Casey was exhausted. Cardio boot camp had been the distraction she had hoped for. She hadn't thought about how she would feel after though. So here she was, barely making it up the final stair to her 6th floor apartment, cursing the broken elevator. And the worst part was that even with her body shutting down her mind was wired again. Thoughts of him, them, their too familiar "situation" poured through her mind as she blindly unlocked the door.

Her concentration broke though when she saw a figure slouched over the couch. She gasped. Had he really come all the way to Queens to convince her once again that something wasn't what it looked like?

"Truman?"

The sleeping figure jumped in a surprised manor as if Casey were interrupting. "Shhh… sleeping."

"Oh, its you." Casey said annoyed as she flipped on the lights.

Derek responded by throwing something onto the floor and turning into the couch, attempting to fall back asleep.

Casey walked over to the discarded roses and box of chocolates below the couch. Bending over she picked up the wilted roses and found the candy box empty. "What is this?"

Derek groaned. "It was here at the door when I got here. Now enough questions… I don't feel so good." He left out the part about the person with them when he got here, or how he had sent him away for what he hoped was the last time.

Casey threw the empty box at his head. "Serves you right, and how did you get in?"

Derek ignored her, pretending to snore.

"Was there a note?" She questioned more to herself than to the not really sleeping lump on her couch.

Sure enough there was a note from Truman placed across the room on the kitchen counter.

'Casey,

I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I promise it'll never happen again. Please call me.

Love Truman'

Casey shook her head at his words she had heard too many times before, glancing down at the note written directly below Truman's in messy scribbles that could only belong to one person.

'I've heard that one before- the guy's almost as bad of a liar as you are. I gotta admit though, he's got good taste in chocolate.'

Casey couldn't help the small smile and eye roll as she read Derek's message. She knew in his own way, he was trying to help her.

When she looked over her shoulder to the couch Derek was turned to her, and his eyes quickly shuttered closed, a blank look overtaking his face.

"Just so you know I have class at 8am tomorrow, so be prepared to be woken up and kicked out early." She said grabbing her things and heading to her bedroom.

There was an irritated grunt in response from the couch, but as Casey took one last look at him before closing her door, she saw the smile under his closed eyes. And with a smile she didn't even notice was there, she went to her bed without a thought of Truman on her mind.

Casey still wasn't quite sure why Derek was there, but for once she was grateful.