Author's note: Thanks so much for all the reviews, guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter. As I said, there will definitely be some Dasey in this chapter. Maybe a little more than you bargained for, but that's for me to write and for you to find out ;)
Because They Said So - Chapter 13
"Alright," Casey sighed exasperatedly. "I guess there's no getting around this."
"Not really."
"Derek," she started, sucking in her in her breath. "I'm not mad that you... kissed Michaela. Kissing girls is just what... what you do, I guess."
She winced at this, her mind wandering to the fact that the lips that had crashed against hers only recently ended up on some bubbly brunette who made a piece of chalk look like Einstein.
Derek's lip curled up at the corner, "Uh huh..."
"I guess I was just angry that you lied about going out with her. Or went out with her, for that matter," she said, refusing to make any sort of eye contact.
"Okay," he huffed. "Is that it?"
She shrugged, "You tell me...?"
One of Derek's eyebrows quirked. "Me tell you? Since when do you ever give me a say in anything?"
Casey's mouth was formed in a straight line, "What else is there to say...?"
"I dunno," he said slowly. "But you're Casey McDonald... you never not have anything to say."
"Well, there's a first for everything."
"Well, it's kind of creeping me out," he scratched at his head. "I just can't believe you're not making a bigger deal out of this."
"Honestly," she inhaled. "I'm a little tired of making a huge explosion over things. I guess it gets a little over-rated."
"A little?"
"Okay, a lot over-rated. But, I'm 'Casey McDonald'," she mimmicked, using air quotes. "It's my job to be over-rated." She smiled slightly.
"Well, I'm glad you're taking some days off," he huffed again, suppressing a shaky laugh.
Casey's lips twitched for a moment, and Derek couldn't help but notice how... peachy they looked. And tasted.
... Wait... peachy? The hell...?
Suddenly, she put one hand on the staircase, as if somehow sensing his discomfort.
"I'm, uh... going to," she murmured, searching for an excuse. "Read. Or something."
"Yeah," he muttered quickly, almost thankful for the badly disguised lie. "You do that."
"Nice talking to you..." She said softly, before rushing up the stairs.
Her door quickly slammed, and Casey sunk down to her floor.
"Nice talking to you..."?! What was she, sixty? How much lamer could she get?
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"Nice talking to you..."? Wasn't that some kind of frouey-ish, old lady tea-talk?
Derek was also in his room soon after their little conversation.
But he wasn't just thinking about her words. More like where the words came from. Her mouth... Yes, her lips, okay? Sue him. After all, his own had been latched onto hers, so it wasn't technically a sin, right? Right. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
"There is nothing wrong with liking your step-sister," he said quietly, before he could understand the words coming out of his mouth.
"Dude, are you spacing out on me?"
Derek shook the thought away immediately, "Nah, man. What were you saying?"
Sam scoffed on the other line, "Nevermind. Seriously, are you okay?"
"Yes, Sammy," he rolled his eyes. "I'm just peachy..."
Hm, kind of like Casey's lips.
Stop it!
"Stop what?" His friend asked suddenly.
"Huh?"
"You just told me to 'stop it'..." Sam said slowly.
Shoot, he said that out loud? "No, I didn't..."
"Uh, yeah, you did," he almost shouted. "Okay, what is your damage, man?!"
"Nothing!" Derek almost-shouted back with equal intensity. "Get off my back, Sam! Jesus."
"Whatever," Sam exhaled. "Aparently, there's something on your mind, what with all the talking to yourself and gazing at Casey twenty-four seven."
"Excuse me?"
"Forget it," Sam huffed again. "I gotta go. See your crazy ass on Monday."
Derek clicked the phone off and tossed it onto his mattress. He sighed, and ran his palms roughly along his face. He hadn't been that obvious, had he? He could've sworn he was beyond discreet.
Okay, maybe there was something wrong with him.
But it was only Casey for Christ's sake.
Sue him.
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"Get off my back, Sam! Jesus."
Casey perked up from her spot on her bed. Was Derek yelling? At Sam?
She got up from her mattress and made her way towards her door.
"Excuse me?"
Sam was probably getting an earful, poor guy. She heard the phone click off and Derek exhale deeply. What was going on? She gave up when she didn't hear anymore sounds from his room, and plopped down on the foot of her duvet.
Suddenly, she found her hand had come up to her mouth. To her lips. She traced around them, and she could almost, so barely, feel his against hers.
She scowled and slapped her hand away.
She was losing it. But it wasn't her fault... someone should've warned her that 'being' with Derek could make her a little...
There should be, like, a warning label that came with him.
"Derek Venturi: Warning - Charming when wants to be, may cause slight swooning and fast heart-beating, should not be used by children."
Yeah, that's what it should say. She sighed; she couldn't even believe the thought was occuring to her.
"Knock, knock?"
Her head whipped around instantly to find Lizzie standing in her doorway.
"Hey, Liz," Casey said, motioning to her. "Come in, come in."
"Whatsup?" Lizzie asked.
"I should be asking you that," Casey chuckled. "It seems like ages since I last talked to you."
"I know," she smiled softly. Then, apologetically, "Sorry for exposing your bet."
"Eh, it's not big deal," her older sister shrugged. "I don't see why George had to make it such a big deal, thought."
"Maybe he thinks you two are going to get serious?" Lizzie tried.
"That's funny, Liz," Casey chuckled. "Like me and Derek are ever going to get serious. He's got about the 'serious' range of a teaspoon. We're talking no seriousness whatsoever... You could pretty much call it seriousless--"
"Casey," Lizzie said suddenly. "You're babbling."
"Oh, right," she huffed. "Sorry."
"Casey," Lizzie repeated.
"Yeah, Liz?"
"You only babble when you're really angry... or you're in a major 'love-pickle'. And I don't recall you being a PMS-er anytime recently."
Casey gaped at her younger sibling, "That is completely untrue!"
"Is not!" Her sister retorted. "Casey... you're not getting too into it, are you?"
"Absolutely not," she lied. "And even if I was, why would you be so concerned?"
"I have nothing against you and Derek being together," Lizzie mumbled quickly.
"What?" She wasn't sure she heard her sister correctly.
"I'm on your side, that's all I'm saying," she sighed. Then, she smiled once more and sauntered out of the room.
What could she possibly mean? Lizzie didn't actually think that there was chance that her and Derek would become serious?
Because that was just impossible.
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"Derek?"
He glanced up to see Casey leaning against his door frame.
"Yo?"
"What're you doing?"
Derek held up his magazine obviously, "Reading...?"
"A comic book," she snorted, stepping in and taking a seat in his desk chair, swiveling around.
"Hey, you have your definition of reading and I have mine," he shrugged, scanning a page.
Casey fiddled with a pencil while breathing out through her nose.
After a few minutes of silence, and Casey toying with various objects on his desk, Derek looked up at her, "Is that all you wanted, 'cause if so, you can leave..."
Her eyes narrowed, "Why do you have to be such a jerk?"
"Why do you have to care?"
"Because it affects me..." She whined.
He put a hand to his heart, mimmickingly, "Oh my, I'm sorry I forgot to add you onto my list of things I happen to care about... oh wait, I didn't forget, I just decided not to put you on it!"
She sneered, "Ass."
"Why are you even in here?" He asked incredulously. "You're getting sass all over my things."
"I dunno," she sighed. "I talked to Lizzie just now..."
"Okay..." He said slowly.
"And she thinks that we're going to become... a thing," she said shakily.
"A thing?" He sputtered.
"Like, a thing thing," she nodded.
His heart was pounding out through his mouth. He stood up suddenly, trying to get the feeling back into his body.
"That's... that's--"
"Crazy?" She finished for him.
"Yeah... and Lizzie's," he took a big breath. "She's, uh--"
"Crazy...?" She said again.
"Uh huh," he whipped his head up at her.
And at that moment, brown met blue and neither spoke. It was now or never.
Derek moved closer to her, "Crazy."
Casey's eyes bugged and her heart did a wild back-flip. It was now or never.
They were inches apart when she whispered, "Absolutely crazy."
Then, just like that, the gap was closed longingly and his lips met hers in temptation. She stood up abruptly and he hoisted her up onto the desk. Her hands looped around his neck as they tumbled messily onto his bed.
Before they knew what was happening, Casey was on her back, Derek hovering above her, their lips still crushed against each other. He slipped his hands under her loose shirt, grasping for every available piece of skin within reach.
A moan erupted from deep within her throat, surprisingly, and Derek smirked with pleasure, fumbling with the zipper on her jeans. Suddenly, Casey broke lip-lock and put a stopping hand on his chest.
His heart stopped. No, no, NO! She couldn't pull the good-girl-'you're-my-brother-we're siblings' crap. Not now. Right now, he needed her.
However, his heart sped up just as fast when she smirked and said, "Does this mean I'm officially on your list?"
"Consider you added," he winked, tugging down her pants pleadingly.
And she obliged.
It was now.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the bit, and I hope it wasn't too corny. R&R, yeah? Thank youuuu!