Okay, here's 5! Hope you guys like it. Check the bottom of the page for more info about the next chapter. I'd post it here but I don't want to ruin anything.

Another Happy Birthday to Michael Seater! He's six years older than me, but idc. I love the guy, okay? A girl can dream.

Sorry! Enjoy!

It was barely Thursday, so they both had to wait another day before the big "date". Derek wasn't worried, or so he thought. At first, he figured it would be like taking any other girl out. That was until he realized the last girl he really took out was Emily, and that girl would be happy with anything as long as she was able to keep her lips against his neck. Casey was more complex than her best friend. It took more than just sitting around with her to make her happy.

He realized he'd have to keep conversation going if they went for dinner. And that was when he realized he had to take her to dinner. Emily was the last girl he'd taken to dinner, and even then she was a motor mouth so it really wasn't hard trying to keep conversation with Emily the gossip. Why did he date her again? That relationship was unbelievably unrealistic. Probably just to make Casey mad, like always.

Of course, he didn't know why he worried so much. Keeping conversation with Casey is as easy as breathing. Dinner and a movie sounded safe enough for the first date, he guessed. It was just Casey. She tried to act like she was high maintenance, but in reality she just liked guys who opened doors for her and pulled out her chair. Ivanhoe, right? Seemed simple enough.

Casey burst into the apartment with a smile on her face, and looked at him confused. He wasn't supposed to be home, he was supposed to be at practice.

"Wha—"

"Canceled practice, coach's wife went into labor. Off until Monday." He said with his mouth full of pizza bites that Casey had bought for herself.

"Just help yourself to my food, that's fine." She rolled her eyes, and went to her room.

"Thanks!" he called after her. He was really glad practice was canceled. It seemed like he rarely had enough time to himself lately, what with working, studying, and hockey. He usually worked on Monday-Wednesdays and Sundays. He didn't make much, but he liked having something to do and the extra money. The work time during the week was usually between classes and before practice. It wasn't as hectic as it sounded, really.

Casey emerged from her room wearing a fitted navy blue cotton t-shirt and her black yoga pants that reached mid ankle. Her hair was neatly brushed and pulled into a loose bun.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" she questioned him, grabbing a pizza bite and popping it in her mouth. It wasn't often she ate unhealthy food, but she'd been really good lately, so why not. The reason she even bought pizza bites was because she wanted to cheat on her health craze eventually.

"Probably going to relax, I don't really have days off very often." He shrugged. She smiled softly, and he got that weird feeling in his stomach again.

"You should, you deserve it." She reached over, and fixed his hair out of his face, and looked away. "I really have to study for at least a half hour. I have a huge test next week."

"Next week?" he laughed. Of course she would study ahead of time.

"Yes! It's calculus." She rolled her eyes. "You know how bad I am at math." She looked down and an unreadable expression crossed her eyes. He shifted for a while, uncomfortable with the mood that set in.

"Something wrong?"

"Not really, I just really don't like this class. I kind of wish it was an option to drop it." She sighed. They both were riding on their scholarships and couldn't afford to drop classes.

"If you need any help, you know I can tutor you, right?" he threw out there without thinking. She looked up and smiled. "I mean, it's a different teacher and all but you know how easily I catch on in math…"

"Thanks, Der…" she bit her lip and there was that damn feeling getting stronger. "I really appreciate it. I'll see you in 30." And she was in her room.

It was weird offering to help Casey with her studying because she was always the one to help him, but they both knew that she had issues in math. Everyone had their weak points, and hers was just that. That's probably why she got that look on her face, too. She wasn't use to not succeeding, and felt like she was letting everyone down when she wasn't doing something right. He didn't mind helping her at all, either. If it wasn't for her helping him throughout high school, he wouldn't have even graduated. He owed her big time.

He made his way over to the living room, and grabbed the blanket that was on the couch and covered himself, prepared to fall asleep watching television.

About an hour later, Casey emerged from her room. She had been studying longer than she thought she needed. It was okay. It was never bad to study. She walked to the kitchen expecting Derek to be eating again, but was surprised that she'd walked in an empty kitchen. She walked to the living room and suppressed a giggle when she saw him with her purple blanket tucked around his body and was sleeping. She didn't have the nerve to wake him, so she went to the kitchen and started dinner.

Dating Derek seemed like a bad idea at first, but really he wasn't a bad guy. Sure, he was a womanizer, but only because nobody was good enough to tie him down and keep him around. She figured if anybody could do it, it was her so why not? She'd honestly had feelings for him for a while, but wasn't sure what they meant, so she pretty much ignored them up until he was being extremely nice to her and was being normal and not overly rude to her like he always was. Casey figured that now he was being more of himself and not the huge jerk that he always acted like around her just to push her buttons.

But she really liked when he pushed her buttons. God, did it feed a fire within her that she couldn't describe. Telling the parents would be a challenge, but she figured that that was the least of their worries, really. She knew they would understand for the most part. It was surely unconventional, but ever since she started university, she really lightened up a lot, and she was sure Derek could see that.

About an hour later, she'd had meatloaf, homemade mac n cheese, peas, and potatoes done for dinner. She was glad she'd prepped the meatloaf the night before; otherwise, it'd take a bit longer than an hour to have it ready. She walked into the living room, and went up to his recliner. She sat on the arm and reached to his other shoulder and gently shook him.

"Der…" she whispered. He only groaned. "Derek, wake up, I made dinner." She said slightly louder. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at her. Something about having his eyes on her at such a close proximity made her get crazy butterflies.

"Sorry, I fell asleep…" he yawned. She got up and walked to the table where she'd set his plate already.

"That's okay, you need to rest, Der." She shrugged and sat in her spot.

"You made everything…looks great, Case." He grinned sleepily. She only shrugged sheepishly and ate her food, too.

"So what movie are we going to watch tomorrow?" she asked casually, but she'd secretly was dying to know if he'd let her pick a romantic movie for the two of them.

"Uh, whatever you want I guess." He looked up in time to see her eyes sparkle. He'd made the wise choice. He smiled, and looked down afraid he'd lose his cool and attack her if he kept looking at him like that.

"I'll look at showings in a bit." She said softly.

They obviously went to the gushiest of romance movies that there were, and of course she cried. And of course, Derek teased her the whole time about it.

"Who cries during a movie?" he exclaimed, throwing an arm around her shoulder as they walked into the pizzeria they went to afterwards.

"It was romantic, Der! Just because you haven't a romantic bone in your body doesn't mean it's a total crime for the rest of us to feel the raw emotion!" she grinned, putting her arm around his waist, surprising him.

When the host showed them their seats, he casually pulled hers out for her, ignoring her look of surprise. He was trying to be nonchalant, okay?!

He sat in his own chair and looked at the menu. This place sold pizza by the slice instead of by the pie, because of the size of once slice of pizza was about the size of Derek's forearm. He eyed Casey who was biting down on her lip, probably trying to figure out how she was going to finish one of these monstrosities. He only grinned, and looked back down at his menu.

"I won't even be able to finish a slice, Der!" she cried, now tapping her fingers against her chin as she continued to think.

"I'll just eat whatever you leave, Space-Case." He rolled his eyes. Her eyes lit up a little at the nickname. All night he was calling her Head-Case or Klutzilla, but not even in a rude way. The way he was saying it was actually quite endearing. For the first time, she liked his stupid nicknames.

"Fine, you jerk, but I hope you know I'm getting veggies on mine." She couldn't help but smile, because he made a face and a faux gag noise.

"Never mind, maybe we can find a vegetarian hobo to give your leftovers to." She was going to respond to him, but their waiter came.

"Are you guys ready to order now?" The man asked. Casey ordered first, followed by Derek. The waiter left with the menus and they continued their conversation.

The drive home was spent with them fighting over the radio station. Casey yelled at him to keep his eyes on the road, and he gave up. It was lucky her, a Spice Girls song came up and she looked at him with a huge smile on her face.

"Oh, God…" he groaned. Casey sang along, making gestures to the song to further amuse him. He shook his head and couldn't hide his smile.

"Are you enjoying Spice Girls, Derek?" she put her hands on her hips and tried her best to face him with the seatbelt still keeping her back some.

"Oh, obviously it's like the soundtrack to my life, Case!" he used the most flamboyant voice he could, and pretended to twist his hair around his finger. She busted out giggling and the song finished.

"You're too much." She laughed, and they pulled up to the apartment, walking up the stairs with smiles on their faces.

When they got inside, he followed her to the kitchen. She grabbed two cups and filled them with orange juice. She handed him one and took a sip from hers. She had a light blush against her cheeks, and a smile she couldn't hide to save her life.

"So I'm guessing this free orange juice and that smile means you had a good time?" he asked, hiding his nervousness by drinking some of his juice.

"Honestly? It was probably the best date I've ever had, Der." She shrugged. He grinned and bit his lip.

"So…does that mean…?" he asked nervously, still not sure where he stood yet.

"I hope it means you'll take me out more…" she looked down shyly. It was awkward, yeah! Neither of them was quite sure whether the other felt enough for another date. Casey obviously did, but wasn't sure if she should act on it, because she didn't want to seem too eager with him.

"I mean, I'll take you out more, Casey…if you'll go as my girlfriend…" he smiled lightly. He was in no way thinking of his bet with Mark anymore. He genuinely wanted to spend more time with her to explore these feelings he was having for her now.

"Well…yeah, I'll go as your girlfriend, Der…" she said shyly.

"Then, it's settled. There's a carnival next week that I can take you to on Wednesday night if you don't mind staying out a little later. I know you have a test and all, it's just that I work until six, and that's the earliest I can get off…"

"That's fine. Yeah, I'd love to go. My test is Tuesday, so you're good." She nodded with a smile. She had to cut him off from rambling or she'd never get to answer him!

They finished their juice and went to their respected bedrooms with only smiles to end the night.

"You know, I figured that since we were officially dating I thought you'd cut back on your pranks, but it feels like they just go so much worse!" Casey barged into the living room, raising her voice at Derek, who sat comfortably in his recliner he'd brought from home. Watching a hockey game, of course. It was only the following Sunday after their date. Needless to say, he'd pranked her twice the day before by putting glue on the pot handles when she was going to make breakfast. He was amazed with himself. It was all about timing when it came to putting glue on things. It was a talent really. The other prank was that he hid all of her soaps and shampoos, so she was forced to using his that dried out her skin, so she ended up smelling like lotion, which wasn't so bad for Derek.

"Look, if you're gonna nag, can it be after the game? This is one of my favorites." He said nonchalantly waving her off. She growled, and reached for the remote control. Derek stood up, feeling a wrestle match about to go down for that remote.

"De-rek! I'm serious!" she held the remote behind her so he'd listen. He stood in front of her and crossed his arms casually over his chest and grinned at her.

He'd hidden all of her clothes from her by stuffing them all in the air vent. She wore only one of his t-shirts and a pair of tights he'd left behind for her. Casey was flustered pink, her hair still slightly damp from her shower she'd just taken, and her lips were pouty. She looked sexy, he had to admit it.

"I'm serious, too, Spacey!" he yelled in a mocking tone.

"You've seen this game just tell me where you put my clothes!"

Derek took a leap of courage, and took a step towards her. He put his hands on her hips, and pressed her body to his. She flinched slightly, still getting used to the fact that he wanted to touch her on a daily basis. This was the closest he'd gotten to her. Well, not really, but she'd been wearing more clothes every other time, and their relationship was still so innocent.

His hands slid behind her back, feeling the curve right above her bottom, wanting to trail his hands further down, but didn't. Derek looked directly into her eyes, making sure she was slightly intimidated. Her lips were slightly parted, and his breath was warm against her face.

All of this happened within seconds, but felt like hours. Derek's hands snaked behind her back where her hands were still hiding the remote, and he snatched it, breaking Casey of her trance.

"You jerk!" She pounced to him and knocked him over. "Give it back!" She was on top of him, reaching for the remote from his hand that had extended over his head. Derek just laughed hysterically, holding her wrist, preventing her from the remote he held with his other hand.

Casey straddled him, putting one hand on the floor beside his head to steady herself and reached over to grab the remote. To her surprise, Derek only laughed harder, turning his body with force, and rolling on top of her, grinning.

"Princess, you do realize, it's difficult for me to lose at this, right?" his voice was laced with fake nonchalance.

Casey only squirmed under him. He was too strong! Damn those new hockey muscles. She felt defenseless under him. She just wanted her clothes back!

"De-rek!" She groaned, irritated at the situation.

"Just tell me I'm the man, Princess, and I'll tell you exactly where your clothes are."

"In your dreams, Dereka!" she grinned.

"Oh, now you're never getting your clothes!" he grinned, and slid the remote across the floor, and grabbed both of her hands, pinning them above her head using just one hand. He smiled mischievously down at her. She only squirmed more.

"Say you're sorry!" he teased her.

Casey just shook her head violently. She wiggled her legs, and her hips bucked up to him, trying to push him off. Casey didn't think of the effect she'd have on him or herself.

Both of their breaths hitched in their throats at Casey's sudden movement. She hadn't even realized he was between her legs pressed tightly to her as he held her down. Derek's eyes darkened and she searched them for any sign of anger.

When she didn't find that anger, she bit her lip lightly and made the same movement again with ease, not even believing that she wanted to feel that pleasure from that single thrust again. Derek shuddered and dropped his head into the crook of her neck. He only wore a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Casey lifted one leg higher to hug his hips to hers. She leaned her head back as she felt the effect she was having on him press against her own body. She bucked lightly again to see if it was safe. His breathing got shallower, as did hers.

"Casey, you don't know what you're getting yourself into…" Derek breathed heavily into her ear. His lips grazed lightly over her lobe, and made his way down her neck to her collar bone. He released her hands and propped himself up lightly on his elbows, and continued exploring with his lips. Casey's hands did exploring of their own.

She lightly traced her fingers down his back and under his shirt so she can feel his warm skin that she suddenly needed to touch. If she didn't touch his skin, she knew she would go crazy.

Derek brushed his lips back up her neck, biting and suckling a single spot but not enough to leave a mark, and ran his tongue over it. She let out a low whimper, and he grinned against her skin. His lips traced back up her jaw, and cheek. He pressed one kiss against the corner of her lips, and leaned his head so that they were nose to nose, looking deeply into the other's eyes.

Casey's breath was heavy against his lips, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself as well as he had been so far. Casey lightly pressed against him again to urge him further. He didn't make a movement. She'd been waiting for their first kiss since they'd started dating, and she couldn't think of a more perfect moment. Was he gonna let it pass?

"Kiss me, dammit…" she whispered huskily into his mouth.

Derek closed the distance immediately. He was so gentle, it surprised Casey a little. It contained all the passion and lust she yearned for, but still kept it gentle for her soft lips. It started with a few gentle brushes of the lips. When Casey dipped her lips further and took his lower lip in hers to suckle it lightly, Derek needed more.

He gently pressed his tongue against her teeth, hoping for an entrance. She happily obliged. Her arms wound around his back to bring him closer, and her legs wrapped around his body, too. Derek responded by pressing against her, making sure she felt his manhood against her softness. Her moan against his lips was enough to drive him over the edge.

Seriously, the waiting was worth it. Derek was a great kisser, and Casey was glad all those rumors floating around high school about him being a god at kissing were true.

Derek was surprised to say that not only was Casey the best kisser he'd ever been with, but the most passionate. He wasn't sure he really wanted to stop, but he felt like if kissing was all they did during this relationship, he'd be happy with that. Just don't tell anyone he said that.

Eventually, they had to release to catch their breaths. Derek leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled at her.

"That was one hell of a first kiss, Princess." His voice was husky.

"Shut up and kiss me again." She moaned, and they were at it again. She didn't mean to sound so needy, but this kiss was four and a half years in the making! It was bound to be a hot one.

Needless to say, Casey got her clothes back. If this is what it took for her to get her way during one of Derek's pranks, she didn't mind him pranking her at all.

Sorry if you guys thought the kiss was a bit much, but I just had that idea in my head, and why not, right? I liked it.

Okay, so I think for the next chapter, I'll write about their date at the carnival. It'll be pretty fluffy and lovey, because I love fluffy Dasey, okay? I'm thinking of keeping it at 10 chapters at the most. I don't wanna have a 50 chapter story and never get anywhere. Six will probably be up tomorrow night or the next night, depending on how long i want it. Anyways, please review, and i hope you're liking it so far.:)