Ah, the long-awaited (and I do mean long... the chapter's 12 pages!) update!
Once again, Derek's POV. I don't own anything from LWD. I also don't own the songs Lethal Lipgloss and Flipside. They belong to The Riff Randells and The Weekend. Um, and they walk home and bond in the next chapter... Then the party... Which takes up like 3-4 chapters... Then the after party (might be the fourth chap or something, I dunno)... Then Temporary Insanity, then, uh, no idea...
Sigh.
Anyways, enjoy, you mongrels! ;) Love all of your wonderful reviews, by the way!
"I just think you should leave the poor girl alone."
Today has been... awesome. I got to touch Casey like I've been wanting to for ages. I lost count of how many times I kissed her neck. It was amazing. I think I came on a little too strong. She was actually crying... sobbing really. I didn't know she was so torn up about it... I didn't think she'd feel that way at all.
I mean, I don't think she's a whore. I never have. She's innocent little Casey. Sammy hasn't even kissed her neck. I don't date girls like Casey... usually. If she was a whore, I would have made out with her already. Casey's not like that. I think the fact that she cried proves that.
I felt really bad about it too. Absolutely horrible. I completely forgot all of my previous happiness and then felt so guilty for even being happy in the first place. I really did mean what I said to her. I don't usually apologize, you know. Not even to my family most of the time. Well, except that one time when I cussed Dad out (for getting married to Nora out of the blue like that). Of course I felt like he was going to throttle me, so it might've been more fear than sincerity, but whatever...
I just wish I had a switch and I could just turn off the jerky part of me. I'm always at my worst around her. And honestly, if I want to be able to kiss her (even once), without her slapping me, I was going to have to be nicer... But not too nice. Then she'd catch on.
Actually, I shouldn't be worried about that. She seems rather dense. I mean, I said this totally romantic thing from one of her favorite books (she has it underlined in her copy), and she didn't apply that to reality. Sydney had feelings for Lucie. The guy pretty much died for her. I'm not saying that I have those kinds of feelings for Casey because I don't... But I sure don't see her as a sister, and I like her a bit more than I should. As I was saying... There is an obvious romantic allusion there. And she totally didn't notice. Okay, I take that back. She either didn't notice or didn't care.
Kind of like that kiss... Neither of us said anything about it (and who would?). It was sort of an awkward topic to bring up, after all. And remember, I'm Mr. Cool, so of course I can't bring it up! But it was... nice. To say the least. And waaaay too short. It's weird, but even though I sorta did kiss her, I want to do it even more... I'm going frickin' insane here!
If I want to do something, then, well... I do it. That's why I've got a wallet filled with pictures of girls from Quebec to British Columbia. That's why my black book's about two inches thick. Yeah, and I'm not even seventeen yet. I'll be seventeen in January. It's only a few months away.
Sweet Sixteen I am not. Casey's still fifteen. She's going to be sixteen in December. Did you know that the mutual consent age here is 14? Not that I'm thinking about it or anything... Okay, so that might possibly sort of kinda be a... mistruth. Okay, so it's a lie. A completely baldfaced lie. But I'm a sixteen-year-old guy, what do you expect? I mean, just pointing it out, you know... That reminds me... I should get her something really good for her birthday, you know, to make up for the fact that I've been such an ass to her since... ever.
This is literally killing me! I told you I have shoddy impulse control, and, well, I do. Seriously, how many times have I almost kissed her since I found out that I think she's... Well, you know what I mean! It's a lot, I'm telling you! But she didn't pull away... So, hmm, that's interesting and maybe it means she's... Oh, I don't know! Stupid Casey.
And that's why I'm standing outside the shower (I've been hanging around the bathroom a lot lately), waiting for her. Okay, so maybe my intentions are slightly less than honorable... But, hey, I've been standing here a good twenty minutes without pulling back the curtain. She doesn't even know I'm here yet. The operative word in that sentence being yet. She ought to in a second or two... After all, she just turned off the water.
Her hand groped around the bathroom for a towel. We always have a towel shortage here in the Venturi household. However, being the kind gentleman that I am, I spotted a clean, dry towel and handed it to her, or, rather, her hand. It's hilarious, because Casey didn't even register that a "disembodied" hand had handed her a towel. She flipped out when she opened the door and saw me standing there. She screamed so very, very loud. I feel deaf. My poor ears.
"Nice to see you too, Casey," I muttered sarcastically. Casey scowled at me, wrapping the towel tighter around herself self-consciously. I stared at her appreciatively, my eyes roving over her wet, dripping legs... Okay, down boy! Man, I sound like a dog trainer... Well, to be fair, Derek, you are a dog. Hitting on your stepsister... But I'm no Ryan Phillippe and she's not catching on. Agreeably, I think you're lucky she hasn't. "Looking good, Case..." I mumbled, trying to keep the drool down to a minimum.
Casey groaned loudly, obviously aggravated. Well, what can I say? I bring the best out in people... Or is it the worst? Damn. Oh well. Okay, now, Derek, we are not going to think about how hot Casey looks right now, even though she does... all wet like that and, uh, why am I having trouble swallowing? Ooh, she's getting angry! ...But I'm not supposed to be thinking about that. Oh, kinda like how you're supposed to not be attracted to her in the first place, right? Riight.
"Derek! Why is it that everywhere I go, everywhere I turn... You're always there! Driving me absolutely up the wall! And the bathroom... You're always in the bathroom when I am! What are the odds of that? I mean, seriously! And would you cut it out with the flirtation; it's getting on my nerves!" Casey screeched, releasing her anger. Her anger was founded and I got why she was angry, but still... It sorta stung. Oh, great. I'm going soft. Well, that's just peachy.
I rolled my eyes at her outburst. Okay, so I was sort of tuning her out... Not that that's a new thing. Besides, it makes her get angrier... I love it when she's angry... Especially when she's angry, dripping wet in a towel... Derek, man, drooling, hello!
Casey was glaring at me darkly. She then, of course, noticed what exactly I was looking at and (unfortunately, damnit!) crossed her arms over her chest... Which sort of acted like a push up bra and... Man, you're not a dog. Close your mouth and, and stop looking! And drooling...
"Relax, Casey... I was just coming to see if you were ready to go to the movies with me tonight," I mumbled dryly, fascinated by a drop of water that fell from her hair, landed on her neck, and started to slowly slide down her chest, joining with other drops... I bet her skin's soft. Her skin's flushed from the shower. Casey gave me a surprised look.
Like she didn't think I'd keep my promise or something. She was crying. How could I not keep it? I always keep my promises...
No, D, you don't.
Fine! Whatever.
"You knew I was in the shower. Remember, I had to practically pull you out?" Casey countered sharply. I snorted, hands on my hips. She didn't pull me out. After all, remember how squirmy she is around me? She basically kept screaming and banging on the door until, despite the fact that I happen to like her voice, it was driving me insane. So I relented, got out, and (once again) had just barely gotten the towel around myself before she walked in.
She really tried her hardest not to stare this time... But, baby, I'm irresistible. I mean, I'll get Casey, just you watch! I got Sandra, didn't I? Yeah, a kid-loving environmental vegetarian. My total opposite. Okay, that's not true. Casey's my opposite.
Feminist, chauvinist (she would probably add a pig to the end). Nerd, cool. Kind, cruel. Smart, dumb. Klutzy, athletic. Cultured, barbaric. Even our styles are different... I'm like... hard rock. And she's like... Sugar and Spice. We're both hot, though...
See, there's a very good reason I have to go about this carefully... I have little to no qualms about making out with my stepsister... Dating her, sc... Okay, D, don't get ahead of yourself! She has to like you first. And right now the girl hates you. However, Casey... She knows it's completely "wrong".
I bet she thinks it's incest or something. I mean, it sort of is... But it's not like we share any of the same DNA. If we had kids, they wouldn't be... Whoa! Kids! Kids! This girl is making you nuttier than a fruitcake.
She probably doesn't even think about it... The 'what-ifs'. It's exactly like her. Doesn't want to bother her poor little brain by actually thinking about serious issues. Not that she doesn't think. She thinks a lot, especially seriously. It's just... if there's something she doesn't want to think about... she doesn't. She just... doesn't. And so she's probably not thinking about me.
Not that you could tell by the way she was looking at me.
"How could I forget? You almost walked in on me again!" I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest. Casey blushed and I grinned. She sighed, grimacing a little.
"But I can't go to the movies with you... I've got a date with Sam," Casey said smoothly, walking past me, towards the mirror, with all the dignity she possessed. I'm impressed. She's acting like I'm not even here... But we're going to the movies tonight.
Us.
I don't care that she has a date with Sam. We will go to the movies together.
Period.
"I'll pay!" I declared loudly. Casey immediately whipped around to face me... so fast her towel almost fell off (I wish it had!). Unfortunately, she grabbed it before it could fall. There was this incredibly excited look on her face. And I had put it there. Me. Not Sam.
Derek: 1, Sam: 0.
Uh, hey, Dipstick, did you forget that Casey's his girl, not yours? No! You're going to have to give him a point then.
Fine! Derek: 1, Sam: 1. There. We're even! You happy now?
No... Wait for it, wait for it...
Casey smirked a little, frowning (rats!), and thinking for a moment. "Well... I guess you could maybe tag along with Sam and me..." She mumbled distractedly. But I don't want to go to the movies with Sam. You go to the movies because of the darkness... You can do whatever you want in the dark.
Derek: 1, Sam: 2.
No, no, no! Wait! She was staring at me for a very long time when I was shirtless...
Two points, Derek.
And, and, and... I've been in the shower with her!
Three... Nice, D.
Not to mention that she's met my dad, my brother, my sister, my grandmother, my stepmother, and, of course, my two stepsisters...
Four... Ah, but wait! Sam gets one point because he is not Casey's stepbrother. Three, Sam. Oh well, I'm still beating him! All Hail King Derek!
Yo, Kingy... He gets another point because Casey doesn't hate him.
And I get one because I'm the most popular guy in school... I'm still winning!
Sam gets another point because Casey actually likes him. And she kisses him, so that's another. Jeez... He has like 6.
And I have 5. But I've kissed her neck. Something her brilliant boytoy hasn't done. That's two. Plus the fact that we live together... And I quoted her favorite book... Two more!
Let's see... Derek: 9. Sam... 6.
Life is good. I'm beating the wuss. What can I say? I'm a bad loser. It's my way or the highway, baby!
Okay, I am not "tagging along". Derek Venturi does not tag along. Period. I need a date. If I have to go with Princess Prude over there and Captain Priss, I am bringing some hot chick with me. I mean, do I look like a masochist to you? I'm not watching Casey and Sammy holding hands all night. If I do, I'm going to snap and lose what part of a brain I have left.
Hm... And I think I know exactly what girl to bring.
"Hey, Case, what's your cousin's number?" I drawled amusedly. Casey rolled her eyes irritatedly, groaning. She just hated Victoria. For the most part, that is.
"You know, she's your cousin too, Derek..." Casey muttered, scowling. If I didn't know her so well, I'd say she was jealous. But I do, and she's obviously not. Notice how she avoided answering my question. Yeah, sneaky of her, isn't it?
I rolled my eyes this time, snorting. Casey shot me a look. "So?" I challenged boldly, absolutely nonchalant. Honestly, Case, you think I have a problem dating my cousin by marriage? Especially when I'm lusting after my stepsister? I'm no hypocrite. Besides, she's a real good kisser. "We're only related by marriage..."
Casey made a tsking noise, narrowing her eyes at me, her hands on her hips... I could just reach out right now and... grab the towel and... throw it off... and... Bad move, Casey... You're just so lucky I can resist temptation... SO lucky, babe.
"You're still related," Casey stated bluntly, but I could tell she couldn't really argue against me... And I was about to prove it to her.
I licked my lips, feeling a sly smirk creep up on my face like second-nature. I slowly sidled over to her, closer and closer... Step after step... Closer, closer. Casey backed up, a worried (and somewhat panicked) look on her face... Why is she doing that? It's not like I'm going to hurt her or anything!
I just want to make her a little uncomfortable. Just a little. Like she makes me all the time. All the time.
Casey's back hit the wall. She groaned in pain. I frowned, still advancing upon her... Not exactly pinning her to the wall, but not giving her much space to roam free either. Can't make things too easy for her, you know...
And then I leaned in a bit too close to her (per usual). I could feel my breath against her face, and she closed her eyes involuntarily. "No blood relation... Just like you and me," I whispered in a low, husky voice. Casey's eyes shot wide open, and she shuddered, remembering just how little clothing she was wearing (or maybe because I had freaked her out)... Not that I minded.
Then she noticed how close we were standing... And how I was looking at her like she was a full dessert plate. Not that that would be hard to see... Casey pushed me away lightly, looking rather nervous. Obviously, she was afraid of touching my chest... Aww, that's so cute. Sweet, innocent little Casey.
I wanna dirty her up.
Please, tell me I did not just think that.
D, man, you did. Get a grip.
"Fine. Mom's got her number downstairs... Just get out so I can get ready already!" Casey mumbled, frustrated and flustered. I was a bit... distracted... studying the drops of water on her eyelashes, so she had to push me a little before I got the hint and left.
What I wouldn't kill to be back in that room, watching her get ready. But I have to ask her cousin out, so I'm kind of booked... Hmm, where's that sheet of numbers that Nora had? Oh, here it is, by the phone! Great... Vicky, Vicky, Vicky...
Okay, I'm dialing the numbers... And it's ringing! Yes! Come on, baby, answer me! "Hello?" Aunt Fiona. Bingo.
I felt myself grinning. "Hey, Auntie Fi, it's Derek... Can I talk to Vicky?" I asked smoothly, turning up the charm. Aunt Fiona sighed, obviously passing the phone to Vicky, who giggled. Greeat.
"Hey, Derek... What's up?" Victoria said seductively, knowing exactly how she sounded. She knows she's a siren. It's a wonder she isn't surprised. It's been months since the wedding.
And I haven't called. It's bad for my image, you know.
"Vicky, Vicky, Vicky... Baby..." I began charmingly. She cut me off with a scoff.
"It's Victoria. Vicky is icky," She corrected, sounding rather annoyed. Oh well... I've gotten girls who've been annoyed with me before. Just you watch. She'll be eating out of my hand by the time I'm done with her...
"Yeah, yeah... Whatever. So, anyways... My buddy Sam and his girl are dragging me along on a date with them, and Sam's worried that I'll steal his girl or something... so he asked me to invite someone. Anyways, I thought and I thought, and your name came to mind... So, I was wondering, would you want to go with me, babe?" I inquired flirtatiously, curling the phone cord around my finger. I was pacing, but I wasn't nervous.
I knew she was going to say yes. Hello, I'm Derek Venturi! Nobody says no to Derek.
Nobody.
Except Casey, but I'm not supposed to be thinking about her right now.
Especially as I'm going to be making out with her cousin in an hour or two.
"Yeah, sure! Where?" Victoria chirped brightly.
Excited, isn't she? I rattled off the address of the only movie theater in town and told her to meet me there at seven. Okay, I was kinda on autopilot there. Whatever.
"Yeah, okay. Bye, Vicky!" I mumbled, hanging up just as she started to respond. Great. Now I have to get ready. Bet Casey's still in the bathroom. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to barge in. And if she's naked, well, that's too damn bad.
Or too good, really.
Hmm, I think I should put my green t-shirt on over this one (I'm still wearing the black button-up). Leave a few buttons of the top unbuttoned. Yeah, that's good. My jeans are good. Tight enough, but still loose. Torn. That's good. Cologne... Where did I put that stuff? Okay, here it is... But I'm going to have to go into the bathroom to do my hair... Period.
Now, where are my shoes? You know, my favorite pair... The casual ones that are all nice and broken in... Okay, cool, found them. Under my bed, but still...
Ah, now it's time to drop in on Casey... I'm going to like this. I can tell. I strode into the bathroom quietly, slipping through a teeny crack in the door noiselessly. I just loved surprising Casey. It's okay. She's putting on make-up. In just a bra and a miniskirt.
God is so cruel.
We're related? I mean... No one that hot can be in my family. It's like illegal.
You know, I never pictured her as a red lace kind of girl... She, she can't... Right? I mean, just because Dad and Nora left her for the weekend doesn't mean... It... It can't, right? She can't plan on, on... Ugh. It's so horrible I can't even say it.
She's not going to get lucky tonight.
If I can help it, and, so help me, I will be!
I will be that annoying, ever-present thorn in her side for the duration of the date. I will spoil every ounce of "fun" she has with that punk. Period.
Unless it's with me... I totally wouldn't be against hitting that.
Okay, that makes even me cringe. She'd slap me silly if I...
I should sneak up behind her now. Yeah, Dere, that would be smart. Casey was dancing and singing to herself, brushing the blush across her cheeks. Not that she needed it. Listen to me. I must be going mental. I think she's pretty without make-up.
It's lunacy, I say!
"She's got a hot date and she's already late 'cause she's pulling up her stockings too slow... And she don't care if he gives a care at all. And everybody's talking about the new girl in town 'cause she's been turning the heads on the street. It's 'cause her mom don't care and her dad don't care at all. It's lethal (lethal) lip gloss (lip gloss), and she's putting it on to the max... It's lethal (lethal) lip gloss (lip gloss)... Well, come on, boys, you just got to chillax..." Casey hummed, applying lip gloss brightly.
I wrapped an arm around her waist suddenly, pulling her against me. I cleared her hair away with one hand, resting my face on her shoulder. I rubbed my cheek against her skin, resting my lips against her shoulder... Right next to her bra strap. Like I was almost kissing her or something.
Oh, wait... I forgot. I've already done that. Silly me.
"Never pictured you as a red lace kind of girl, Case..."
Casey jumped about a foot in the air, letting out an unearthly shriek. Then she elbowed me HARD in the stomach. I rocketed backwards, clutching my injured stomach, but then I noticed something. Casey's back... Was kind of red and swelling a little. Like she was bruising.
Crap. Did I do that? I mean, I didn't mean to or anything!
I carefully approached her, gently placing a light hand on her back, the very spot where the bruise was blooming. I pressed down upon it carefully, noting the grimace that crossed her face. Immediately, I stopped pressing down on it. It looks painful.
Oddly enough, she wasn't shoving me away or going psychotic on me. Which is very chill, and very not Casey.
"I'm sorry," I replied honestly. Casey rolled her eyes in the mirror, turning to face me, leaning boldly against the sink. She looks so hot! No, seriously, I want to... Well, you know what I want to do... It doesn't take a rocket scientist, after all...
"You've said that already," Casey retorted a bit snappily, hands on her hips. Such a toned stomach... She's right. She always is.
Ignoring her for the moment (it was so hard, but really, it was the better thing to do in the situation), I went up to the mirror, getting my hair gel out of the cabinet. I unscrewed the cap and began to fix my hair. I about had a coronary when Casey bumped my hip (yeah, like Seventies-The-Bump-Style)... Of course, it was only because she wanted some extra room to do her make-up, but still... Doesn't change the fact that I want to jump her!
Man, she's in the room... Save thoughts like that for when it's just you... All alone.
Apparently Casey was feeling playful, as she snickered and ruffled my hair, effectively messing it up. I scowled darkly at her, patting my hair self-consciously. Casey laughed at me, mumbling a constant stream of sarcastic comments. Eventually (damnit!) she put on a shirt... That low-cut red one, you know? Her hair's down... She looks great. I mean that.
Anyways, we headed out. I didn't compliment her. I probably should've, but I didn't. We were also meeting Sam at the theater... We didn't talk much on the way there, really... Mostly yes and no stuff. Nothing earth-shattering. It was sort of, well, awkward. Then again, what isn't awkward with me and Casey?
No, seriously... Tell me. I mean, that kiss, for instance. Perfect opportunity to bring it up. But did I? No, of course not. It wasn't a very long walk anyways, maybe ten minutes...
Vicky and Sammy were already there when we arrived. Jeez, Vicky REALLY looks like Casey. How did I miss that? Seriously. They look like sisters!
Not that I would do Casey's sister... Ew, especially not Lizzie, her real sister. I meant, like if she had an older one... You know, one less resistant. I wouldn't. Really. I've seen TV! I know how wrong that is.
Not that dating her cousin is much better.
But I'm working on it. Really. I am.
Vicky raised an eyebrow when I arrived with Casey... like she knew. Well, gee, Derek, you did say that Sam was worried about you stealing his girl, and that girl just happens to be your stepsister. You do the math. Though, really, Sammy should be worried about me stealing his girl.
Especially with the way she's been looking at me lately... And the close proximity in which we live. When I'm done with her, she won't have a thought to spare on Sam.
Okay, I'm an evil genius.
I watched with annoyance as Casey greeted her oh-so loving boyfriend with a kiss on the cheek. Then I made sure she was watching and frenched Victoria hello. Casey's groan was more music to my ears than Victoria's moan. I think that's a bad sign. I broke the kiss, smirking, especially when I saw Victoria's smile. Then, just because I had to push things a little further than good old angel Sammy, who was holding hands with Casey (doesn't that just make you want to vomit?), I wrapped an arm around Victoria's waist.
We walked up to the ticket stand and picked a movie. I paid for myself and Victoria, turning to face an expectant look on Casey's face. She crossed her arms over her chest, and finally, I broke down and bought her the ticket. Sam blinked in surprise and Victoria frowned. Casey gestured for me to buy for Sam. I snorted, rolling my eyes.
"I said I'd pay for you, Casey. I never said anything about paying for Sam," I retorted coolly. Casey rolled her eyes, and Sam gave me a wary, confused look before paying for himself. That being done, we walked inside the theater, heading for the concession stand.
I bought myself a jumbo-size popcorn and a large soda. Victoria, the skinny thing, only bought a pack of gum, saying that she would just have a few bites of my popcorn. Anorexic little moocher. Casey wanted some cotton candy (a lot of it), and I couldn't refuse her... It's sweet, just like she is.
Man, listen to me, I sound like some loony boybander.
Oh, but boybanders get girls... Still, not my thing.
Then we headed into the theater. Sam and Casey went in first, and I made sure to snag the seat on Casey's other side (the left)... That way I could watch her easier. And who knows when it might come in handy? It will, trust me.
Frankly, the movie we were watching sucked the bag. Seriously, it was the worst movie I've ever seen. Some sappy romantic crap. Of course, it was dark in the theater... So I kind of slipped my arms around both Vicky and Casey... Let me tell you, it is impossible to get popcorn! I have to play bobbing for popcorn practically. Anyways, Casey thinks it's Sam's arm around her. But it's not.
I mean, really... The fingers are going in the wrong way for it to be his. I'm in a very good place right now. Sandwiched between two gorgeous girls... Casey's absentmindedly rubbing her cheek against my hand and playing with my fingers. It's nice.
And Vicky... You really don't want me to get into what she's trying to do. Let's just say I'm getting the vibe that she's a little less... pristine... than her cousin.
I have to be careful about staring at Casey, though. Victoria's gonna get suspicious (and rightly, too!). Cool, Derek. Cool.
Unfortunately for me, about halfway through the movie, Sam did that corny yawn thing. You know, where you pretend to yawn, stretch, and then, somehow, suddenly the arm winds up around the shoulder. There's an aww moment and then you cuddle... You know?
Personally, I don't use that move. 'Cause it's frickin' lame. Lame. I'm not lame. And, to be frank, it's a bit too wussy for me. I like to make my moves boldly and openly. Not hiding behind some excuse.
Unlike Sam the Angel-boy over there. Man...
He needs to grow a pair.
Honestly.
Anyways, so when his arm was supposed to get around Casey's neck... Well, you can guess what happened, right? Yeah... My arm was kind of... there. And Sam looked over at me, eyes wide, looking betrayed or something. Not betrayed... I mean, it's not like I'm fooling around with her in his bedroom or anything. I was pretending to actually watch the retarded movie by then, so Sam's cry of alarm rather irritated me.
"Man, what the hell! What is your arm doing around my girlfriend?" Sam snapped a bit too loudly. Uh oh. Wow, man, I only think all of Canada heard you. Seriously, people are booing and hissing him. Yeah, Sam, golden boy. Remind me how I'm friends with such a virgin? He is such a fricking pansy.
Victoria glanced over at me, frowning. Yeah, whatever Vicky. I'll get to you later. Sheesh.
Even in the darkness, I could make out Casey's blush, lit up by the flashing screen. She bit her lip, immediately dropping her hand and jerking her head away from my fingers. She looked to Sam, guilt and embarrassment written all over her face. Sam was angry, for once. So, just to piss him off and rile him up a little more, I caressed the side of Casey's face. To her credit, she at least tried to turn away.
But Sam was just a bit pissed. Come to think of it, Casey probably was too. Oh well. That's their problem, not mine. However, I forced myself to plaster a clueless look on my face, as if I was actually innocent. Hah. That's a good one. Me, innocent. I'm laughing my ass off inside.
"Oh, I do? Oops," I mumbled distractedly. Sam rolled his eyes, physically pushing my arm off of Casey. Wow. He's really growing. Violence so isn't his forte. Must be all that tofu Casey's been feeding him. Men are not made of tofu. Meat. I'm telling you.
I don't think Sam is a red-blooded man. He's not even a boy really. I think his blood's bluuue. He's such a pansy with his cornflower curls and cluelessly wide blue eyes. You just want to smack him. Oh, and that stupid ski-cap he always wears. So friggin' annoying! So annoying.
Victoria rolled her eyes and pulled me up, muttering an excuse over her shoulder. "We're going to get more popcorn!" She chirped brightly, pulling me out of the theater by the collar. She has this really weird talent of being able to say anything and still sound bored and unsatisfied.
Great. Now I can't watch Casey... and that rat, Sam. They could be doing anything right now!
No... Casey's pure, and sweet, and innocent... And Sam is not me. Actually, if I were Sam, I would've been frenching her there. He doesn't have the stones.
What do I have to worry about? Nothing. Yeah... Just keep telling yourself that, D.
Victoria woke me out of my thoughts by snapping her fingers, popping her gum. Great, another annoying habit. I looked to her for an explanation. She rolled her eyes disinterestedly. "It was getting a little stuffy in there... Let's leave those lovebirds alone... so we can be alone, okay, Derek?" Victoria drawled flirtatiously, putting her finger to my lips.
Who was I to refuse that?
She proceeded to explain that she had once worked in a movie theater. She told me that all AMC theaters, despite having different amounts of theaters in them, were built and organized along the same lines. Which they were, pretty much. The main theaters and concession stand was along the center... Always the biggest and most crowded. There were usually theaters to the left and the right, though their concession stands were rarely ever open. There were theaters to the left and right of these concession stands... And bathrooms scattered about, generally down the hallways and off to the corner.
Anyways, she told me about something you never really notice in the theaters... You know, how when you walk in and they take your tickets? If you look up, you see this sort of railing... To a balcony. There's movie posters and crap up there... But never any people. Anyways... That's where you go if you run a projector. Victoria knows because she used to run the projector.
She knows where the stairs are too. So she's taking me up there. You would think you'd have to have a key or something, right? Well... You don't. Most people at the movies are in a hurry to get to the movie... No one ever explores.
Except us, that is.
I suspect it's less of an exploring thing and more of a she-wants-to-make-out-with-me-thing. Not that I mind... in the slightest.
We went up the balcony... though we had to be really sneaky about it. We went into one of the projection rooms. It just happened to be the one with Casey and Sammy in it. And guess what they were doing?
Yeah, my innocent little Casey was kissing that hobo. No, not kissing. Making out. Sucking face. It was disgusting. Casey and Sam. Ew.
Victoria, of course, thought this was the sweetest thing ever. So, naturally, she had to point it out. As if I wasn't already staring, gaping, being sick, and wishing I was Sam. "Aww, look... Little Casey's having her first kiss," She muttered sarcastically.
I scowled and crushed her lips against mine in a kiss. I just snapped. This whole... thing... with Casey was just leaving me so sexually frustrated. I just want to make out with her and get the whole damn thing over with already. I don't like this whole moving slow concept. It sucks. I want to just do it and be done with it!
But she hates me, so I have to work for it... Buy her trust. Blah, blah, blah. All that junk I hate doing. I just want to get right down to the chase!
So I kissed Victoria hard and thought about all this. I accidentally hit the projector, which projected the movie off to the side. Victoria separated herself from my lips, grinning, and reset the projector. There were a few angry people yelling about it. Whatever.
Victoria approached me again... so close. She fingered the unbuttoned top of my shirt, licking her lips. "So, what were we doing before we were interrupted?" She whispered seductively, slamming me up against the wall, pressing her body against mine.
"This." I kissed her again. Hard, passionately. If I closed my eyes... it was easy to imagine that she was someone else...
No! Don't ruin this, Derek. Not by thinking about Casey! I forced the thoughts of Casey out of my mind, concentrating on kissing Victoria.
I felt her tugging at the hem of my t-shirt, and I helped her pull it off. Our lips separated for only a second, and my eyes barely opened. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to me. My other arm slid up to tangle in her long hair, playing with it absentmindedly. My eyes fluttered open and I saw her fingers hurrying to undo my shirt. I swear, I have never seen someone unbutton a shirt so fast... But a lot of it was already unbuttoned...
Anyways, Victoria smirked, breaking the kiss for a minute as she shrugged out of her jacket and ripped her shirt off. I shrugged my shirt off, and she ran her hands over my chest, relishing the feeling as she leaned in, twining her leg around mine. I kissed her again, desperately. She bit my lip once. I tasted blood... irony. No, not irony, iron-y. But I didn't care.
Lust was clouding my already vacant mind, and all I could think about was...
Well, I think that's obvious.
She threw her arms around my neck, hanging on me. One of my arms was draped around her waist, the other sliding up her leg and up her skirt. Such smooth skin... My eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy. My hand slipped down her waist, fumbling with the zipper of her skirt. I felt her smile against my lips as she ran a hand through my hair. I smiled back.
But then a song started playing in the movie. At first I put it out of my mind, or, really, I tried. But they say that when you don't have one sense, the others become more effective. I had closed my eyes, so I couldn't help but focus on the words... Clear as day that night.
You said to meet you on the flipside, baby... I'd love to, I'd love to.
You promised things would be different, maybe I'll believe you, honey, I'll believe you...
You say you're ready for commitment, oh my, there you go with your wandering eye...
You leave me, regret it, and you come crawling back. I tell you I hate you, but I still let you in...
You say old dogs can't learn new tricks.
And I know it sounds really stupid, but I realized something. From listening to a song. I know, what am I, on Instant Star? Please, tell me I did not just make that analogy. I blame Casey for grabbing the remote and making me watch her girly shows.
You see... That's the problem. I feel guilty and ashamed. Seeing as I have no shame, I never feel guilty. So this is freaking me out just a tad. Okay, a lot!
I don't know what it is... I guess I feel like the guy with the wandering eye. Okay, now this is seriously pathetic. I just rhymed! Which makes me feel like an old dog... and, well... I am a dog! Not old... but a dog.
I mean, I know I'm a bit... Promiscuous, you could say... But... Now I feel bad about it... For being the guy I am. It's so unnatural.
And you know what it is?
It's Casey.
I think this could be a bit more serious than I first thought.
With Vicky's hands on my belt buckle, I broke the kiss, panting. I looked at her with wide, open eyes and I knew. I knew I couldn't do it. Haha, punny. But I couldn't. I pushed Vicky away, groaning inwardly. Vicky frowned, confused. I sighed, not quite knowing how to explain this to her.
What do I say? Sorry, Vicky, but I'm really digging your cousin lately? Please, that is such an asshole thing to do. And I realize that I am an asshole, but seriously... Even I'm not that cold. Especially if I was making out with her like five minutes ago.
"I can't do this..." I muttered, frowning and biting my lip. Vicky gaped at me, surveying me in surprise. Guess she's never been turned down before. Has she done this before? I mean, if I have...
She got the hint when I picked up my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Vicky snorted, crossing her arms over her chest and sneering at me, just like she'd done to Casey... Casey.
"Oh, so you choose now to be a prude, Derek? Last time you were coming on to me," Victoria hissed, approaching me angrily, hands on her hips. In just a black, lacy bra (kinda like Casey's!) and an unzipped miniskirt. Maybe I have more self-control than I thought...
I know what you're thinking, okay? And you're wrong.
I haven't had sex with Victoria. She's like my cousin, and I just saw her at the wedding. I'm not that trampy. Now, her, on the other hand... I don't know.
Okay, that was a little mean. I mean, like you're one to talk, manwhore.
Oh, shut up... I'm already pissed enough that I didn't nail her, and I'm getting nowhere fast with Casey! You think I'm having fun here? Taking four showers in 36 hours is NOT my idea of fun. It barely helps relax me. Barely.
'Cause I can't stop thinking of the stupid girl! Augh!
I sighed, picking up the button up and putting it on. My leather jacket was in the theater. I forced myself to look at Victoria. "It's not you, trust me," I muttered, cursing my stupid guilty brain. Jeez, great time to grow a conscience!
Maybe this is why Sammy's such a wuss.
Because he has morals and scruples and other such worthless things.
Damn him. I am not going to become Sam. I am not going to be some throw-pillow.
I am going to make moves and take stands! Not pansy around and wait for the crap to happen to me! I make things happen! I am aggressive and active, not passive.
Victoria looked at me expectantly, picking up her shirt. She looks GOOD. I just want to... But I can't.
You'd do Casey, though, wouldn't you?
Yes, well... Damnit! This is too... CRAZY. I just want to rip my hair out.
"Look, it's just... I like someone else... And I'm sorry that I... I'm sorry. You're hot and... great and all... But I feel bad kissing you. I mean, I actually feel guilty, and that's something completely new to me. Maybe a few weeks ago, but... not now. I'm kind of hoping I'll get over it in the future, and... when I do, I'll call you up, okay?" I explained nervously, feeling awkward.
An understanding look crossed Vicky's face. Note... I said understanding. Not happy or even not a glare. She was obviously pissed. Not that I could blame her. I did kind of lead her on, after all. She shot me a disgusted look, slipping into her shirt, zipping up her skirt, putting on her jacket, and then, finally, patting down her hair. She looked at me resolutely and wiped the lipstick off my mouth.
Needless to say, both of us returned to the theater very unhappy campers. Victoria didn't look or speak to me for the duration of the movie. Not that I expected anything less... I'd dealt with pissed girls before.
And with Casey in the house, it's becoming an everyday phenomenon.
Speaking of Casey, she was no longer smooching my best friend. In fact, she shot me a curious look. I felt flattered. Maybe I am getting somewhere.
After that, time just flew by, and before I knew it... The movie was over.
Victoria walked out of the theater first, frostily. Her mom was already there, so she got in without even another word, and Aunt Fiona drove off without saying a thing to Casey, who looked rather offended. Can't blame her.
I'm sorta offended too. I mean, I did their wedding video, and Casey practically organized the whole deal. And nothing. I asked her daughter out, and still, nothing. Rude, much?
Guess Vicky gets that ice bitch thing from her mom then... Poor Nora.
Having to grow up with her.
Not even a hello. Ugh. I just hate people like that...
Ooh, and there's Sammy's mom. Great. No more Sammy. Aww, he kissed Casey goodbye... On the cheek.
How fricking sweet.
If Casey was my girlfriend, I wouldn't be able keep my hands off her. I think I've already proved that.
I'd have problems keeping it secret... but I'd deal. I always do, after all.
Sam looked to me for reassurance, the dumbass. I want your girlfriend, man. Yeah, you can trrust me. With a capital T.
I patted him on the shoulder... In a manly way. "Relax, Sammy, I'll walk her home... After all, what kind of stepbrother would I be if I let my stepsister get raped?" I promised with a grin. Casey flinched at the mention of the word "rape", and Sam looked a bit uneasy but left with his mom nonetheless. Of course, we live at the same house, so how could I not walk her home?
I wouldn't let any thugs get her... Now... Me on the other hand?
I don't know. I just can't make any promises.
I grinned wickedly, holding my arm out for her to take it. Like a proper gentleman would. Except I'm no gentleman. I'm so far from it that it's not funny... Casey merely stared at it warily for a second, as if she were hallucinating, before hesitantly linking her arm through mine.
I straightened up, puffing my chest out with pride, and brightening immediately. We started off for home when Casey smirked at me... Yes, CASEY smirked.
I know! I'm rubbing off on her! I'm so proud and happy... But, seriously, what's she so happy about?
"So, Derek, did someone strike out with Vicky?" Casey questioned smugly, grinning over at me. Oh... That's what she's so happy about. Damn her.
If it weren't for her, we both would've been happy. I shook my head, glaring at Casey, who rolled her eyes.
Girl, if you only knew.
Of course, if you knew, you'd be disgusted.
I mean, I'm... me. And your stepbrother. And you're dating my best friend. And she's your cousin.
But, damn it, I did it for you. Or, should I say didn't? Yes... I didn't do it for you.
Because, damn it, you make me feel...
Something.
Loren ;
Hope you liked it. Review please!
One thing to leave you with, though... If Derek doesn't play the guitar, then why does he have a Fender amp in his room?