Author's Note: I'm going to try and have the next chapter up either tonight or tomorrow. It took me longer than I anticipated to get this chapter out. But, I promise the story will pick up. :~)

-Anneryn

I DO NOT OWN LIFE WITH DEREK OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Two:

Derek handed me a really short pair of camo shorts, and a tight, black short-sleeved shirt. My face lit up when I saw the clothes.

"Are you serious, Derek?" I asked him, revamped. He smirked and nodded, knowing that I had clued in on what he was talking about. "We're going paint-balling." I said, excitedly. He laughed.

"You'll have to settle for laser tag, I couldn't get enough people to go paint-balling; everyone was busy. But, I promise, this weekend, we'll go paintball: just you and me." Derek promised. I rolled my eyes.

"Deal," I agreed, holding out my hand for him to shake. He smirked and shook it.

"Get changed, so we can go." He told me. I nodded. I looked at him, expectantly. He didn't make any motion to move.

"Derek," I said, trying to get him to clue in. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me, questioningly.

"Yeah, Liz?" He asked me.

"I need to change Derek." I told him. He smirked and crossed his arms. He leaned against my closed bedroom door.

"So change," he retorted. I looked at him, defiantly.

"Fine, I will." I told him. His smirk broadened. I pulled off my tee shirt and tossed it onto the floor. Derek's eyes widened. I still had on a tank top, so I didn't think that taking off my tee shirt mattered.

"Stripping for me, Lizzie?" He asked, amused. If I didn't know him any better, I might say that he sounded slightly aroused.

"You wouldn't leave, so I guess I am." I told him. With that, I turned my back to him and peeled off my undershirt. I tugged off my basketball shorts and let them fall to the floor. I pulled on the black tee. I turned around for a fraction of a second to grab the camo shorts. I bent over slightly, and put them on.

I stood up and faced Derek. He was looking at me with an expression that I've seen him use before. It's a cross between: amusement, fascination, and… longing?

"Happy?" I asked him.

"Overjoyed," he replied. "I've got to give it to you Liz; I didn't think that you had it in you." He told me.

"What?" I asked him, unsure of what he was talking about.

"Taking your clothes off in front of me," he clarified. I blushed, and tried to play it off by shrugging.

"You wanted me to change, and you wouldn't leave. So, I don't know what you honestly expected me to do." I told him, reasonably. He pondered my words, and seemed to agree with them, because he didn't say anything further.

"Let's go, shall we?" He asked me. I nodded. He offered me his arm and we left.

Author's Note: Alright lovelies, you know the drill: review and let me know what you think! :)

Xo Xo,
Anneryn