A/N: Alright everyone, here's the last chapter! Hope you enjoyed the ride!

I DO NOT OWN LIFE WITH DEREK OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Eleven:

"Derek," I whispered, as I shook his arm. He peeked up at me.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep, Lizzie." He grunted. I shook him, again.

"Derek, you gotta go. Everyone's gonna be up soon." I told him. "They're already suspicious. I don't wanna get caught."

"We won't get caught. You worry too much."

"Seriously, Der, come on."

"Fine." He huffed. I gave him a triumphant grin, only to have him pin me to the bed and climb on top of me. He kissed me, until I gave up on trying to kick him out of my room and I kissed him back. He bit down on my bottom lip and groaned. He slid his tongue inside of my mouth and deepened the kiss. He inched his hand up my shirt and ground his bottom half against mine.

"I knew it!" Edwin screamed, as he threw my bedroom door open. We jumped apart and Derek scrambled over to Ed. He shut the door and pinned his brother to the wall.

"If you tell anyone, you're dead!" Derek threatened him. Edwin didn't look scared of Derek, for once in his life.

"I won't, but Casey will. She's the one that convinced me that the two of you were actually fooling around. You can have today, but she's telling Dad and Nora tomorrow." Edwin dropped the bomb, as he pushed Derek away from him and bolted from the room, probably off to find Casey. Derek ran a hand through his messy hair and looked at me. He doesn't look nearly as worried as I feel.

"It's gonna be fine, Liz. They can't do anything. Nothing has changed. I still love you. We'll cool it after today, around here and I'll try to convince Space Case not to say anything. Even if she does, we'll find some way to be together."

"I have enough credits to graduate a year early, Derek." I told him. He looked over at me in surprise.

"Are you serious?" He asked me. I nodded.

"I could probably graduate two years early, if I took classes over both summers." I admitted. I've been taking classes over the summers since I started high school. I'm three grades behind him and Casey. If he's serious, then that's what I can do.

"We're really going to do this?"

"I will, if you will." I promised. "But what about Casey?"

"Let me worry about Casey. I want to enjoy our last day together first."

"But," I protested.

"Lizzie, just shut up and kiss me."