Disclaimer: Still don't own Life with Derek.
Chapter #10--Open Doors
The rest of the day was sheer torture for Derek. What the hell was he going to do? Although he knew that he had to take action, no coherent plan came to mind. He kicked himself for not simply saying something to Casey when she asked him earlier.
As they got out of school that day, he saw them. There was Casey walking alongside Roger White. Derek felt his blood boil but did his best to control his temper.
Coming up behind them, Derek casually slung his arms over both Casey and Roger's shoulders.
"So . . . fellows," he said, trying to sound as casual as possible, "what are our plans for this evening?"
"Well, Derek," said Roger snidely, "Casey and I are going to see a play and I assume that your going home to sit alone in your room."
"Come on now, Rog," said Derek, all playfulness having left his voice leaving only raw hostility, "is that anyway to talk to Casey's favorite step-brother?"
"Derek!" said Casey stopping in her tracks and turning to face him. Derek noted that her face was flushed and she was practically seething with anger.
"What do you want?!" she asked him, hostilely.
"Whatever do you mean, sister dear?" he said bitterly. Some part of him was aware that he wasn't making the whole situation any better. Then again, he wasn't about to have this conversation in front of Roger.
"Derek!" yelled Casey, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him with her, "Classroom. Now."
"Roger," she called as an after thought, "I'll be back soon."
Dragging Derek into the classroom, Casey turned to face him once again.
She was teaming with rage and her hair was a fly, but at the same time, it looked like she was ready to burst into tears at any moment.
"Derek," she asked again angrily, this time with almost a pleading desperation in her voice, "what the hell do you want?"
"What do I want?!" he said angrily, backing her against the nearest wall.
Although Derek was still seething with rage himself, after seeing the expression on her face, he felt like his heart was about to break. Was he really causing her this much pain? Could she actually be that blind about his feelings for her?
Trying to steady the trembling in his voice, he gently placing his hand on her check and asked her, "Is it actually possible that after all this time you really don't know?"
"Derek," she said, looking up with him tenderly as if all the wind had suddenly been knocked out of her.
They looked deeply into each other's eyes, their expressions saying all the things that they had both been too afraid to verbalize in the past few months.
And suddenly neither one could take it any more. Their lips crashed and they became locked in one of most passionate kisses that either of them had ever experienced.
"I want you," he whispered, coming up for air before beginning to kiss down the length of her neck. "You're the only one that I want."
Casey almost couldn't believe this was happening. Derek Venturi, her annoying, egotistical, womanizing stepbrother was kissing her and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Roger White looked at his watch again. It had been nearly 20 minutes. He wondered what could be taking them so long. Finally he decided to go find out and entered the classroom that Casey and her stepbrother had gone into earlier.
"Casey—" he said quietly, his words trailing off as he realized what was going on.
There was his "date" with her shirt completely unbuttoned, kissing her stepbrother's neck as he ran his fingers up and down her body. Both were breathing heavily, and seemed totally oblivious to his presence.
As Casey let out a shiver of pleasure, Roger swore loudly to himself and they finally looked up at took note of him.
"You people are screwed up," he said, exciting the classroom as quickly as he could.
Casey, who by then had turned beat-red and pushed Derek off her, bit her lip and debated whether or not she should go after Roger. She wished that they had locked that door . . . She gasped as she felt Derek bite another part of her body, and all thoughts of Roger were instantly driven from her mind.
It took all of her willpower to push him off her again and suggest that they take their "conversation" home. After all, who knew who else might walk in on them.
Fifteen minutes later as they entered their living room, they were somewhat disappointed to see George, who for some reason had come home early from work that day.
"Um, George," said an unusually bubbly and nervous Casey, "Paul and I were wondering if we might be able to come in for a family meeting with him . . . You know with you, Mom, me, Derek, and all the younger kids."
"Well," said George, "I guess that wouldn't be a problem." He had always been slightly puzzled by his oldest stepdaughter's reliance on her school guidance counselor.
Derek was giving her an amused smirk, although secretly, he didn't actually think that the whole family meeting thing was the worst idea ever. He hoped that his sibs would all be okay with this and didn't want them to think that he was just screwing around with Casey's feelings . . .
"Great!" said Casey cheerfully, grabbing Derek's hand and beginning to lead him upstairs.
"Oh and Dad," Derek said, turning back to him briefly and smirking before letting Casey drag him upstairs. "I think that you'll probably want me to move down to the basement at some point."
A look of comprehension crossed George's features as he suddenly realized what was going on.
"Derek!" he called, running after his son and trying to catch up with him and Casey before they reached whatever room they were headed towards. "Bedroom doors open!"