I DO NOT OWN LIFE WITH DEREK !

Six Months Later.

She stood out on the balcony of her new home, looking out into the ocean, as the wind blew through her newly cut hair. It was now layered and stopped right above her shoulders, and blew in the wind.

She was starting to get used to her new house. It was cozy, but big. Full, but empty. Quiet, but fun. Cold, but warm. It was full of oxymoron's, just like Casey. She felt like she was where she belonged. She could stay here for the rest of her life and be happy... But she knew there was something better out there, something that would make her even more happier.

She didn't want to live the rest of her life alone. She wanted a husband, and children. But those things didn't look like they were in store for her.

After she moved, she found a new job, a better one. She enjoyed waking up and driving down the empty roads, watching the ocean waves crash beside her, and parking a few blocks away, so she could walk a little, which she enjoyed even more. The people around there were so nice. They never beeped their cars or yelled at strangers. There was barely anything on the news reporting a crime, unless it was outside of the neighborhood.

She took a sip of her morning coffee and a deep breath as she pulled her coat tighter around her. She watched her breath make steam in the air, and pretended she was sophisticatedly smoking a cigarette... It would have been a lot funnier if her friends were around, or if she even had any.

She had a few neighbors, and some people she would call up every now and then, but no friends. She was lonely.

Normally, the only sounds she heard were the birds, then waves crashing, and occasionally screams coming from the roller coaster on the board walk, but that was only in the summer, which was over now.

But today she heard a car, pulling up in front of the house. She was on her back deck, so she couldn't see.

Since nobody ever visits her, in a way, it was scary. She quickly ran back into the house, leaving her coffee on the small table.

She ran through her bed room and almost tripped on the long white curtains blowing in the wind. She ran down the spiral steps, that she fell down numerous times in the past, amazingly this time, she zoomed right down them.

She ran past the white couches, and the TV that hasn't been on for three days. She ran through the kitchen, almost slipping on the tile floor, but grabbing the fridge to save the fall. She quickly pulled her blue snow hat with a big pink flower off of the coat rack, placed it on top of her head, and ran down the three small steps, leading to the front door.

She sung the door open, and a part of her wanted to slam it shut again when she saw what she saw.

The prince. Sitting there, looking as horrible and beat up as it always did. And inside was Derek, staring right at her, into her deep blue eyes that looked like they had just saw a ghost. Her breathing got deeper as she dropped her arms and tilted her head, giving him a look asking 'Why didn't you just call?'

"I was afraid that you wouldn't pick up." He yelled from the driver's seat, out of the window, instantly reading her face.

"No, I probably wouldn't." She whispered under her breath, shaking her head gently.

Derek slowly got out of the car.

Casey studied everything about him. His hair was shorter, like when they first met, he wasn't as scrawny, as if he had been working out. As he walked towards her, she noticed his eyes, and how dark they were, but sad. Regretful.

"What are you doing here?" Casey whispered, as he stood in front of her.

"I think you need to come back home." Derek said, bluntly.

"Are you insane?" She asked, starting to get angry as her eyes got wider and her jaw dropped.

"No."

"Derek, I can't believe you drove all the way down here just to tell me to do something you knew I wouldn't do." She said, placing her hands on her hips, and tilting her head to the side.

"Case, their crazy! Emily has a different guy over every night, Sam is mopping around like he just killed a puppy, Sally is smoking now, and she thinks it alright to keep all the windows closed!" He yelled.

Casey took a deep breath, and looked into his eyes again. "What about you? I'm sure you're no picnic either." She said, but he was silent.

"Do you wanna come in?" Casey asked, finally giving up.

"Yea." He whispered.

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"This is really nice." Derek whispered.

"Yea, and it's definitely a plus when you don't have to worry if somebody else didn't buy toilet paper, or pay the electric bill." She said, raising her eye brow.

"I guess so." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "Any down sides?" He asked.

"I've been having super weird dreams about the Jonas Brothers." She whispered, it was the first thing to come to her mind, and the only down side she would tell him.

"That would definitely be a down side." He said through a small chuckle.

Casey took a sip of her now cold coffee, but never took her eyes off of him.

"So hows that relationship with Sally going?" Casey asked.

"It ended, five months ago." Derek said, staring at his hands in his lap.

"Sorry..." She whispered, though she wasn't.

"Don't be. It was stupid." Derek said, running his fingers through his hair again. "Alright look," Derek said, getting to the point. "You really need to come back." He said.

"Derek, I'm not coming back. I'm happy here." She whispered.

"But you would be happier with us." He pleaded.

"You really are crazy." She whispered, putting her head down.

After a few moments of silence, Derek finally looked up at her. "You're not coming back, are you?" He asked.

She responded by shaking her head.

"Tell me why I'm such a mistake." He whispered, catching her off-gard.

"You're not." She said in a her normal voice.

"You told me I was." He protested.

"Well I changed my mind, then." She said, trying to make him shut up.

"Just tell me why, Case. So I know exactly what I did to become such a horrible person." He said, rolling his eyes.

"That! Right there!" She yelled.

"What!?"

"Rolling your eyes like that when I am dead serious!" She yelled. "You can't take anything seriously! You know that!?" She yelled. "Derek, we weren't meant for each other." She whispered.

"Neither were Bella and Edward." He whispered, making her head shoot up.

"You read that!?" She looked outraged.

"Why is that so hard to believe?" He asked, almost insulted.

"First; I've never met a male in my life who's read that book, and second, you don't read anything." She said, her eyes still large.

"I finished it in one night... The first one, anyway." He said, shocking her even more.

"It took me a week!" She yelled.

"I know." He whispered. He remembered that week like it was yesterday. She kept rambling on and on about who amazing Edward was, and that she wished he was real. He listened as she spoke about finding love in strange places, and it's more fun to love someone you shouldn't because it would be boring any other way.

"I cant be a vampire, but I can keep life interesting." He whispered.

"You can, can't you?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

Derek was so relieved; he had said the right thing at the right time...

"I don't want to love you." She whispered, closing her eyes.

"I don't want to love you, either.... But I do." He said, but she didn't open them.

"Love is more than just a word, Derek." Casey whispered.

"It's a promise." He said, he just couldn't stop shocking her.

She slowly opened her eyes, and stared at him from across the table. A small smile came to her face. "I hate you." She said, still smiling, shaking her head back and forth.

"The thing about hate is that; we usually love the ones we hate." He whispered, creating a smile of his own.

"Yea..." She whispered.

"Common, I wanna hear it." He said through a teasing smile.

"Shut up." She said, she was now smiling so hard that her cheeks hurt.

"Say itttttt." He sang.

"No."

"You know you want to." He whispered.

There was silence, then finally the words came from her mouth. "I love you." She whispered, holding her eyes shut tight.

"I don't think you've seen my bedroom yet." Casey said through a sly smile. "Would you like to?" She asked.

"That depends." He whispered.

"On...?"

"Are you going to throw up, again?" He asked through his smile.

She just laughed, as they stood up from the table. She ran over to him and jumped into his arms, so that he was carrying her with her legs wrapped around his waist. "Can we do it right, this time?" She whispered as he walked towards the steps.

"We sure can." He whispered.

She was expecting him to carry her up stairs, and make love to her, with his vision of 'right' but apparently, his vision of right, was so much better than that.

He slowly set her down, in front of the steps, confusing her. "What are you doing?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Doing it right." He whispered, before slowly kneeling down on one knee, and pulling a small black box out of his pocket.

He didn't even have to ask.

"Yes." She whispered.

The End!

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