So... I decided to write another oneshot Dasey fic. I hope you like it. I got the idea while playing Truth with my friend Liz and freezing my ass off outside Publix.

Lash: It was quite amusing.

Shut up. Anyways, here it is!

Notes: The usual. Italics are either stressed words or thoughts, and this is Casey's point of view. Also, I don't own the saying "Holy Abercrombie catalog." I got that from the book Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys. Good book, highly reccomment it. Anyways, that's about it! Oh, and I don't own Life With Derek. If I did, Derek would be my sex slave. Duhh. lol.

Summary: Stuck in a garage... alone with Derek... for the whole night!

Songs to Listen to While Reading:

In This Diary .x. The Ataris
I Hate Everything About You .x. Three Days Grace
Dirty Little Secret .x. All-American Rejects
I Write Sins Not Tragedies .x. Panic! At The Disco

Oh right. Because Derek just had to throw a party the last time they left for the weekend. Only this time was different; this time, they weren’t taking Marti, Edwin, and Lizzie with them, but the kids were going to their friends’ houses. Why? Our parents don’t trust us, of course. We almost got stuck with Mrs. Higginbothom... again. That would have been a disaster. That woman hates all of us, but she especially hates Derek and I. I mean hating Derek is understandable, but I’m the good daughter. I didn’t do anything to her!

She’s senile and obese. With that thought, I realize why she must hate me so much.

“No parties,” my mom said as she lifted her bags from the floor near the front door. She wanted to make sure that she could leave Derek and I alone for the weekend without the kids before she trusted us alone with them again. It was understandable, but it was also all Derek’s fault, and that irked me to a point I can’t even describe without wanting to punch something.

“Parties? We wouldn’t even dream about it,” Derek told her sweetly with that fake-innocent look he gives people when he’s thinking of doing something stupid.

I winced as Mom gave me her “look.” The look could strike fear into the hearts of her children. Derek was immune; I wasn’t.

“Uh huh,” she mumbled, her eyes still locked on mine. “No leaving the house without permission.”

I nodded quickly. “Swear it, Mom. Cross my heart and kiss my elbow. No parties. No leaving the house without permission. Check.” I made a check in the air with my finger, and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Suck up,” he muttered once Mom had turned her back.

I wanted to hit him, but pretended to not hear him instead. I turned to Lizzie and fixed her coat. “Be good, kid.”

She smiled. “Always am, Casey.”

I kissed her forehead, and she turned to follow George out the door. I ruffled Edwin’s hair on his way out and hugged Marti once Derek had finished saying goodbye to her. It was those moments that he had with her that gave me hope for him. He wasn’t such a bad guy. He just had his moments.

“Bye,” Mom and George called over their shoulders as they descended to the car. I waved, but Derek was already walking back into the house. Rolling my eyes, I closed the door.

“What are you doing?” I called as he bounded up the stairs.

“Getting ready,” he replied. I could tell he was already in is bedroom. I ran up the stairs after him and stopped in the doorway.

“Getting ready for what?” I demanded, leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms over my chest. His room was like a pigsty that hadn’t been cleaned in years. Crumpled papers and dirty clothes were practically caked to the floor, and dust hung from the ceiling fan like hair on a woman’s head. His bed was hidden underneath other things like books that I didn’t know he owned or could read, hockey gear, and food wrappers.

Derek stood at his dresser, his shirt discarded to the messy floor. He was digging through a drawer, looking frustrated. My eyes lingered on his abs and chest, but when I noticed him looking at me, my eyes found his face again.

“Like what you see, Case?” He smirked that smirk and I wanted to hit him again.

“Flab?”

He glared at me. “Did you want something?”

Ooh, for once, the great Derek Venturi was without a comeback. The world is coming to an end! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

“What are you getting ready for?”

He sighed as he pulled a long-sleeved shirt over is head.

Damn.

WHOA! Okay, can we say “ew” times, like, a thousand? Derek needs to put a shirt on. I don’t want to see his chest... that nice, chiseled chest... and those abs...

STOP! Okay, no? You definitely need to stop thinking about Derek. That’s so incest, it’s not even remotely funny.

“I’m going out,” he replied simply, like it was some sort of everyday occurrence!

Okay, so he does go out, like, every day, but still! We weren’t supposed to leave the house. When I voiced this, he laughed out loud.

“Since when do I listen to rules? Honestly, Casey, you’ve known me for quite a while now. Shouldn’t you already know that?”

I tugged at a stray piece of hair that hung in my face as he pulled a short-sleeved, button-up shirt over his long-sleeved tee.

“Right,” I muttered. “Well, I’m going out too.”

Derek scoffed. “Ha, right. That’s funny, Casey. And who are you planning on going out with?”

“I was going to call Sam,” I replied nonchalantly, shrugging. I knew that Sam and I bugged the hell out of Derek, and I figured this was my best weapon.

Until, of course, Derek called, “Actually, I’m going to a movie with Sam. So he’s busy tonight. Sorry.” He gave me a half smug-half fake sympathetic look.

“Well, I’ll go hang out with Emily, then.”

I wasn’t really going out. Emily was doing something with her family, and if Sam was hanging out with Derek for the night, I knew I couldn’t intrude. That was Derek’s style, not mine.

I had a plan, actually. I figured that I would just put on clothes like I really was going to go out, and then I’d get a movie on Pay Per View and spend the night inside with a bowl of popcorn and a cheesy chick flick.

The perfect Friday night.

x.x.x

I sighed at my reflection. For once I thought I looked good, but I had nowhere to go. If I had the guts, I’d tag along with Sam and Derek, but even Derek knew that I didn’t.

I heard Derek running down the stairs, and I hurried out of my room, holding down my shorter-than-short denim skirt.

“Well, I’ll see you... later...”

Let me tell you, his reaction was priceless. His jaw practically hit the floor and his eyes grew wide as saucers. Well, maybe it wasn’t that obvious, but he definitely stopped what he was doing.

“Yeah, later,” I said as I walked towards the door. I had just locked the door and closed it behind me when I realized that I didn’t have my key. Two seconds later, I heard a loud noise and Derek’s music filled the house, blasting through the front door. I knocked...

I knocked...

I knocked and knocked and knocked and knocked.

And no one answered.

Finally, ten minutes later, I sank to the cold concrete of the front steps, defeated. I had nowhere to go, and my purse was inside. I knew I’d forgotten something! I rested my head on my arms, and as I drifted off to sleep, I wondered if Sam was going to come over or if Derek was meeting him somewhere.

x.x.x

It seemed like I had only been asleep for a few minutes when something hit my back, and something else hit me in the head a second later. I opened my eyes and found Derek, hands grasping the railing, balancing himself on the last step.

“Casey! What the hell?” he shouted angrily. “I thought you left! Why the fuck are you sleeping on the front steps?”

I rubbed my eyes, forgetting that I was wearing makeup until I saw my hands marked with glittery eyeshadow and black eyeliner. I sighed as I tried to clear my head.

“Please tell me you didn’t lock the door.” It was a well-known fact in our family that Derek had lost his house key months ago, and Mom had given the spare to Edwin in case he and Lizzie got home from school before anyone else.

“Yeah I did. I thought you’d have your key, and I figured you’d be home before me.” He paused as it dawned on him. “You didn’t forget your key inside, did you?”

I didn’t even have to reply. All I did was look up at him, and he groaned in frustration, sinking down beside me.

“We could call our parents,” I suggested, rubbing my hands together. In sleep, I’d forgotten that it was freezing outside, but now that I was awake, I was more than well aware of the temperature. I was freezing my fingers off!

Derek glanced at my hands, then at my face. “And tell them what? That we were going out and you forgot your key, so we’re locked out. We’ll be stuck with Mrs. Higginbothom for eternity, and I hate that woman.” He sighed. “No. There’s no way.”

“Well, what do you suggest then, oh genius brother of mine?”

“Stepbrother,” he corrected, and I rolled my eyes. It was practically the same thing!

Except I could check out my stepbrother and feel better about it knowing that he wasn’t actually my brother.

“Whatever.”

“Well, Edwin, Lizzie, and Marti are supposed to be coming home tomorrow morning. Edwin has the key. We could wait in the garage for them to get home. I could call the Braggs right now and tell Edwin what’s going on. We can trust him.”

I nodded. “I guess. But it’s f-freezing out. The garage c-can’t be that warm.”

In a moment of complete and utter chivalry, I watched Derek do the nicest thing I’ve ever seen him do in my life. He slipped off his jacket and put it around my shoulders. Then he helped me up, and we walked around to the garage while he called Edwin and Sam and filled them in on the situation. I merely relished in the warmth of Derek’s jacket while he punched in the code to the garage. I was slightly peeved that Sam didn’t offer to let us come over, but shrugged it off. This was our problem. We were the stupid ones without keys.

When we moved into the Venturi home, my family had a very nice but very old couch and other such things. They were stowed away in the attic for safe-keeping, and I never thought that this would actually come in handy. Derek flipped on the garage light and closed the garage door. He checked the door into the house just to be sure that it wasn’t open.

It wasn’t, of course.

He sighed exasperatedly and shook his head.

“You okay?” he asked as he dug around the piles of boxes that littered the garage. If there was one place messier than Derek’s room, it was the garage. Thankfully, I had a pigsty native in my presence. He searched the hellhole until he was able to find one of those heaters that people put in their basements during parties and a few blankets. He tossed the mildew-smelling blankets at me as he plugged in the heater.

“Thanks,” I said quietly as I snuggled underneath one of the blankets. It used to be the comforter to my bed, back when I was in the fourth grade. Now it was doomed to life in a broken cardboard box. I was surprised that it wasn’t spider-infested like the rest of the garage.

“No problem,” he mumbled, taking a seat on the other end of the couch and unfolding one of the blankets so that it covered him.

I stretched out my hands near the heater, desperately trying to warm up. The wind howled angrily outside, and I saw through the dusty garage window flurries of snow falling upon the frozen ground.

“So...” He shifted in his seat and I watched his shoes fall to the garage floor from under the blanket, right next to my strappy heels that I had discarded before retreating to the couch. It wasn’t as cold anymore, but it still sucked to be out in the cold. I prayed that Edwin, Lizzie, and Marti would be home early.

“So...” I repeated, looking over at him. I racked my brain for something to say, but the words that came out of my mouth next shocked us both. “Want to play Truth or Dare?”

He smirked. “Truth or Dare? Come on, Casey, are we in the fifth grade or something?”

“It’ll pass time, won’t it?” I snapped. Just when we were getting along...

“Fine. But you have to go first.” I was surprised that he actually gave in. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Chicken,” he muttered.

“Truth,” I said louder, and he rolled his eyes.

“Fine, truth...” He paused to think. “Um... okay... Did you ever secretly like anything that you said you didn’t?”

“Lame,” I laughed. He flipped me off, but I answered anyways. “Barbies. I always claimed that I hated them and that I threw them into the lawn mower’s path, but I secretly played with them until I was in the seventh grade.” I glanced at him, expecting the worst, but he looked impassive, as though this hadn’t even fazed him. I shrugged and said, “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” he said simply.

“Chicken,” I mimicked, and he flipped me off again. “Fine. Hmm... Ooh, I know. Who was your first kiss, and what was it like?”

He rolled his eyes and thought for a moment. “I’m pretty sure that it was Sandy Owens in the first grade. What can I say, I’ve been a ladies’ man since I had baby teeth. And come on, Case, it was the first grade. To tell you the truth, I missed the first time and hit her nose.”

I laughed out loud. I mean I seriously, cracking-up, snorting, wheezing laughed at that. “The Great Derek Venturi... MISSED!”

He rolled his eyes. “Just for that, you get an automatic dare.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “That’s not how it works!”

“This is Truth or Dare Derek-style, okay? I make the rules now.” I rolled my eyes and he continued, “And I’ve got a good one. I dare you to stand over there next to the garage door for a minute. Sixty seconds, I’ll even let you count. Barefoot and without my jacket.”

I whined. Was he crazy? “What if I get hypothermia?” I exclaimed in protest.

“Then I’ll rush you straight to the hospital. Now go.” He pushed me slightly as I placed my feet on the cold concrete floor. I winced as I bounced over to the garage door. “Truth or Dare?” I called, shivering.

He laughed. “Truth.”

Well, it was now or never. And it had been thirty seconds. I couldn’t feel my toes. “Why do you hate the fact that Sam and I like each other?” True, we hadn’t dated yet, even after that kiss. We’d gone out for a week, agreed that it was weird and that we would wait a while until we got to know each other better. But it still annoyed Derek to no end.

“Because he’s, like, my best friend, and you’re, like, my sister.”

“Stepsister,” I corrected him in serious Derek-style.

He waved me off. “Whatever. I don’t know, it just bugs me.”

He wasn’t telling me something, but as I sat back down beside him, I watched him shift nervously under my gaze and decided not to bother him about it. Maybe it was too early in the game for questions like that.

“Truth,” I said before he could open his mouth.

Derek smirked. “When was the last time you didn't wear underwear?”

I rolled my eyes. “You have a one-track mind, I swear.”

“Just answer the question,” he laughed.

“In the shower this morning,” I replied simply, not looking at him.

“Oh come on, that doesn’t count!”

I sighed. “Make your question more clear then.”

“When was the last time you didn’t wear underwear other than in the shower?”

I smirked and blushed slightly. “Yesterday.”

“You weren’t wearing underwear yesterday?” He eyed me with surprise, and I shrugged.

“Next,” I said quickly.

“Dare.” He did that Derek smirk that always makes me want to hit him. Only now it looked sort of cute.

I sighed. I was no good at dares. So I said, “I dare you to sit closer to me, because I’m freezing my toes off.” I shivered, as if on cue, and Derek laughed.

“Are you serious? That’s my dare?”

I nodded. “I’m serious. Get your butt over here. I’m cold.”

He hesitated for a minute before sliding over to me, bringing his blanket with him. He sat next to me awkwardly at first, but I was cold and all attraction embarrassments that I had for Derek went out the window. I moved my feet so that they were under his legs and snuggled closer to him.

“Okay, now I’m warm,” I said softly. He moved slightly next to me to get comfortable, and I said, “Okay, dare.”

He smiled in such a mischievous way that I had to look away. What was he thinking? I got my answer a second later when he handed me one of the towels that he had pulled out of the box with the blankets.

“You have to take off all your clothes and put this on. Once the you have it on, you can’t touch it with your hands, and you have to keep it on for the next three rounds.”

I stared at him. Was he serious? By the look on his face, I knew that he was. So I sighed and stood up, slipping my feet into his much-too-large-for-my-feet shoes. I wasn’t going to freeze my feet off, even if I was going to strip and put on a towel.

“Turn around,” I said sternly, glaring at Derek.

“Seriously?”

I didn’t even need to say anything. I’m pretty sure the look on my face said it all. So he turned so that all he could see were the shelves behind him. I stripped off all my clothes, minus the shoes and my underwear (hey, he got to lie earlier, so I figured it was allowed), and put the towel on.

“Truth,” he said as I sat back down beside him, holding the towel together until I was seated.

“What was the last erotic dream you had, and who was it about?” I paused. “And if I know you’re lying, I have full permission by the Truth or Dare gods to make you stand outside in the cold.”

I wondered if he would risk lying, but the words that came out of his mouth next. “I don’t remember the exact details, but I do remember who it was about.” He took a deep breath and looked away. “You.”

I laughed so loud that I snorted loudly. “Me?” I gasped.

“Hey, you said I had to be truthful.” He shrugged and sat back with a smirk. He was treating this pretty lightly, so it obviously meant nothing.

“Truth,” I said, not looking at him.

He took a deep breath. “Truth, truth...” He smiled. “If you could be a guy for one day, what would you do?”

I rolled my eyes. “Cower in my bedroom until I was a girl again. Next.”

“You’re no fun,” he told me. “Dude, if I was a chick for a day, I’d totally—”

“Okay, ew! Information overload, my brain can’t take it!” I exclaimed. My towel began to fall, but as I reached for it, he tsked.

“Casey, you can’t touch it,” he told me, laughing slightly.

I whined. “Derek! Come on, it’s falling.”

“The point of having to wear a towel. Come on, the longer you stall, the longer it is until you can put your clothes back on. Now, I say dare.”

I sighed. “Fine.” I racked my brain for the best dare I could think of. Finally, I said, “Strip down to your boxers and stand by the garage door until your next turn.” Talk about merging dares together. But he didn’t protest. He didn’t whine. He looked at me as he pulled off his shirts, stood up, and pulled off his pants.

“I’m keeping on my socks,” he said.

“Fine,” I gave in, remembering the shoes and my underwear. “Okay, truth.”

He was looking at me now from where he was standing, bouncing on the balls of his feet, his arms crossed over his... completely gorgeous abs.

Holy Abercrombie catalog, I thought, staring at him.

He rubbed his arms, then suddenly stopped. We stared at each other for a minute, and then he started walking back to the couch. I didn’t protest even when he sat back down and pulled the blanket back over us. I didn’t even stop him when he put his hand on my hip underneath my scanty towel-dress.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?” he whispered, his breath hot on my lips.

I didn’t say anything, just reached my hand around and put my hand on the back of his neck. “Kiss you back,” I whispered, my breath mingling with his between us. Then I closed the gap between us, pulling his lips down to mine. I felt his hand move down to my bare thigh, and he pulled away suddenly.

“What is it?” I panted, looking at him, confused.

“You cheated.” He snapped the waist of my underwear for effect.

I laughed. “You lied.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you really not like Sam and I together?”

He sighed and leaned back slightly, making swirling patterns on my hip with his finger. “Because every time you’re with him, I know that you’re not with me.”

“And that’s bad?”

He smirked and leaned forward, capturing my lips again. As he pressed me further into the couch, his tongue playing with mine, his hands groping various parts of my body, I couldn’t help but think, Thank the Truth or Dare gods for making me forget my purse.

Happy Singles Awareness Day!

And thank Publix, Liz, and random cold weather for my newest fic!

Chocolate kisses for all those great reviewers!

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