A DASEY Two-Shot.
Summary: Casey wants her driver's license picture to look perfect. When her sisters tell her that her prettiest smile is when she is smiling at Derek, how will she react? Can she talk Derek in being there when she gets her picture taken? And what will Derek think of all this?
A/N: Okay, I promise this story is better than how the summary makes it sound. Please read and let me know what you think!
Casey McDonald sat in front of her vanity mirior practicing her smiles. Yes, she was actually practicing various smiles into her mirror.
"Case, time for din…" Derek paused when she saw what she was doing, "Uh, Space Case, what the heck are you doing?"
"Okay, wow, just when I thought you couldn't get any stranger…"
"Derek, if you must know," Casey rolled her eyes as she sighed and turned to face him, "I'm getting my drivers license today and I want my picture to look perfect."
"And you think practicing smiling is going to help? Case, face it, nothing – not even the best plastic surgeons could fix you…"
"Derek, please," Casey held up her hand in exasperation, "Not now, okay? You just don't understand. When I get my license in the mail, so many people are going to want to see it. I can't show them a bad picture of myself, can I?"
"Whatever. Nora told me to tell you that it's time for dinner."
"Tell her I'll be down in a minute."
"Okay, whatever," Derek held up his hands in surrender, "You're freaking me out way too much anyways."
"Whatever, Derek," Casey rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her mirror. Derek just didn't understand. How could he though? He looked great all the time without even trying…wait, did she just say he looked great…all the time? Casey shook her head. Maybe Derek was right, maybe she was a Space Case. She smiled once more into the mirror.
"Derek, go away!" Casey shouted, then, upon seeing Marti's reflection in the mirror, she softened, "Aw, Marti, I'm sorry. I thought you were Derek."
"Nora told me to tell you to come downstairs and eat. What are you doing anyways?"
"Practicing my smiles," Casey sighed, realizing how stupid it actually sounded.
"Because," Casey sighed, "I want to have a perfect smile in my drivers' license picture."
"Oh, I can help you with that!" Marti giggled.
"How?" Casey asked, skeptically.
"Just use the smile you use when you and Derek are together."
"Marti," Casey spoke calmly, "I don't smile when I'm with Derek."
"Sure ya do!" Marti giggled again, "When you two are actually getting along and actually talking nice to each other, you smile pretty at him. I think you should use that smile!"
"Marti, you must be mistaken…"
"Just trying to help," Marti shrugged and skipped out of Casey's room, "But if I were you, I'd use the Derek-smile."
"Marti!" Casey called, "I don't have a Derek-smile," but Marti was already downstairs.
Casey rolled her eyes and turned back to her mirror. She didn't have a Derek-smile…did she? No, of course she didn't that would be impossible. Casey shook her head and headed downstairs for dinner. Throughout dinner, Casey avoided talking to Derek and looking at Derek as much as possible. She didn't know why she was avoiding him more so than usual but for some reason, whenever his eyes fell upon her, she felt suddenly embarrassed. After eating, Casey grabbed Lizzie by the arm and drug her up to her bedroom.
"Casey, what is going on?" Lizzie demanded as her sister slammed her door shut.
"I need to talk to you about something."
"Look, Lizzie, I was practicing my smiles for my drivers' license…"
"Wait," Lizzie held up her hand, "YOU were actually PRACTICING your smiles?"
"Well…it wasn't as retarded when I first thought of it. Anyways, that's beside the point. Marti came into my room and told me to use my smile I have when Derek and I are talking and getting along. But that's impossible, right? I mean I do not have a Derek-smile. That's just stupid!"
"Well," Lizzie bit her lip, "She does kind of have a point. When you are getting along with each other, you sometimes look at him with this pretty smile. I don't think you've ever even looked at Sam and Max that way."
"Lizzie, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever…"
"Is it?" Lizzie asked, "Is it?"
Casey bit her lip and glanced toward her mirror. Maybe Lizzie and Marti were right. Maybe she did have a Derek-smile.
"No, I guess not," Casey shrugged sheepishly, "So what do I do?"
"Talk to him, ask him to take you to get your license."
"He'd never take me."
"Just ask him, Case," Lizzie sighed, standing up from her sister's bed, "I've got homework. I hope you two work whatever freaky teenage thing you're going through out."
"Thanks, Liz," Casey smiled at her sister as she walked out of her room. Okay, so she did have a Derek-smile. Now, there was just one thing to do – talk to Derek. Casey sighed and made her way to his bedroom and knocked on his door.
"Yes?" Derek asked, opening the door.
"Can we talk?" Casey asked, biting her lip.
"Uh…sure?" Derek opened the door wider and Casey slipped in under his arm that he had propped against it, "So, what's up?" Derek asked, as she sat down on his bed, "Not gonna get all spacey on me again, are you?"
that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. You know when I
was practicing my smiles?"
"Yeah, how could I forget that strange, bizarre moment of my life?" Casey sent him a sideways glance.
"It didn't seem stupid when I came up with it!" she defended, "But anyways, Marti came into my room and told me she could give me some advice on my smiles. She…she told me to use the smile I use around you."
"What?" Derek looked at her as if she had just sprouted another head.
"She said that when we are…when we are getting along…that I have a certain smile that I use around you – a pretty smile. But that…that's just ridiculous, right? I mean why would I have a certain smile for you? Especially a pretty one! I mean that's just ridiculous, right?"
"Uh-huh?" Derek nodded, still looking at her as if she had another head growing from her neck.
"But then I talked to Lizzie and asked her and Lizzie said that I do smile differently when I'm around you and…and she said to ask you if you would take me to get my license so I'll have a good smile for my picture…"
"So you want me to drive you to the DPS tomorrow, right?"
"Well…you don't have to or anything I mean I'd understand if you didn't want to and I'm okay with that, really. It's not like I'm going to force you to take me or anything…"
"Will it make you shut up?"
"…besides, I know I probably have freaked you out way too much tonight and…and what did you just say?"
"I asked if taking you tomorrow will get you to finally shut up," Derek replied, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against his wall, "So? Will it?"
"You'll take me?" Casey half gasped-half shouted.
"Sure, why not?" Derek asked.
"Oh my God, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Casey ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…"
"No hugging policy, remember?" Derek held up his hands in surrender once again and wiggled away from her grasp.
"Right, sorry," Casey smiled sheepishly, "Thanks, though."
"No problem," Derek rolled his eyes, "Now please leave!"
Casey smiled at him and hurriedly left his room, shutting the door behind her. On the other side of the door, Derek crossed his arms and leaned against the wall again, smiling – no, not smirking, but smiling. Yes, that's right, the Derek Venturi actually smiled. Of course, he'd never admit to it.
A/N: OK so that was Ch. 1. Ch. 2 will be up shortly. Please, please, PLEASE review and tell me what you think.