A DASEY Two-Shot…Maybe Three-Shot…Hmmm?
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"Casey, come on!" Derek shouted from the bottom of the stairs, "If you don't hurry up I'll miss the hockey game!"
"I'm coming!" Casey shouted back from her bedroom. She checked her hair in the mirror once more before heading downstairs.
"I still can not believe that you agreed to take her to get her license, Derek," Nora Venturi skeptically smiled at her stepson.
"Oh, well she wanted me to take her – something about smiles. I don't know. Besides, I didn't have anything else better to do and there are always some cute girls that need to be checked out at the DPS so…"
"I'm ready!" Casey smiled at her mom and Derek, "So? What do you think?" Casey turned around, modeling her outfit of choice.
"Casey, the picture only shows you from the neck up," Nora smiled tenderly at her daughter.
"I know but still, I want to look great for this picture, Mom. Alright, ready to go?" she turned to Derek who merely rolled his eyes.
"I've been ready for about an hour. What the heck took you so long anyways?"
"I was doing my hair and my make-up," Casey smiled as if she had just answered the easiest question in the world, "So let's go."
"Don't kill each other," Nora called as Casey and Derek walked out the front door.
"So, what do you think?" Casey asked after about five minutes of driving in silence.
"What do I think about what?" Derek asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Nothing," Casey's eyes dropped to her lap as she began to twist her ring around her finger.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked, still not removing his eyes from the road.
"Why do you think something's wrong?" Casey asked, defensively.
"Well, for starters you always twist that stupid ring around your finger when you're upset about something," Derek shrugged.
"Alright, fine. It's just that I'm nervous okay? You see, I never really take good pictures. In all the pictures of me, my eyes are closed or I look knocked or something. I just want this picture – the one picture that everyone will be seeing – to look perfect."
"Whatever," Derek said, emotionless.
Casey rolled her eyes and continued to twist her ring around her finger. As they pulled into the DPS parking lot, Casey's twisting began to speed up and her finger was beginning to turn red. Derek pulled into a parking spot.
"Case," Derek looked over at her for the first time since they got in the car, "If it's any help, I don't think you look as god-awful as you usually do," and for a split-second, he smiled at her. However, as quickly as it had appeared, it faded into his infamous smirk as she looked up at him with her big blue eyes.
"Thanks, Derek," Casey smiled sincerely at him.
"Whatever," Derek shrugged, "Come on, I have a hockey game on at noon and I can NOT miss it."
Casey clutched her paperwork to her chest every once in awhile flipping through the insurance papers, the permit papers, the driver's school papers, and her citizen papers.
"Do you think I have everything?" Casey asked nervously.
"Case, you have everything but your birth certificate. I think you're good."
"NEXT!" The obese woman at the counter barked and Casey took a shy step forward.
"Hi," she smiled, trying to sound cheery, "I'm Casey Marie McDonald and I am here for my driver's license."
"Papers!" the woman shouted, shoving her hand out at Casey.
"Here's my insurance paper work and I also have my permit papers and…" the lady ignored her as she began to type something into the computer system, "Behind the yellow line," she barked and Casey turned to see a yellow taped line in front of a blue backdrop. Casey placed her feet on the line and stared at Derek who had taken his position beside the camera.
"Smile Case!" he grinned at her as she smiled at him.
"Alright. You're license will be mailed to you within three to four weeks. Here is your temp license."
"Alright, is that it?" Casey asked.
"Yeah," the lady rolled her eyes and shoed them away with a wave of her hand.
"Thanks, Derek," Casey smiled up at him as they walked toward The Prince.
"Like I said, I had nothing else better to do."
"Uh-huh," Casey grinned at him, knowingly, "Sure ya didn't."
"I didn't. If I did, why would I be here with you, huh?"
"Because," Casey shrugged.
"Because isn't an answer," Derek cocked an eyebrow at her, teasingly.
"Because deep down, Derek Venturi, you care."
"Pssh, yeah right."
"You do," Casey smiled.
"Casey, shut it," Derek growled.
"Whatever, you care and you know it," Casey smiled as she slid into the passenger seat.
"Whatever," Derek rolled his eyes. They drove in silence until Derek pulled into the garage. Casey was just about to open the passenger door when Derek stopped her, "Hey, Case?"
"Don't worry about that picture."
"Okay?" Casey quirked an eyebrow.
"I mean it," Derek looked over at her, "You looked fine."
"Thanks, Derek," Casey smiled sweetly at her stepbrother.
"Hey, don't go getting all emotional on me, got it?"
"I told you you cared," Casey grinned as she hurried inside to show her temp license to her mother.
Three and a half weeks later, Derek went out to get the mail. He smiled when he saw the envelope with Casey's name in the sending address.
"Case!" he called before he had even shut the front door behind him, "CASE!"
"What is it?" Casey asked as she hurried down the stairs.
"You'll never guess what I have."
"Dandruff?" Casey asked as Derek's hand immediately went to his hair.
"I do NOT have dandruff," Derek shot her an evil look as he lifted the envelope out of her reach, "But I DO have something that came in the mail. I believe it was addressed to a Ms. Casey M. McDonald. Hmm…I think I might just open it!" Derek hopped up on top of his recliner out of Casey's reach.
"Der-ek!" Casey shouted, "Give it to me!"
"Derek, please give it to me."
"Fine," Derek tossed it to her, "It's your license by the way."
"Oh my God!" Casey shouted as she dug her nails into the sealed flap, "It is!"
"So, are you going to show me how you're picture turned out or not?"
"Fine," Casey showed him her license, "What do you think?"
"Picture perfect," Derek grinned as he handed it back to her.
"Yeah. You look…you look…pretty," Derek said, his eyes immediately falling to the floor in embarrassment.
"Thanks, Derek," Casey smiled sweetly as she stood up on her tiptoes and gently brushed his cheek with her lips, "For everything," she added before running upstairs to show her license to Lizzie and Edwin.
Derek stood in the living room unable to move. His hand immediately went to his cheek – the one she had kissed. He smiled, once again, truly smiled as he shouted, "You're welcome, Space Case."
Casey leaned against the hallway wall as she heard the TV click on. She blushed as she touched her lips with her fingertips, unable to believe what she had just done.
A/N: So, I don't like the ending. I might add another chapter, what do you think? Let me know if you liked it and if you want me to make a third chapter by adding a review. Reviews brighten my day!!!!