A/N: I do not own Life With Derek…sadly
A/N: I do not own Life With Derek…sadly.
Proposal – A Life With Derek Drabble
Casey McDonald took a swig of her red wine and gulped it down, the sensation burning in her throat.
She blinked several times and looked down at the man before her, kneeling, little box in hand.
She thought back to all those years prior – all the pranks, snide comments, rude and crude behavior, the name-calling, the teasing, the laughing, the crying, the comforting, and more crying, the broken hearts, the stood up dates, the secret meetings in the games' closet before being thrown out by Liz and Ed…everything.
This man had made her life a living hell before and when she left home for the university, she vowed never to even give him the time of day.
She was older now, old enough to know better but still young enough not to say no.
"Yes, Derek Venturi," Casey spoke as her eyes filled with tears, "I think Sally will like what you have in mind for the proposal."