A/N: I do not own LWD

Proving Them Wrong

"I HATE YOU!"

"Yeah, well the feeling's kinda mutual."

"I just CAN'T believe that you'd do this to me!"

"Hey, it wasn't like I did it on purpose but if I knew it would make you this mad…"

"You are INFURITATING!

"Right back at you!"

"I still just can't believe this!"

"I still just can't believe we're still having this conversation!"

"Do you even know what you did to make me so mad?"

"Should I?"

"YES!"

"Alright, then no, I don't."

"You…just never mind. I don't want to discuss this right now!"

"Why not?"

"Because! I just want to get this over with!"

"Gladly."

"It's bad luck you know."

"What is?"

"To see me in this dress."

"Case, I think we have plenty going against us on this. What's one dress gonna hurt?"

"What if it doesn't work out!"

"Well if it doesn't work out, I don't think it'll be the dress's fault!"

"Whatever. Just…get up there!"

"Geeze, pushy are we?"

"Just hurry up!"

"Fine!"

Derek rolled his eyes and walked out of the bridal room and towards the sanctuary. Ralf and Sam were already up there. Edwin was busy most likely tying tin cans to the bumper of the car. Derek smirked; Casey sure would be mad if she walked out to find beer cans tied to her Mercedes.

"There ya are!" Sam patted him on the back.

"Here I am."

"What took so long?" Ralf asked.

"Casey and I had a fight."

"What did you do?"

"I dunno."

"You still going through with this?"

"Yeah."

Casey straightened the veil on top of her head and walked out towards the narthex of the church were her mother, sister, and best friend were waiting. She peeked around the door leading into the sanctuary and smiled. He did clean up nicely.

"Ready, Case?" Nora asked.

"Yeah, I am."

Norah and George walked out together first. Next were Lizzie and Edwin. Following them were Demi and Marti. Finally, it was her turn. She glanced up at her father who took her by the arm and began to lead her down the isle.

"Ready, sweetie?"

"As I'll ever be," Casey smiled as she walked up towards the alter where he was waiting for her.

"Still hate me?" He asked, a sheepish look on his face.

"Of course," she answered with a smirk, "But lucky for you, I happen to love you more."

They held hands as the minister read them the vows. The rings were quickly placed upon their fingers and the minister didn't even have to tell them it was time to "kiss the bride." Derek dove in, tipped her, and passionately kissed her. It was like a kiss from a movie and Casey couldn't help but forgive him for earlier.

At the reception, the cake was cut and it was time for the first bites. Casey held a piece daintily in between her fingers; Derek's piece was a mess within his fist.

"You wouldn't," Casey dared.

"Wanna bet, Venturi?" Derek smirked as he threw the piece right at her face.

"Oh, this is war!" Casey laughed, returning the favor.

To all the guests watching, they wouldn't last a month. They fought all the time, they made each other miserable. There was no way that the marriage would last. Surprisingly, it did. It lasted fifty years. Sure, there were harsh words, screaming, cursing, and the sound of plates shattering. Sure, the police were called on two occasions because of fights gone out of hand but one thing that remained true was that Derek and Casey loved each other.

With each fight, with each curse, with each thrown plate, their love never died.

"Still hate me?" Derek asked, holding a washcloth up to his forehead where she had thrown her hair dryer at him.

"Yes, but I love you more."

"Ready to face them?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

He took her hand and they made their way down the stairs together, hand in hand, ready to celebrate fifty years of hate and love, and the greatest of these was love.