Disclaimer: Ehh, let's skip this part.
Author's Note: SHOCKS. IS. UPDATED. (Yay!) This is Derek's point of view. Basically. He is Derek and she is Casey. (You should know this by guessing.) Andddddd... CASEY IS GETTING A STORY OF THIS.
Okay. YOU NEED TO READ. I'm excited! Okay. ENJOYYY. :3
He sees the skirt again.
It's a breezy day, and he sees it, teetering off her long, dancing legs and he has to turn away.
(He has to.)
She calls him, "Mom lost the baby."
He opens the door and there she is.
She doesn't look at him and speaks into the phone, "Remember when you used to comfort me?"
"Yeah," he whispers, "But then you became a slut."
He closes the door, and listens to her sobs through the phone.
When he finally hangs up, it's the morning and his phone bill will be ridiculously expensive, and she's still slumped in his doorway.
(He has to take the fire escape to avoid her.)
He takes a deep breath on the phone, "Nora?"
She tries to pretend nothing's wrong, that she's not suffering eternal pain, "Hi Derek. How's college?"
He whispers, "Casey told me."
She sobs and he stays on the phone and says, "I'm so sorry Nora. For everything."
(He doesn't know why he said everything because then he thinks of dancing legs and he has to breathe in again.)
The thing is, girls still line up by his door. They always will.
So he jumps into the wave and tries to forget about her.
(It's becoming hard.)
He breaks another girl's heart. He thinks this one's name is Cynthia.
She screams in a painful voice, "Why does this hurt so much?"
He whispers back, "If only I knew."
He closes the door and he turns away.
(If only he knew.)
She ends up coming to him, "Why are you an ass?"
He ignores her, and she keeps pestering, "You broke my best friend's heart, and then her friend's heart and then that girl's cousin's heart and-"
He growls, "Leave me alone. Stop. Talking. To. Me."
She puts her hands on her hips and he notices she isn't wearing that skirt but jeans. "You're my brother (she whispers this) and I have every right to tell you that you're horrible."
He snaps and says in the loudest voice, "You tried to fuck me Casey. I'm hardly your brother (he whispers this)."
She looks shocked and the little insane twinkles come in her eyes, "You are the worst human being on the planet."
She begins to wail and he runs away before her newest boyfriend comes or whatever.
(He can't handle seeing her broken and crying.)
Her boyfriend, Jeff, he thinks, comes and pushes him.
"What did you do to Casey?"
Derek laughs, "She tried to fuck me Jeff."
He turns away, pathetic.
"You think you're so cool Venturi, but you aren't."
Derek turns around, speaks in his suave, smooth voice, "I'm not trying to be anything. I'm just the way I am."
Jeff stares at him and walks away.
(Derek pretends Jeff's gay so it doesn't sting as much when Jeff kisses Casey.)
Next week, it's a new boy toy Casey's leaning against.
She comes up to Derek, boy toy only a few steps away and she ignores him, finally giving the silence he wanted.
(He feels horrible.)
It's him who ends up speaking to her. He's the one who breaks the silence and she hugs him as he approaches.
She kisses his cheek and it burns, "Thank you."
He just enjoys the kiss and wishes that it was placed on his lips.
(He doesn't know why she says thank you. But he's happy that he's been accepted again.)
She comes into his room one day with bags. Her eyes are emotionless and her smile is fake. He can tell by her teeth showing too much.
She puts her bags in his room and says, "Tom kicked me out."
He wonders who Tom is, but she throws herself in his arms and she's overflowing with tears and he's drowning in her beauty so she stays.
(He likes watching her dream.)
One day, he's up earlier than usual and he's drinking coffee and she walks in, hair messy, smile faint, her eyes beautiful and glazed. She looks at him carefully and plants a kiss on his lips and it's bitter from the coffee but it's sweet and it doesn't matter that she has morning breath because he's tangled with her.
She whispers in his ear, "I'm sorry."
She breezes away, into their room, throwing on clothes and he's so confused so he sits and he sits and watches her fly out of the room.
(He doesn't feel a tinge of heartbreak. But he realizes it's been broken for a very long time.)
She comes back home, reckless and drunk. She plants kisses all over him and it's not anything like the night that his heart snapped in half. It's more and it's less.
She pushes away before anything more than kisses occur and falls asleep.
He laughs at how she is still strict even when she's drunk.
(He watches the dreams pass her eyelids and he can't sleep so he kisses her forehead and listens to her whisper his name.)
The days are sweeter. He doesn't leap into the girls lining by his door.
She's all he notices.
(He likes being with her like this. She and him... Chaos traces his heart.)
He notices that she doesn't have a boy toy this week. And as he points this out, he looks down and realizes he's holding her hand.
Her smile is so bright (it reminds him of the fever in her eyes) that he realizes what this means.
(He's gotten in deeper than ever, and he's not afraid.)
He tells her about her fever eyes one day.
And she kisses him pure and sweet and tells him that no one ever told her that.
(He doesn't understand how anyone could miss it because it was the twinkle in her eyes that trapped him.)
She asks him one day, "What does this mean?"
It's close to summer and it's just their first year here. They have to choose, together or apart.
He whispers, sugar sweet, "Everything."
She kisses him, breath lacing his face, "Really?"
He circles her waist, brings her closer to him, "Absolutely."
"I'm ready," she whispers.
(He doesn't know why she's quiet.)
That night, everything is quiet. He thinks if her breathing was a piece of silk, it'd be transparent because he can see her heart, bright and beating in front of him.
She's trying to say that she wants him, that she wants to be connected with him.
(He doesn't like to say it, but he's not ready. He's not ready at all.)
She thinks he doesn't want her.
So they take a break and he thinks it's the worst thing in the world.
(He cries for nights on end and in the morning, he pretends his eyes aren't puffy.)
Three days later, they're back at home and their toes dance once more, a repeat of fever, and when everyone goes to sleep, they're awake together.
He whispers, "I love you."
And they dance again and when they part, he looks into her eyes and there is another fever mingling with insanity. It's the faintest fever of dreams and hope and happiness.
"I love you too."
(He could almost taste the words and his heart was fixed. he wrapped it in shiny paper and handed it to her.)
That night, they were in bed. She was curled around him, clutching his heart and her lips were shiny.
He kissed her forehead and her eyes opened as she sleepily grinned at him.
She whispered, "Wanna do it again?"
And he kissed her (dreamshopeswishing) and felt warmth (acceptencehappinessperfection) wash through his body.
"Nope, you need to sleep."
She nodded and drifted off and he whispered in her ear, "Besides, we'll just stay in tomorrow and do it all day."
She laughed as she fell asleep, shocks twinkling her eyes.
(He could get used to this.)