AWWW, this is the last chapter of this story. How sad! I wanna cry. I actually cried at the ending, i thought it was really cute. So okay, sorry for the wait, but here is Chapter Nine of Definitely Something. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not Own Life with Derek. or it definitely wouldn't have ended like it did.

Chapter Nine: Definitely Something

We weren't snoopin', honest. But, it's kinda hard not to notice them. They're really loud. And flashy. And I recognized him from somewhere, I just couldn't put my finger on it. Where do I know that boy! So, anyway we followed them around the store.

"Casey," The boy, the one with a bit of a limp, said holding up a box of Fruity Pebbles. "we need these."

The girl, now notified as Casey, replied. "Uh, no, Derek. No, we don't."

"Okay," He replied. "But, we definitely need these." He held up a box of Lucky charms.

"Must every time we come here we need to get useless crap. We come to this place two times a week, for Christ's sakes!"

She starts driving the carriage, but he stops it with his hand. "What! These things are… are…." He looks at the box for inspiration. "Magically delicious!"

"That may very well be, Derek. But, every time we get Lucky Charms, you end up eating all the marshmallows out of the box and all that's left are those nasty little cereal stuff, which nobody wants to eat!"

"You mean you." He accused.

"I mean me." She turned the cart away from him, and continued down the aisle. "I'm the one who's gonna have to clean it up, anyhow."

He sighed and mumbled under his breath. "Well, someone's a little icy today, huh?"

She visibly tensed. "What did you just say?"

He smirked. "Nothing."

"Are you seriously gonna call me icy? After I've been slaving away-"

He looked at her in disbelief. "Slaving away?"

"Yes, slaving away after you, when you couldn't even WALK! I cleaned up after you, I cooked for you, I had to fricking BATHE you, and you're gonna sit here and call me a freaking ICE QUEEN, because I'm a little bit tired of doing everything around here? While you sit around ordering me to buy you some goddamn Lucky Charms, like a freaking 4 year old. I think not." She thrust the cart forward with incredible force, and then Derek was behind her. His arms on either side the cart, as he walked with her, limping. It looked incredibly weird, the way he limped along.

Derek brought one hand up and rubbed it across her face- maybe wiping tears? - and then kissed her neck, and all the way up to her cheek. And then finally her mouth. "I'm sorry."

She looked up at him with unbelieving eyes. "Are you?" He nodded. "'Cause I feel so under-appreciated sometimes. I mean, I switched to your university and I moved into your apartment to take care of you, and I mean, there's only so much change a person can take."

He brought his other hand back to the cart. "Are you saying it's not worth it?"

"No." She said quickly. "You're worth it. We're worth it." She let out a huge breath. "I just don't know what I'm gonna do, my future was set in New York. It was all there, waiting for me to grab it."

"And what if my leg doesn't heal before hockey season next year? What if I can never play hockey again? Us being together is entirely set up for failure." She stared into his eyes, and ran her hand through his wild hair. She nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, but it's worth it." She decided.

"Damn straight." And passionately kissed her again, his hand sneaking up her shirt. This couple could care less about the other people in the store, geesh! "And I would've thought you didn't mind much having to bathe me." He smirked.

She laughed against his lips, "Oh, that was my favorite part. Think about it though. I could have put anything I wanted in your food. ANYTHING. And you'll never know if I did anything to you or not. Scary?"

In a warning tone, he said completely serious. "Casey."

"Derek." They stared at each other, his hand tracing her chin. "You're just lucky I like you."

He laughed. "Oh, just like?" They started pushing the cart again.

She teased. "Well, I don't know, are you going to let me wear your hockey jersey next season?" He smiled a huge grin, and then completely serious- wrapping an arm around her waist, he said,

"That is definitely a possibility." She attempted to hide her smile, being serious. "Will you come to all my games?"

"Every one." She solemnly swore.

"Scream as loud as you can when I make the game winning goal?" He asked, playfully considering each answer.

Holding up her fingers, "Scout's honor."

"Kiss me after each game?" She started nodding, but he reminded. "Even though I'm all sweaty?"

She paused, and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Of course!"

"Promise to stay with me, even though sometimes I can act like a real asshole?"

She looked at him confused, his tone wasn't as playful. "Until the day I die."

He smirked. He had a mischievous glint in his eye. "Then, of course, you can wear my jersey."

"Then there's a definite possibility that I love you." She smirked back.

"Enough to marry me."

She stopped pushing the cart. "What?"

"Do you love me enough to marry me?" She stared at him for a second. He seemed completely serious, but the way these two go from bantering to being completely serious can confuse anyone.

She raised an eyebrow. "You're proposing to me in a supermarket?"

"Are you rejecting me in a supermarket?" When she didn't say anything he let go of the cage he had created around her by holding the cart and said, "Look I'd get down on one knee, but it… it kind of hurts."

She let out a small laugh, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Are you gonna answer… today?" He looked a little nervous. He started to bend down.

"No, no no." She grabbed his arm, to keep him from going all the way down. And then formally said, "Of course, I mean, Yes, I will marry you."

He looked a little skeptical, "Even though sometimes I act like an asshole, and you'll have to take care of me when I get hurt." And then he quickly added, "Which I will."

"As long as you don't flee when I get icy, or really stressed out."

He quickly said, holding up his hands. "I promise."

She grabbed his hand and looked around. "Well, do I get a ring?"

He laughed, "Well, actually, this whole thing was a little impromptu, but uh," He grabbed the box of cracker jacks that was in the cart, dug through it, and pulled out a plastic –ninja turtle - ring. "Here." He grabbed her left hand, and the he smirked, that smirk that made her eyes flutter every time he did it, and said, "Well, I've gotta do this right, so," He let out a huge breath, and then in a really really cheesy 17th century accented way said, "Cassandra McDonald, would you do me the honor of becoming my fair lady?"

"Well, I declare," She played along, placing a hand across her chest "This is all so rather sudden, but, uh," She looked into his eyes. "There's nothing that I'd rather do."

He placed the plastic ninja turtle ring on her finger and bent down and kissed – totally breaking their 17th century act, with that movie star kiss, by the way. His hands were tangled in her hair, until she pulled away for air. And whispered something we didn't hear, but I'm thinking that's a good thing, by the blush that pulled up over his face. They continued down the aisle holding hands in silence for a while until,

"Casey," She looked over at him.

"Hm."

"We totally need these." Holding up a Halloween toy that disguised your voice.

"Uh, no, Derek. No, we don't. Halloween is months away." She informed him.

He widened his eyes. "But, what if it's not here then?"

She rolled her eyes. "It will be."

"Ugh," He sighed exasperated. Like this was the worst thing in his life. "You NEVER let me have any fun."

"Derek, act you freaking age." She scolded.

"All I'm asking for is one little toy-"

"So, what, you can bother me with it? Not happening."

"Casey, why can't you ever-" "We're not having this conversation, Derek. You're not getting the toy. Not today, not to-" But, we couldn't hear exact words anymore, for they had walked too far away to conspicuously follow after them, but you could still here them arguing over each other.

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"Aw," Patty looked at me, and in a real strong southern accent said. "Ain't that just the cutest darn thing ya ever seen, Paul? 'Member when we was like that? Huh?"

"Ya mean back before ya lost all your teeth, and let yourself go?" I quipped, with an equally strong southern accent.

She glared at me viciously. "Oh, shut up, you ol' fart."

"After all this time, livin' with me, you'd think you could come up with some better come backs, by now." I threw my hands up in agony.

"You want to eat what the dog's eating today, instead of that ol' peach cobbler I made for you last night, you just keep on talkin'." She pushed the cart in the opposite direction of where we were supposed to be heading.

I hobbled on over to her. "Now, Patty," But she turned her head the other way, and so did I. And to my right was the sign for some doohickey called an iPod. "Patty, let's get us one of these."

She looked over at me. "You don't even know what that thing there is."

"Do too," I said indignantly. "It's fer music."

She a hand on her hip. "Well, whaddaya need to listen to music fer? Ya already gots yourself one of 'em fancy radios."

"Well, this one here got headphones."

She grabbed the box. "And whaddaya need wit one of those?"

"Maybe I need to block out the sound of ya voice, sometimes!" She thrust the box into my chest, and started pushing the cart again.

I wondered if maybe I went a little too far, and started scraping around my brain for some old apology. But, I didn't have to. She had turned around, when she noticed I wasn't followin' her and said. "Well, come on, now. Peach cobbler don't eat itself." She held out her hand, and I grabbed it.

And that's how I knew that other couple there was gonna last. They reminded me of Patty and I. We weren't perfect, but we sure as hell loved each other. And that couple there, they were not perfect, naw they were definitely far from that.

But, they were definitely something.

Aw, tear. I hoped you guys enjoyed reading this. I enjoyed writing. So, for one last time, hit that button. Lemme know how you liked the ending.

Laura. :D