So many of you have read my FFs and some of you have faved them or faved me *blushing*. I hope this continues, because it makes me really happy, and when I'm happy, I can write more. So here's another Dasey! (I wrote it when someone was blocking my bathroom...so much for "fiction":-)

Disclaimer: I don not own "Life with Derek" or any related films.
Claimer: The way the characters are composed (aka the storyline) is my intellectual property.

I got what I needed and headed out of my room. From the corner of my eyes I saw a white-greyish flash.
"Oh no, you don't!" I shouted and ran for the bathroom. The click of the lock and Derek's evil laughter was the last thing heard before it was replaced by my feverish bangs on the door.
"IT IS MY TIME! DEREK, OPEN THAT DOOR. NOW!"

His whistles were responded by my growls. I leaned against the door and slid down. What use was shouting now? I was far too tired to carry it on.

"You know what?" I said more to myself than anyone. "I don't care. You'll annoy me until I move out on my own and far away from you. So, do whatever you like to me, 'cause I really don't care anymore from that moment on."

I rested my head on my knees. I had had a very hard day and all I wanted was a warm shower and then go to bed. From being too tired to stand, I fell asleep sitting on the floor.

As the lock clicked again, I awoke. The door opened faster than I could get up and so I fell backwards into the bathroom. Well, not exactly in the bathroom, but on Derek's feet.

"I knew you adore the ground I'm walking on, but don't get too creepy, step-sis." Derek smirked and held out a hand to help me get up. When I stood he brought his lips to my ear and whispered "I know you don't care for the pranks I play on you, but you for sure care why I play these pranks on you. It's the same reason you like to shout my name ripped in two through the whole house." He let go of my hand and strode out the door. I shook my head not to think about what he said or why he helped me up.

When I looked at the sink, however, I saw there was already toothpaste on my toothbrush.

"What the..." I was stunned.

"You're welcome." Derek stood in the doorframe, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He didn't exactly smirk- it was more of a smile.

"Thanks." I murmured.

He came behind me and laid his hands on the side of my hips. Searching and holding my glance in the mirror, he told me "You and I we both know, it'll be always the two of us. You can go wherever you want, but you'll always have me with you. At least here." With that his hand wandered up, tickling my sides and gliding up my back.

Without noticing I leaned against him. It was crazy, of course, but it was also what I've always wanted: being near him. Still stiff I let him rest his hand over my heart, also meaning over my left breast. I swallowed. This was so wrong and yet I didn't move.

His right hand made its way to my front, resting on my belly.

"You must be really tired to allow me this." His breath was warm in my ear. Our mirages still looked each other in the eyes.

I spun around, looking directly at Derek. "You think, you're right every single time, don't you?"

He laughed. "No, I give you that, I don't. 'Cause I don't think anything when you're near me." He leaned down to kiss me and I let him do so. As soon as he tilted his head, my spirits awoke. Still feeling his lips locked with mine, I pulled at the hem of his t-shirt. I felt him smiling as he tugged at the bow that held my pants in place. They glided down and became a pile of clothes along with Derek's shirt.

My hands found their way around his neck, pulling him even closer to me.

Maybe this was how it was supposed to be? Maybe I should have fallen for the biggest jerk on earth. Maybe he fell for me too? Scratch that, I KNOW we've fallen for each other, I felt it in the way he kissed me. The way his hands found...

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!" Lizzie's voice broke us apart. We jumped back, as far away from the other as possible. I didn't dare to look at Derek now. I took my pants from the floor and fled to my room. Trying not to hyperventilate, I turned on the music as loud as I could.

Maybe this was meant. Maybe the two of us just shouldn't have each other.

u-_-u

You can see at the end I made my sign for "chapter ending" not the one for "story ending", so if you want, I can continue this story.
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SI