Once again, I don't own Life with Derek!

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Please Be Mine (Derek Pov)

They come and go

He watches her date yet ANOTHER guy. It's torture to watch her around him. Smiling at his jokes, flirting, giggling. He really wants to punch the guy in the face. Especially when he sees her lean in to kiss him. He clenches his fists in agony and rage, and his nails dig into the recovering cuts and bruises from seeing her kiss the last guy. He doesn't flinch; he's so used to the pain. His hand is probably bleeding now, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is her lips touching this guy's, and how enthusiastic his response is. He's careful to keep a passive look on his face. He can't give it away. No one can know. He's been in love with her for years, and no one's figured it out, yet. Well, except for Sam and Marti. But they knew from the second he looked at her.

He slowly unclenches his fist and realizes that if he stays and watches, his hand will be a complete mess and he has no explanation for its bleeding. He watches a little longer, and right before he turns to walk away, she looks over at him. Her smile changes to a grin as she makes eye contact. His turn wavers, and he tries to smile back. If she only knew the effect her eyes in themselves had on him. He loses his balance, and falls to the ground. Damn those eyes of hers. Now, what's he supposed to do?

He opens his eyes, and he's looking at the ground. His palms are on the concrete, and he realizes that this could be his excuse for his hands bleeding. This might also be the strangest fall he's ever had, since his head and chest are facing the pavement, and his legs are twisted sideways. Mental note: Never fall while turning. It's a very awkward and painful position to fall in.

By now, Casey is over at his side. She's saying his name over and over again in a fairly loud voice. Her tone is laced with worry and maybe a little laughter in them. He always knew she enjoyed his pain. Maybe not a lot, but deep down inside, a part of her enjoyed when he did something stupid. It showed that he could be as much of a klutz as she was. She's touching his shoulder and trying to turn him over. He groans as she is making a much bigger deal of it then it is. Then again, there are red stains under his palms on the pavement, and as smart as she is, it doesn't take a scientist to realize that his hands are, in fact, bleeding.

He helps her turn him sideways and looks into her worried eyes. She grabs his hands and examines each one carefully. She has this perplexed look on her face that is so adorable, that he almost wants to laugh. But he holds it back, and continues to watch as she looks at his hands.

She looks at him and gives a small laugh. 'I guess, I'm not the only Klutzilla around,' she says and then gives a little smirk. He chuckles, and she looks as him as if he's grown another head. By now, he ordinarily would have had a witty comeback. Instead he's laughing at her. He knew he had lost his mind. He searches through his comebacks, but can't seem to function as she is still looking at him and holdings his hands in hers. Sparks are shooting up and down through his hands and arms, and he can't seem to be able to do anything, but lay there and look at her.

'C'mon,' she says. 'We should probably get these hands patched up. They're going to get infected if we don't wash them soon.' He rolls his eyes and snorts. Yeah, Case. I'm gonna die here and now, he thinks. Then, as she helps pull him off the ground, he sees that her date is standing there still, and he almost wishes that he had died. There was no way that he could die of cutting his hands and not cleaning them in his mind, but as he saw her date look at her and smile, he had never wished more in his life to be dead. He had had a good moment with Casey, and it would've been one of his favorites if it had only ended before he saw her date again. He could then imagine a more fit scenario of her running over to help him up and kissing him senseless. She would say that she never should've dated any other guys, because he was the one for her and she knew it all along. It was of course, in his imagination, and it wouldn't be likely that his tripping over himself would bring her to her senses, but he could try, at least, to pretend that she would realize that he was the one.

She smiles back at the guy, Truman, and says, 'I'm gonna take him home and get him cleaned up. You understand, right?' She looks at him hopefully as she scans his face to measure his reaction. He looks a little annoyed at the fact that she was ditching him to help her poor step-brother with cut hands, but he nodded and said he would call her later. She smiles with relief, and gives Truman a quick peck on the cheek. He cringes, and turns sideways as if he's looking around so she doesn't see his reaction. He has a feeling Truman saw it, though, and is careful to not look back as Casey grabs his arm and walks him over to the car. She opens the door for him, either out of consideration, pity, or the fact that she doesn't want blood on the handle of her car. He hates feeling like he can't do anything for himself, but kind of enjoys Casey taking care of him.

She shuts the car door after he gets in, and walks over to the driver's seat.

This would definitely be an interesting drive.

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Alright, this is my first fanfiction! There should be more chapters since this is only the first line of the song. But please comment and tell me what you think.

P.S. I didn't mean to do an angsty Dasey! I just typed, and that's what happened. I'll find a song to inspire a fluffy one, though. : )