Revenge: Casey McDonald Style, a life with derek fanfic | FanFiction
Summary: Casey and Derek set up a contract outlining their conduct towards each . As she watched the two walk away, Lizzie pointed at them, “Are they dating? Hannah Wigman from the London Ledger smacked her gum at them, puffing. Derek's sort of screaming, but good, she hopes she leaves bruises. "Casey, if you ever, ever get tired of just dating nerds, I could totally help. .. She can hear Lauren's continued puffs of anger, Edwin's gagging sounds, and. The ninth season of the American animated television series SpongeBob SquarePants, created . Storyboard directors, Storyboard supervisors, Original air date, U.S. viewers Alan Smart, Casey Alexander, Zeus Cervas, and Derek Iversen, Casey Mrs. Puff tries a new method to get SpongeBob to pass his driving test.
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He scoffed, yet failed to conceal his smile, and rolled his eyes. He laid down facing the ceiling, and couldn't help but notice the scent of her perfume. Maybe he would sleep on that side tonight. His head collided with his pillow and he thought of sleep, but he had a lesson to teach, though his student looked unwilling. They turned on their sides to face each other. Usually you'd have whipped out your notebook by now," he teased her.
Not feeling well I guess. Why would I go to watch pretty boy try and fail to turn you on? Sometimes she forgot he could. He grinned at her lioness-like sounds. As in, the color you will turn when you go all K-l-u-t-z-i-l-l-a on your new boyfriend.
As in, the color roses he'll get you because he's too dense to get red. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she sighed. As in, the summer's day he'll compare you to because he's not original enough to make up his own love poems. What the hell is that last word?
As in, the color you'll turn when you get sick from the nerves of being within one foot of a male. Then again, you're not really a man. He busted into laugher. You better go get that. She felt him poke her shoulder, and sighed, turning toward him. As in, don't let yourself get purple bruises when you fall trying to run out of there as fast as you can when this goes horribly.
She wasn't determined before, but she sure was now to show him that this could very well turn into a decent evening. Sure, Keegan wasn't the person she always imagined, but that didn't mean they wouldn't click well!
She was so angry and swamped up in her thoughts about Derek that she forgot to say hello to her date as her and Michelle entered the house. Some date she was turning out to be. She gave a small smile. She wasn't used to those. Derek mostly just mocked her appearance, how was she supposed to respond? It wasn't until she looked down and realized he had taken them off that she flushed tomato red. At least Derek was right about one thing. She turned red, but the only Klutzilla move she pulled was tripping on her own tongue.
She just had to shake him off her, and focus on having a good time.
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Casey noticed that Calvin was very right in his worries about his girlfriend losing interest in him. He tried to put his arms around her waist a couple times, and she brushed off every advance. Luckily for Casey, Calvin was a gracious host no matter what he was dealing with, and he soon whipped out the movies. Perhaps he thought cuddling to a scary movie would drive Michelle once back into his arms because he gave Casey a pointed look when he pulled out the Exorcist. Casey immediately vouched for the movie to be the prime choice, though she hadn't seen it.
One time, Derek and our friend Sam bet Emily and I that we couldn't read those books all the way through. I wanted to prove him wrong, and it just stuck. Casey shrugged, and got up to put the DVD in. Michelle and Calvin gathered on the couch, and Calvin opened his arms to her.
She didn't move into them. It didn't seem like she was avoiding him out of malice, rather she didn't even seem to think about him much at all. It was as if she was somewhere else. Casey looked to him and gave him a reassuring smile as he settled with tracing circles on Michelle's knee with his thumb. He shrugged at her, and it broke her heart. Casey had only seen Calvin be the bright and smiley person she had once seen, not the sad nearly defeated boy that sat on the couch in front of her.
Casey and Keegan sat on the floor in front of the couch on some pillows, and the couple sat behind them. Casey could practically feel their looks, curious as to every movement Keegan or Casey made toward one another.
At a particularly scary moment, Casey leapt into the air involuntarily. The boy to her right somehow took this as an invitation to put his arm around her. She didn't know how to react.
Then she remembered what Emily told her. Casey leaned into Keegan's chest, hoping for this whole thing to come more naturally to her. Suddenly, her memory flashed back to dancing to her favorite Death Cab song with Derek, shifting in circles, her head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. The moment in their history never brought up, the time that was practically erased from memory just as it had been from conversation.
Keegan's lean-muscled chest was not particularly bad a place to rest her head, but she didn't feel the same warmth she had on the hockey player's broad torso cradled in his protective arms as they danced. Casey tripped as she entered the doorway into the bathroom. The image of Derek teasing her taunted her inside her head, "Don't let yourself get purple bruises when you fall trying to run out of there as fast as you can when this goes horribly! She looked into the mirror and saw her face had grown quite pale since her arrival.
If she was being completely honest with herself, it had turned pale when she shifted onto the stranger's chest, but when it came to memories of Derek, she was never honest with herself. She felt sick, and looked the part too. The picture of him taunting her with his signs yet again pressed themselves to the forefront of her mind. Casey pulled out her phone from her back pocket and texted Emily, the only person she could think to save her right now. Em, bad date, can you pick me up?
I'll tell you later, just please come get me.
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I'm on my way. Casey slid it back into her pocket. She was grateful that if Emily could be counted on for anything, it was always having her phone on hand. She stumbled out of the bathroom, feeling woozy, and shuffled into the living room. I think I'm gonna head home. My friend is picking me up," she said. Keegan stood, looking disappointed, but he nodded his understanding.
Calvin, on the other hand, looked slightly relieved. He had grown tired of trying to hold onto somebody that just wasn't his anymore. He just wanted to go to sleep. Casey nodded, grabbed her purse, and followed Michelle out of the living room with one last apologetic nod to the boys.
Things get messy when Lauren decides she has to meet Casey's boyfriend, who's probably some boring sod anyway - he's dating CASEY, of all people. I don't know if this fandom is dead or not, but I recently rediscovered LWD, realized this fandom was a thing, and had too many feelings not to write fic.
Silk sheets on a perfectly-made bed? Lauren's list of required lotions and bathroom commodities perfectly lined up next to the sink? No chance that Lauren will run into Casey's stepbrother? Well — "Der-ek," Casey shrieks, attempting to shoo him off the bed. Derek's sort of screaming, but good, she hopes she leaves bruises. The jerk deserves it for existing. Well, let me tell you this. Nope, no sir, not going to happen. Because I have a foolproof plan to keep you out of Lauren's pants, and it's going to work," Casey hisses.
I like eating, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Even though that picture of her you showed me promised me some very nice legs. She can hear Derek's muffled laughter, but she's ignoring him, yes, she is, because she already knows how ridiculous she looks next to her gorgeous cousin — she doesn't need him to rub it in her face. And that dress, so adorable. I didn't know we were dressing like ten-year-olds — what a great idea.
If you'd told me, we could have matched! With an exaggerated gasp, Lauren whirls around and spies Derek, who's still leaning against the headboard without a care in the world. I'm Lauren, Casey's cousin? And her flippy hair. And just her in general, really. That was her stepbrother, always the charmer. Too bad Lauren doesn't seem to mind very much.
Everyone's been caught up with the whole story. Lauren and Casey haven't seen each other in ten years. Lauren decided to catch up with her cousins. Lauren is in town anyway for some modeling thing. Lauren is totally and completely welcome for the two weeks she's in London because that's what family's for — free stuff.
He really, really is someone worthy of Casey's keener…ness. Marti opens her mouth to speak, but George slaps a hand over her mouth before she can utter a word. I just broke up with my boyfriend — he was a model too — and I'd be happy to hook you up with one of my other model friends, provided that you fix your hair, and change your clothes, and probably get that overbite fixed.
Oh, I know, I could be your makeover consultant. Anything you need, Case, don't you worry about a thing. I'll be happy to help, really. Knock your nerdy boyfriend off his feet, am I right? Wait, Tact, you don't want to get acquainted with Lauren? No, Tact, come back and shove yourself into this girl's mouth before she says anything worse, you sneaky motherfucker.
Across the table, Casey mouths a silent "thank you. God, a McDonald should never have to settle, right? Isn't there that new show you wanted to watch — that thing like —yeah? Casey vaguely hears Derek mutter something about a catfight and rabid bulldogs, and he seems way too happy for someone who's getting his ass kicked later and that's going on her schedule, no negotiations. Lauren turns the full force of her big blue eyes on her cousin.
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Before Casey can reply that yes, something's definitely wrong and yes that thing is sitting right in front of her and please can we just kick Lauren to the curb already, Nora answers, "No, nothing's wrong with Casey.
In fact, she needs to go to bed early. When Marti mentioned a "ritual burning of her stuffed animals," Casey had never imagined that she and Derek would be the ones setting up the funeral pyre. I didn't have any friends because, well, the kids didn't appreciate the perfectly organized study schedules I wrote out for all of them.
And then in seventh grade, she visited again and told Timmy Michaels that I had a crush on him. She then proceeded to flirt with him and, like, every other seventh grade boy. He saw her legs and the…assets and decided nope, Casey McDonald just wasn't good enough.
And then in eighth grade, she actually stayed the whole year and decided that she was going to steal the student council presidency away from me. She almost did too, if I hadn't found that picture of her rolling around in a cow pie.
And then — " "You campaigned dirty? She's the one who drives me to do all the crazy stuff. Here she is, planning to get her cousin's head on a pike, and Derek's being sensible and calm?
God, it's like pigs are flying or something in fact, Casey should really check the skies. She hadn't wanted Lauren to come, of course not. But one not-so-adamant no led to one thing and that one thing led to another and thatone thing led to Lauren ruining a perfectly good two weeks of summer vacation.
I mean, she's always rubbed everything in my face. The fact that she's a model. It's time I win at something. Goddammit, googly eyes keep ruining things. Because if it does, I'll embrace my inner ten-year-old.
Or an excuse to spread his germs onto her. You know he's probably as far from 'professional geek' as you can get — short of becoming one of those homeless people who live under highways. I'm not giving you more of a chance to antagonize him. Casey bursts into laughter at the look on Derek's face. He gags, "Remind me why we have to do this again? Why can't she just talk to him? She's allowed to be a little…" Casey nudges the remaining stack of toys with her boot, "…rebellious. We can start the ritual burning now.
Someone get water and a hose, oh my God! There's a fire in the backyard. It's completely under control. Casey snaps her fingers in sudden realization. Turning to Derek, she whispers, "I thought this fire was missing something. Don't you think Lauren would look fantastic on top of it? Lauren's constant babbling at her ear doesn't really make things better, but she's trying. She's really, really trying. So far, Lauren's theory that alcohol makes everything more fun is resisting truth.
Derek's a burgeoning director. We're both artists," Lauren practically screams over the music. We make art with our bodies.