"Thanks for the free haircut, man."
Derek made a friend outside of hockey that, unlike Casey, knew his way around a pair of scissors.
"Sure. I'm still getting those hockey tickets, right?" So much for a free haircut.
Greg didn't play hockey, but he was a big fan of the sport. Derek was happy to give his friend a couple of tickets to the first game of the season, free haircut or not.
"Yeah, you'll get those tickets." Derek took a peek in the mirror, satisfied with his new look. His hair was trimmed short, with only a few waves sitting against the crease of his forehead. It had been difficult for Derek to find someone who knew how he liked his hair, so he was glad Greg could get the job done. Greg's father was a barber, so he learned a thing or two while spending his summers at his dad's shop.
"Awesome. So what are your plans today?" Greg asked, removing the bath towel from Derek's neck and proceeding to dust off the leftover flecks of hair.
"I'm meeting my roommate for lunch." Aka Casey.
Both Casey and Derek missed family dinners, so sharing a lunch or dinner with each other on occasion happened naturally.
"It must be nice having a decent roommate; I'd be more than happy to trade." Based on the stories Greg has told, his roommate had an addiction to eating toilet paper and was a second away from getting his own special on Investigation Discovery.
"Unless your roommate knows how to make chocolate chip pancakes, I'll pass."
"At least I tried," Greg sighed.
Derek got up from his chair, running his fingers through his new hairdo.
"Thanks again, man; I'll catch ya later."
"See ya, D. Have a good lunch."
**
Casey was precisely on time for lunch as usual, checking her watch as she waited for her stepbrother to arrive at the diner.
"Hey."
"Derek, you're late, again!"
Casey looked up from her watch and did a double take when she noticed his new haircut. She could finally see his eyes away from that bushy hairdo he had grown over the last few weeks. While she didn't comment on his hair, because the flattery would get to his head, she really liked his new-ish look. (More than she wanted to let on.)
"Sorry. Beauty takes time, Case, not that you would know." The insult hurdled her way only reminded her why she wouldn't compliment him.
"Well, use your so-called beauty to beckon the waitress over here."
"You want a lettuce wrap with a diet soda, right? Who am I kidding? You always order the same thing."
Even if she was predictable, it was odd that Derek took the time to memorize her order, down to the drink.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I want. So, uhm, how was your day?"
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Life With Dasey (A Life With Derek Fanfic)
FanfictionCasey and Derek are excited to leave for college, away from their parents and away from each other. However, leaving behind the people you were once dependent on and the place you called home is easier said than done. What happens when Casey and Der...
