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[isobel daniella caulfield]

The brunette had never expected her days to go like this since the breakup. Izzy never expected to find herself looking to the bottom a bottle of liquor, but there she was housing tequila like it was her job. The brunette had never let someone affect her so intensely before, and the absolute worst part about everything was that she knew how she felt. She knew that what the real reason for her habitual drinking was, but she had not admitted those feelings. Not now, and she would never do it unless it was forced from her. No, the fact that the brunette had fallen in love with her best friend, a man that was not in love with her, was never going to come from her mouth. She would never admit that she let herself develop those messy strings, or that she had actually fallen in love with her first boyfriend. Izzy had never had a high school sweetheart, no she had just now fallen in love for the first time because she let her fucking guard down. The first time she let a man into her life as someone other than a fuck buddy and it blew up so terribly in her face. She had to deal with it now, pick up the pieces of her broken heart and try and find all the glue that was going to need for her first break-up. This was all a first for Isobel Caulfield, and it was not a feeling that she was fond of.

So when she decided to call Dereck it was because she was drunk. By that time Izzy had been drinking since about seven, and it was now well after midnight. The brunette had lost all sense of time, and was sauntering around in a t-shirt that hung off her curves like it should. She had no idea where she got it, but when she was drinking she liked as little clothing on her body as humanly possible. So she called Dereck, for whatever reason was going in her mind she did it. She could possibly like the man, that is if she was willing to let herself fall into something and get her heart broken again. Something she was not necessarily fond of, because she knew where her heart wanted to be. It was never going to have that again, and for that she was truly sorry. But now she was on the phone stifling the sound of her tears, and she knew Dereck was a friend. She knew that she could count on him to be there for her, what she did not like was not finding her bottles of tequila. Sober Izzy liked to hide them so that Drunk Izzy would not find them all and end up in the hospital. It was nice of her sober self, but what she wanted was to find the other bottle of tequila that she had hidden. It was driving her insane, but there was Dereck on the phone telling her not to move. She stood there with her hand on her hip, obviously annoyed waiting for him to get there. Soon enough though, she saw him, and she was able to move again. She stumbled over to the man who was trying so hard to take care of her and make sure she did not really injure herself. She tried to smile at him, but it was not working so well. “Well I see you. I’m guessing that my stumbling is allowed now? And where is my tequila...I finished the other bottle waiting for you.”

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[dereck michael nolan]

It was indeed a late night, coming upon three in the morning actually. But, not even thinking about the time, this boy was going out and helping a friend. Rather extreme to be doing this all for a friend, well lets just say it was an attractive friend, but that wasn't his reasoning for doing this. Dereck Nolan wasn't a bad kid, truthfully he didn't have a bad bone in his body, he was doing this today to save someone. When he got the call, it was a friend in distress, someone who needed help. It scared him, that one of his friends could be putting themselves in danger like this, and he just felt the need to help. Okay so, he didn't really know her that well, Isobel was a friend, one that he worked with truthfully. She had become one of his models, one that he seemed to be able to make the most money off of too. She had given him a chance of becoming someone bigger, with her looks and his camera skills, well they could both get pretty far in the industry. He couldn't tell her that yet though, since he just found out a few hours ago, and she was indeed too drunk to really hear it. So, right now he was going to keep that information to himself, and when he had to hold her hair in the morning from a killer hangover, he'd share that happy news with her. They were getting paid, and everything he got, half of it was to go to her, well most anyway since she was the one that was in the pictures.

Right now, the only thing that crossed his mind was protecting her, and he had no idea where this emotion suddenly came from. After she had explained that she broke up with her boyfriend, he knew she'd be on a danger route, since it seemed like she really did love him from Dereck's view anyway. It actually made him a bit jealous, since finding something like that was nearly impossible for someone like Dereck, and whenever he met a girl he really liked, she ended up being impossible to get. Don't get him wrong, he had been with a fair share of girls, he wasn't a prude, and he wasn't a virgin, so that just made him neutral. Dereck had swore to himself one thing though, he would never mess around with the girl that he was going to see tonight. He heard stories about her, and not very good ones at all, heard that she slept with anyone, and he was not looking to become just another lay. Never get involved with a girl like her, Dereck knew it but was getting himself mixed up anyway. Isobel needed him, and he wasn't about to leave her there in need of someone, and heck it wasn't like he was just going to jump in bed with her anytime soon.

He was out the door though, riding over there quickly and having not even dressed himself correctly. His shirt was lopsided, pants weren't zipped up, hair all over the place, obviously he was not expecting to go visit her this late... or early, whichever. He brought two bottles like he had promised, but he wasn't about to let her drink them, he was actually going to see just how drunk she happened to be first, he was pretty sure that he was going to need a drink soon enough. Keeping her on the phone the whole ride here, he made sure that she wasn't harming herself by falling down some stairs or getting something sharp, he had no idea what she was capable of. Once he was there though, he grabbed the bottles and walked for the door quickly, not bothering to fix himself since he really didn't care what he looked like right now. It wasn't like he was trying to impress her, he was nice enough to come over here, she shouldn't care what he looked like, lucky enough he remembered pants. He got to the door, and didn't even knock, since she said that it was open, he merely pushed the door with his foot after turning the knob.

His eyes searched around a bit, before seeing her and ending the call. Well, he didn't expect her to be half nude when he saw her, this certainly changed things a bit. He had forgotten all about him promising her just about anything for staying put, and it seemed like she had indeed stayed where she was. He placed one of the bottles on the table, after closing and locking the door. "Here." He held the bottle up, and watched her walk towards him. She was obviously very very drunk, and he deemed her unworthy of really drinking anymore. "Well you see, before you can have the bottle, you actually have to sober up a bit." He smirked at her, keeping the bottle in one hand and lifting her over his shoulder with the other. He made sure to hold her like that, keeping a hold of her legs, and depositing her right onto the couch, having not realized how light she was. He sat on the arm of the couch, waving the bottle in his hand and smiling at her. "No greeting, no hug, no nothing from you, that's what you get." He said, teasing her and knowing she'd probably just kill him. But, he wanted to have a bit of fun with his drunk goddess, maybe it would cheer her up a bit too.

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[isobel daniella caulfield]

The brunette girl had not expected to find herself on the phone with Dereck Nolan at three o’clock in the morning. Alright, so Isobel Daniella Caulfield never expected to be this girl that had to start drunk dialing people at three in the morning. It was hard on her though to admit everything that was going on in her head. She was so sad and she had already made the call. She really just was tired of being alone wallowing in her own self induced pain. She had fallen in love with someone who was emotionally unavailable, and now she was calling one of the few men that would always be apart of her life now. It was something that she was quite enjoying, because he was always taking her picture. Something that reminded her of how jealous her now ex-boyfriend could be. Dereck taking pictures of her had made the boy furious, but she was always getting paid from the pictures. It was nice whenever he told her how beautiful she was and all of that. It made her feel special and with everything that was going on in her life, and it was how she was coping with everything else. So she found herself on the phone at three am being told not to move because apparently she was a danger to herself.

So Isobel Caulfield was good and drunk, it was nothing that she had not already done. She danced around her house, fell down stairs, and ran into everything. That was how the drunk girl worked, but now Dereck thought she was in danger of hurting herself. So there was the fact that she had drank an entire bottle of tequila in just a few short hours. It was hard for her, but that was her way of dealing with everything. She was the kind of girl that just dealt with things on her own. It was hard enough to try and come up with something that helped her through this. The only thing that she had come up with drinking herself to death, and apparently everyone around the town started to call her a whore again. It had become talk of the town since Kaler and Izzy were no longer a couple. So the brunette beauty knew that unless a man had the same interests as her, and she highly doubted that Dereck had the same kind of intentions that she would want that evening. Izzy as a drunk was something that just did whatever popped into her head; if that meant sleeping with inappropriate men then that was what she did. So who knew what was going to happen whenever Dereck actually showed up. She was thinking about what ever was going happen, and that was something that her drunk self tended to no thing about. She needed someone nice in her life, someone that was not going to take advantage of her inability to make smart decisions. Dereck was the kind of person that she needed in her life, and that was something else that scared her to death. She hated to think that she was being involved, she was not going to get involved with him. He was her photographer, and she was a model. That was their relationship, and maybe even friends. But she would not let him in her bed except to sleep. That was something that she was promising herself as she stood in her living room waiting to be able to move.

A smile lit her face whenever she saw him, and the bottles of tequila in his hands. It was something that she was really looking forward to, because she could not find the hidden bottles. She had found one with a little left in it, but nothing special in the least. She was able to just drink, and now she was trying to saunter over to him in her t-shirt, but it was more of a stumble. The brunette looked up at him, and she was sad. It was clearly written all over her face, and he was still there. Dereck was there to pick her up whenever the pieces fell to the floor. He was there, which was more than she could say for a lot of other people that called themselves her friend. Izzy very rarely actually wore clothes, especially whenever she should be sleeping. But there was a funny thing about that, but she was not in the mood to explain why she never wore clothes. It really was her home so she was able to do whatever she wanted. She enjoyed roaming around her house naked, but after having a drunken phone call she figured she should put something on.

Isobel Caulfield stumbled closer to Dereck, and it what she really wanted. She saw the bottle of tequila that he was taunting her with. Any sane person would not allow the brunette to drink anymore, but that was the last thing she wanted people to tell her. She wanted to drink her tequila and drink herself to death. It had been the goal for the last couple of days as she wallowed in her pain. Izzy smirked at him, “Now what if I don’t want to sober up anymore. What if I just want to drink myself to death? Hmm?”

[/color] But as soon as she finished speaking, she was up over Dereck’s shoulder. She was displeased with the swooping nature because of her unsettled drunken stomach, but at the same time she tried to fight it. It was funny, and she laughed because he had managed to keep ahold of her legs so that she could not fight him. She was quickly put on her couch and teased about her inappropriate greeting. “I could greet you, but you are trying to make me sober up. Drunk Izzy does not want to sober up. She wants to wallow. So either share the tequila or just sit with me. I am just drunk.”[/color] Her blue eyes looked up him, and she was not in the mood to deal with his teasing. Izzy was not normally an angry drunk but it happened and teasing about tequila was one way to get it to happen. [/justify][/blockquote]
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[dereck michael nolan]

Dereck didn't really know why he had taken her call so seriously, literally had to leap out of bed to get here. He was worried, but there was more to it, this girl indeed meant something to him. And now, her break up with someone she talked about so much, he was leaving his camera behind and on his way to her home. It wasn't a night to take pictures, she was too emotionally destroyed, and he wasn't about to take advantage of something like that. Actually, he wasn't about to take advantage of her at all, which was unlike a male, now wasn't it? It's not that he wasn't interested, it was just the fact that he knew she just needed someone there for her tonight. A breakup is tough, he knew that first hand, and being alone was not the first thing on everyone's list. So, here he was helping out his adorable friend, and the smile on her face was refreshing, until it disappeared. She looked upset, her puffy eyes were obvious and of course the way she was swaying back and forth as she walked. "Izzy..." He started his sentence with her name, not really knowing how to complete it though. Was there a way? He wasn't disappointed, nor was he sad, but seeing her like this sorta broke his heart. His eyes stayed on her, as he brushed the snow off his shoulders. "Seems I came over in time." He saw the few bottles on the floor, well there were a few here and there. He was sure that he'd find more if he looked around, maybe he shouldn't of brought the two bottles that were in his hand. He may just be getting her into deeper shit here, but he was going to do his best to take care of her so far.

He had to keep control of himself for a moment there, seeing her body, it made him want to pounce her right there. He had to close his eyes for a moment, regain control over himself and his manliness, then let that breath he was holding in completely out. He placed two fingers under her chin so that she looked up at him, and just gave her a smile. "Cheer up, Iz. That's what I am here for." He nodded, removing his hand from touching her soft skin and shifting the jacket off his shoulders. It was indeed snowing outside, and maybe he should walk back out there for a moment, to cool himself down. Dereck couldn't say he was attracted to her, well everyone was attracted to Izzy, he was just someone who didn't act on it. So, he'd admit he had a small crush on this girl, but it was completely harmless, they were just in business together. He needed to keep her around for these wonderful pictures she produced, and she needed him for the cash she was making off them, and that was all. That was the art of business, now wasn't it? Getting involved with a coworker and friend was never a great idea, he knew that much. So, he was going to keep his thoughts to himself, and just keep her company for tonight. "Nice place you have here, you could really take some nice pictures in here." He looked around, though she probably didn't care about the photographic value of her house. So he closed his mouth, putting his hand on her arm so that she didn't fall over when he saw her tilting.

Dereck could only shake his head at her words, since she really thought that he'd let her drink herself to death. He may have only known her for about three weeks now, but he wasn't going to lose a model like her. "Well you see, you're not allowed to drink yourself to death, cause without you, I'll have no job, and in the process of having no job, I'd have to kill myself too. You don't want a dead Dereck, now do you?" He said, leaning back on the arm of the couch a bit. He looked down at her and then to the bottle, twisting it open and taking a sip straight from the bottle. "Fine, but you're going to share, plus just telling you now, I am not responsible for what my drunk self says. I'll tell you now, my sober self thinks you're beautiful, and you're awesome. My drunk self will confirm this, just so you know now." He mind as well get that out there for today, as he took another sip of the bottle before holding it out to her. He eyed her a bit, unsure if she could handle more alcohol, but as long as they were sharing, it wouldn't be too much harm done. "I would like at least my hug by later tonight... morning, whatever it is." He pointed out, since she had indeed told him that she needed one. He wasn't about to go back on his deal either, he was just hoping that she'd forget about it. Dereck had told her that he'd do anything if she just stood still, and indeed she did, but he wasn't going to remind her of that, no way.

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[isobel daniella caulfield]

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Isobel Caulfield would not admit this to anyone, but if she could have called anyone and had them run to her side it would have been Dereck. He was sweet, and the nice thing was that he was genuinely looking out for her. He kept her from swaying and falling on her ass. Dereck was always adorable, and he was one of the only guys that did not try to get in her pants. Their relationship was working and friends, but she liked him. It was an emotion that she was never going to admit to another living soul for the rest of her life, because the people she cared about always left. Her mother died, she was never coming back, and now she had Kaler to deal with. Though they said they were going to still be friends the night that it happened, Izzy felt herself slipping away and slipping into a place that she did not belong. This town was not her home, well not really anyway. She had only been there for a few years, but she never really stayed in a place for any length of time. So it was truly something that was surprising her, but she had heard stories about the people that left this town, and she did not need to be lumped into that category. Although she was a girl who ran from her problems rather than just confront them. She had run whenever her mother died; it was in her blood. She just drove for days until her eyes would not stay open any more. Now she had resorted to alcohol and just wanted nothing more than to forget everything that was happening in her life. It would just be better to forget everything, and put Kaler in a box that she pushed from her mind and never thought of again.

The brunette had no idea why she had thought this was a good idea, but the bottles of tequila that was in his hand is what made her rethink her decision. He was there to try and cheer her up, and he could try. She doubted that it would even help her, but hell he could try. She looked around her living room as she sat on the couch, and noticed all the bottles everywhere. Isobel was going to have to start a major cleaning binge the following morning; her house was becoming a mess. She had seen Kaler’s house like this at one point, and she had spent days cleaning it. Her hardwood floors were going to be a mess if the tequila got on it. She looked up at Dereck and tried to fake a smile at him. “You get your heartbroken and then I’ll tell you to cheer up. See how you like it.” This side of drunk Izzy reared its head rarely, and she was still upset about everything. It was not like she was going to be able to be cheery a few days after Kaler ripped her heart out and stomped all over it. She had to go and ruin the one good thing outside of her two jobs. Though when she was with Dereck taking pictures she was genuinely happy. “We can take pictures here sometime if you want. I really don’t care, this place could use some new memories.” Everything about this house was just whatever. The brunette was really thinking about running, so what would it matter to her what happened in it.

The only thing that was playing through the brunette’s head was how much alcohol she was really going to need in order to drink herself to death. She had never had alcohol poisoning, or at least never ended up in the hospital for it. So Izzy really had no idea what she would need. Her tolerance was through the roof, and she was finally starting to act like a drunk girl, a bottle and half of tequila later. She looked at him as he spoke, and it made her shake her head. No she did not want a dead Dereck on her hands, she actually like him. More than what she wanted, and she was not about to ruin the only income that she had since she had taken a few weeks off at the bar. She needed her space away from Kaler, and seeing him every night was not going to make that easy on her. “No I don’t want a dead Dereck, but you have other people that would want to get their picture taken. I’m nothing special; so you don’t really need me. So I feel like I could drink myself to death, though I don’t know how much it would actually take for me to drink myself to death.” The perplexity of that question was really hurting her brain, and then Dereck was opening the bottle and sipping on it. She let out a soft giggle, because she didn’t sip tequila. She just swigs it and takes it like a man. She had a bit of an alcohol problem. “Fine, you get a bottle and I get a bottle. That is sharing, and that is the best I have to offer you. And drunk Izzy is not responsible for what she says either. I say that now, so neither is drunk Dereck. Tonight will never have happened, and we can forget and not remember what we said.” But the fact that he called her beautiful was something that made her smile. Few people called her beautiful, and it was always appreciated. So Iz took the other bottle and twisted it and took a long drink of the liquor as it slid down her throat. “How about if you want your hug you come get it. I am not moving, and I believe you are going to do whatever I want. So maybe I don’t want to hug you, maybe I want to kiss you. But I don’t want to do anything but kiss you. I am in no place to do anything but kiss you. Ya know what I mean?” Izzy liked him, and she was not about to let him be a drunken hook-up. If she wanted Dereck in her life she was going to have to work at that.

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[dereck michael nolan]

Sure, Dereck was different from most guys around, he tried to be a friend over a lay. Izzy, well she came with a lot of baggage, not only was there a boyfriend but most likely shit loads of men that she just decided to sleep with. This was the first time she called him though, he could tell that she had been crying, he could tell she needed someone. Even if he could of easily told her to get one of her lays to do it for her, he was being a kind friend. Not like he could do much though, wasn't like he could demand her to stop drinking, nor could he really coax her into doing much else. He was just here to be a friend, the shoulder to cry on and truthfully nothing more. The reason he came here was simple, she needed someone and he couldn't leave her hanging, plus if she drank herself to death tonight, it would forever weigh over his head. Back in high school though, Dereck had never been good with the girls, he never spoke to many and lost his virginity maybe... five months ago. It truthfully didn't matter to him, he didn't believe in love but he knew what a heartbreak felt like, and how you'd just want to shut out the world. Maybe that was another reason he was here for her rescue, if he could help her any.

It was true, he felt bad that she was placed in this situation, he felt bad that this was what was becoming of her. When he first met her, she was nothing like this, no snippy remarks and he never pinned her to be a messy girl. He noticed that most of the mess was bottles, wondering if this was really from her recent activities, of just drinking and staying home. Maybe he should be more of a help to her and clean up, since he knew he'd find himself sleeping on her couch tonight, he'd do that when she passed out. "Well, it sure is breaking my heart seeing you like this." He nodded at her, as if telling her that she was indeed a mess. He tapped her knee, as if to try to get some sort of reaction out of her, and to see if she was still feeling her body. The last thing he needed was her going into a coma from drinking so much, losing all feeling of limbs, yeah he didn't want that happening. He smiled at her next comment, still viewing the home and he knew there was more that he had yet to see. "It's really nice, and I'd love to take pictures here." Though once more, he highly doubted that she'd remember something like that tomorrow morning. Not only was it something small, but he didn't really know if she'd want to see him again after this night. They had a business deal, which didn't include being friends, no matter how much he wanted that. They seemed to bond over their first meeting, though at the time she seemed more interested in her boyfriends wishes than anything else, so Dereck never tried. Now... he didn't really know what she was thinking, then again she'd probably still bow at the jackasses feet.

Dereck didn't really understand her wish for death, even though he could see that she was clearly telling the truth. This guy must of meant a lot to her, to make her want to commit suicide like this. "You'd be taking the easy way out, Iz. And, maybe I just want to photograph you, ever think of that? So, I'm not allowing you to." He said, shaking his head at her. No matter the fact that he didn't know her too well, he still felt this need to keep her safe. She was important, he liked her so he was going to at least put some effort into keeping her safe. He took a big swig from the bottle this time, knowing that he was going to need it indeed. She was not going to listen to him, and he knew that much, but he had to stop her now before she got way too drunk. "That's not sharing, I'll let you finish off this bottle, and if you seem like you're okay, you can have the other later." He hoped she'd forget about it, as he took one last swig before handing her the bottle, removing the other from her hands. That was how it worked, taking one thing to replace with another, there was a lot less in this bottle than the other one. It seemed they were both going to be blurting things out tonight, though he had no intention of getting into her pants. He wasn't like every other male out there, he didn't give in so easy, meaning he wasn't about to become loose in a sense. He stood up, standing in front of her and putting his arms out. "You have to at least do some of the work here, and I have no idea what the hell you are saying anymore, so I'm just going to nod." That whole sentence she just spoke, he only understood parts of it and when she went on, he wasn't really too sure what she wanted from him. "Hug, no kiss. I'm not that easy." He wasn't about to become someone who just ended up in bed with her, and truthfully he was scared to kiss her because he didn't want to feel those sparks that he knew would come. But, Dereck knew she would not listen to him, actually he was betting on it. Not like he was about to stop her though, truthfully he didn't even want to.

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[isobel daniella caulfield]

_{this post is tagged for dereck michael nolan . it is dunzo and has one thousand and sixty five words. the one and only the scene aesthetic contributed to this inspiration from the song beauty in the breakdown . this template was created by the amazing amber you steal it and there will be an angry baby who will eat your brains no joke. additional notes oh dizzy.}
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There were a few things in her life that she was certain of, and one of those things was that she did not deserve anyone like Dereck in her life. He was sweet and extremely kind, and nothing that was worthy of her her. She was a girl that was absolutely undeserving, and she had no right to have called him at three in the morning. She should not have been in tears or basically throwing her life away. Izzy was trying to drown herself in anything that was alcoholic, and that was what she was using as her coping mechanism. She stared at Dereck, trying to figure out why she deserved someone like him in her life. Dereck should not have answered her phone call, or bothered to show up, but that was how she knew that he was one worth keeping in her life. Kaler may be the greatest love of her life, but he was never going to change his mind about this girl. He was totally head over heels in love with someone else, and that was the problem with everything. She knew that love was a completely overrated feeling; it really wasn’t even a feeling that she had ever known before. Isobel Caulfield had never once let the strings get attached, because she was never that girl. She let one person in her life and look how that turned out. She was heartbroken as she looked around her living room she could see the pieces laying on the floor around her.

Her home was a mess, but most of it was just because she had let herself become and incredibly sloppy drunk. She could care less about everything that was going around her, but that was what she had learned. From the day that Dereck had met her things had changed. She had been that happy girl that talked about how her boyfriend would be displeased about something, but then again she was there. Moping around her home, hoping not to draw any attention to the fact that the bottles were all probably from tonight. The girl had downed at least a bottle and half so far, and all of the other ones were from the few days that she had been locked up inside her own home. Izzy hated to even go out of her house in fear of seeing the happy couple and how much she was going to have to deal with that. The brunette was snippy and just plain angry about everything. Her blue eyes stared at him with disbelief as he said it was breaking his heart. “Why is your heart breaking? Do I really look that awful?” Her blue eyes were so very confused by this fact, but it was what was there. His fingers tapped against her knee, and she pushed it away gently. She had the motor functions that she was supposed to, it was sloppy as hell but she was well aware of what her body was capable of doing. She had been in a million times worse states than this, but someone that did not know her well would not know this. She smirked about the fact about taking pictures. “Just don’t try and take my picture like this. I don’t need my heartbreak displayed in magazines and all of the other shit you send my picture too.” It was hard for her to think about seeing her heartbreak there for everyone else to see.

Things in her life were complicated, because she did not want to be anywhere near Kaler. She had been calling off work, knowing that she would eventually get a phone call or a visit wondering what the hell was going on with her. That was a conversation that she was not ready to have and would entail a lot of hurt feelings. That was why she would much rather just drown herself in alcohol. “So what if it is the easy way out? It isn’t like that many people would miss me much, but you are the only one that would enjoy my company now. So thank you, thank you for coming to my rescue.” Dereck was there when it counted, he was there watching her try to mend the broken pieces of your heart. Izzy was quite content on splitting the two bottles with Dereck, but no. He was never going to let the drunk girl continue on her binge, what was exactly what she had wanted to do. She pouted at him whenever he tried to reprimand her sharing tactics, and just stuck out her bottom lip at him. “ But I don’t want to have that bottle. I am not a dumb drunk Dereck. I know you are trying to pass off a bottle that doesn’t have as much as the one I am currently holding. So no, you can drink that one while I drink this one.” but before she could protest him he had switched the bottles. She was still pouting but she was looking at him, and for some reason the only thing that was going through her brain was how she wanted to kiss him. That was all she wanted to do was kiss him, because for some reason that was what her drunken state was telling her to do. If it were anyone else she would have already been doing what she wanted with them. But it was Dereck, someone she wanted to actually like even though she was not going to let herself admit it. He stood up and held his arms out for her; the brunette stood up and swayed a little bit as she stumbled forward into his arms. “There, are you happy. Now kiss me. It isn’t about you being easy, it is about you doing what you promised me. And my drunk little head is saying that it wants to kiss you. Do you have a problem with it?” as she look at him her eyes were all dazey but there was something about this. Something about the fact that he was able to do this to her, and she was not going to admit the feelings that were probably going to happen the second that Dereck let his lips connect with her.

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