Oh lord. Here I am, again, with another story idea! I'll find time to continue my other story "Aloha? A-NO-ha!" sometime. But I'm bored, and I'l just see how this one goes. (:

Summary: Casey has a diary that has her most deepest secrets. When Derek finds it, will everything she ever wrote or thought about come to an end?

Disclaimer: I own the plot, not the show.

Pairing: Dasey, I'm hoping.

Dear, dear Diary

Another day.

Another fight.

Another win.

Derek and Casey strolled along in the blazing hot air, occasionally wiping droplets of sweat from their brow. "God, why is it so hot today?" Casey stated, fanning herself with her notebook.

"It's 'cause I'm out here," Derek managed to say, through his raspy voice. Casey rolled her eyes. "You are such an ego-maniac."

Home was just a couple feet away, and Derek started to jog it out. Casey was following behind him, taking fast paces, hoping to make it there as soon as possible. Before she knew it, her step-brother started to run. Fast. She continued her pace, but faster.

Derek got out his keys and unlocked the door, Casey just about right behind him, running now. He got inside, shut the door, and wham.

XOXOXO

"Damn it, Derek," Casey said, icing her forehead where the door "accidentally" closed on her. "This is gonna be bruised tomorrow."

Derek was enjoying a fresh bottle of Evian, wiping the remaining sweat from his temples. "Honest mistake," he said, flipping through the chanels on the TV.

Casey groaned her irritable groan and went upstairs. Making sure her door was locked, she bent down under her bed, and reached under a large Tweety Bird stuffed animal. She picked up a pink diary with light purple lining, and her name engraved in gold on the front cover, CASEY.

She opened her side table drawer and retreived a pair of gold keys and picked at the lock on the book. She flipped to the cleanest page and started writing.

March 9

Dear Diary,

Today was just like any other day. I'm sure I'm gonna have a nice purple bruise in the morning.

Stupid Derek.

Casey paused for a moment before going on.

Thank God today is Friday. I can finally relax. I cant stop thinking about

There was a soft knock on the door. "Just a second!" She scribbled one last thing and left the last part of the sentence empty.

Gotta go.

Love, Case

She quickly closed her diary, locked it, and carefully placed it under her bed. She got the door.

Her mother, Nora was standing there, apron and oven mitts on. "C'mon Case, dinner's almost ready. I need your help setting the table." Casey put on a fake smile before replying, "Sure thing, Mom."

XOXOXO

As Casey set seven plates on the table, Derek made his way to his seat, bobbing his head to a song on his iPod. He set his feat up on the table right where Casey was about to put a plate. "Ugh. Spare me the nausea tonight, please!" He smirked as he wiggled his shoe in front of her face. "You know you like it."

She rolled her eyes, and set the final plate in front of him, before casually elbowing the back of his head descreetly. "Ow! What the..." Casey smiled innocently.

"Sorry Der, honest mistake."

Mhm. So yeah. I really wanna continue this one. And I think I will. Right after I upload this one (:

Hold tight, guys.

33ynaffit.