A/N: So, this is a story-line, made up by Blitz1030. I'm just writing it ^^ It's about Casey and Alex. Casey's mom will marry Alex's dad.

Casey's POV.

Prologue

Today was the worst day ever. Or maybe not my worst day ever, since my mom is happy for the first time in a very long time, but still. My dad died when I was only seven years old. He walked home from work late at night, when two guys surprised him and stole his wallet, before shooting him. Some resident of the house nearby that street found him next morning. He was dead. I can still remember, two cops rang the doorbell and told the news. My mom was very sick worrying where my dad had been all night, but she still soothed me and told me it was gonna be okay. The cops told me it was not gonna be okay. My mom had to go to the ME's office to identify the body. It was his. I never saw my mom crying like that. I didn't know what to do. I guess it didn't get through what that meant. He would never comfort me when I was hurt anymore, he would never tuck me in at night anymore, he would never learn me to play softball anymore, he would never protect me from the bad things in life.. and so many other things. I was a daddy's girl. I missed him terribly. I still miss him terribly. It's not that I don't get along with my mom, it's just that she isn't my dad. And she never recovered.

My mom is in group therapy for a very long time now. To be exact, it's been eight years now. I'm fifteen years old, and I'm still hanging on. I'm kind of an outsider at school. I have my friends, but we're definitely not popular. Well, I'm wandering away from what I really want to say. My mom is dating this man lately. They seem well, so I'm fine with it. She met him at group therapy and he lost his spouse too, so they know about each other's troubles. I think it's been half a year now. My mom really cheers up with him around and she lights up when she talks about him. So, you're thinking, what's the problem? Well, today a bomb landed on my head. She told me she was planning on moving in with the guy. I knew him, he was nice and we got along, so I thought, it's not great, but it isn't the worst thing in the world. But the man has a daughter, and she truly is the worst thing in the world. She's on the same school as me. I'm a freshman and she's a junior, so she's two years older than me I think. Her name is Alexandra Cabot and I clearly don't like her. She's one of the most popular girls at school and her father is very rich. She is showing off all the time and she looks down on me and my friends. She's like the one girl at school I really don't like. And I say that, because I think 'hate' is a really strong word, but she comes very close to that. She thinks she is so fabulous and dresses up like a queen. And above all, she is ice cold.

I guess we have just one thing in common, and that's the fact that we are, or actually I was, daddy's girls. The way she talks to her father.. I have to vomit if I think about it. 'Daddy, can you get me that car? Can you get me that dress? Can you get me those shoes?' I don't know if she's truly like that, or that she just plays like an Ice Princess, because she lost her mom or something. I don't know. I can hardly imagine you're such a snob without having a reason. Thing is, she's not only rich, or her father is rich, but she is also pretty smart. She gets straight As all the time and she has the most friends at school. I figured you had to be broke at the end of the day, but when she gets home, she socializes with her dad, makes homework or goes to her friends. Well, I'm trailing off again.

Thing is, when my mom will move in with that man, and eventually maybe marrying him, I have a problem. Alexandra Cabot will be my stepsister. There are a lot of things I want more than that. For example, I'd rather get stitched by some intern without narcotics, or I will abseil in the Grand Canyon. It will be hell on earth if I have to pretend to like her. I'm gonna meet her tonight. I have to pretend to like her, for my mom. I cannot afford to reject their relationship. My mom was having a rough time for a while and she deserves better now. I can't possibly understand why she would marry the father of such a outrageous bitch, but I'm her daughter and I should support her choices. Maybe I would marry some guy she didn't like and she would support me too. Well, I don't know that, but I like to think that.

Chapter 1

It's been two months since my mom and her boyfriend are living together, with me and Alexandra of course, but she's making me a living hell. She tries to change my clothes and my hairstyle and pretty much everything that makes me me. I dislike her even more than at first, when I met her. Actually, to look back at the first time we met, for the lack of a better word, because we already knew each other, she was such a sweet girl back then. She didn't interfere with my life all the time and didn't try to set my mom against me. And as naive as my mom was, she didn't even see it. Everything Alexandra does is great and everything I do is terrible. For example, she listens to popular music everyone at school listens and dresses up like she's popular. She wears high heels and a lot of guys like her. I listen to, what they call, 'emo'-music, wear jeans and shirts and sneakers. Boys don't even notice me.

I forgot to mention that we have just one thing more in common. We both hate the fact that we are stepsisters. Alexandra wants to be an only child, like she always was, so I suspect she wants to try to get rid of me. Not that I spend much time with our 'family'. Only with dinner, because I don't like spending time in the presence of Alexandra, so she's practically only child. By the way, we are stepsisters, because my mom married Alexandra's dad in the meantime. Nice word, right? And so convenient, since all the time I spend with Alexandra is mean-time. Yesterday she told me I couldn't play softball, because that wasn't a sport for girls and not elegant enough. Like I am, right? She really thinks she can boss me around, but she can't. I don't care about what she thinks of me. I don't care about her at all.

Sometimes I wonder if she hates me, and if she does, how much. Oh, I used the word hate. That's not the right word, Casey, it's 'dislike'. My dad taught me when I was a little kid, of course, because I was still a little kid when he passed away, but right.. He taught me that hate was for bad people. I really miss him telling me such pieces of wisdom, because I really admired him for being that wise. My mom wasn't that kind of a wise. I don't look down on her, but like I said, she just isn't my dad. She doesn't comfort me like he did. Sometimes I wondered why my dad married my mom, but I guess he was just to polite to leave her. I looked up at what I had drawn. I draw a lot when I think, listening to music. I prefer my music very loud, but Alexandra doesn't seem to like that. That's maybe, because the music is very loud and contain lyrics that she would never understand.

We were home alone, so I didn't want to give her a reason to yell at me for hours, since there was no mother or stepfather to calm her down. I didn't want to meet the monster in her. Well, maybe that would be good for her, because she might understand one of the songs playing right now a little more. I stand up to get the music and put it on.

The secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly, I feel the rage and I just can't hold it.

When you are really mad at someone, it's really nice to play that kind of music and just scream with it. Although, I'd better not scream, since once our neighbors called the cops because they thought I was assaulted or something. I had to explain them I just liked rough music when I was mad at someone and they told me to just not do that anymore, because people might think the worst. They never noted it or something I my mother didn't even know it happened, because I was home alone.

I finished my freshman year at high school and I was at sophomore year for a few months now. I guess Alexandra just gave up on trying to change me, because she was giving me the silent treatment. I didn't know that for sure since she was in senior year and I heard that was a pretty busy year. Maybe she just doesn't have time to boss me around anymore. She turned eighteen in summer vacation and had a party with all her friends and a lot of other people I didn't know of. I wasn't invited, but I didn't mind anyway. I invited one of my best friends over and we spied on them. I discovered she kissed a lot of guys, and even one girl. I guess that wasn't really on purpose, because I can't imagine she would risk her image. It wasn't really in public, we just saw it, because it was upstairs at the end of the hallway that connected our bedrooms and the bathroom. I don't even know if she knows that I know that she kissed a girl.

I think the doorbell just rang. It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, so I was a bit surprised. Who the hell rings the bell at this hour?

"Alexandra!" I yelled. "Open the door!"

I stand up to turn off my music and listen if I hear something. She opened the door, I can tell, but I don't know who it is. I don't hear her giggling, so it isn't a guy hitting on her, and I guess it's not her friends either, since she would have invited her in and closed the door by now. A little reluctant I decide it's best to go look from above the stairs. I silently sneak to the stairs and hear her talking to someone.

"I live here with my father, my stepmother and my stepsister. My stepsister is upstairs, I can summon her, if you want?"

"That sounds like a good idea to me." The one she talks to seemed to be a man. Alexandra calls my name and I walk downstairs.

The man is a cop, I can tell. I have a little flashback at when two cops came to tell me my dad was dead. I wrap my arms around myself, because I'm suddenly pretty cold. This couldn't be good, right? He tells us that we have to sit down and Alexandra makes some coffee for the man. I'm not gonna sit down. Instead, I just keep pacing around the room. I don't want to hear the thing the cop has to say. I can only imagine what he has to say. Either our parents were in the hospital, or they were dead. Or they were investigating a crime and we were suspects, but that doesn't seem so likely. When we were all covered, that means, I am still pacing around, the cop is sipping from his coffee and Alexandra is sitting on the couch in front of the cop. To think of it, the cop seems really nervous.

"Your parents were in an accident, little over ten o'clock." Alexandra gasps loudly, but I'd expected this. "The medics tried to resuscitate, but nothing worked. They were almost immediately dead and didn't suffer."

The cop looks at his feet as if he has killed our parents himself. Alexandra starts crying, sobbing. I don't do anything to comfort her. I should, but I don't. I just don't feel like I have to behave different in such a situation. We lost both a parent tonight, after we had lost the other one years ago. It didn't really penetrated my mind until now, because that meant from now on, I was an orphan.

"I don't understand. We are orphaned right now. What's gonna happen with us? Who's our legal guardian?" I ask the man.

"Well, since Alexandra isn't minor anymore, she doesn't need a legal guardian. You, on the contrary are still a minor. Your mother notices in her will a legal guardian, if something happened to her and her husband." he paused.

"Who?" I ask, forgetting to be polite. I don't care about that right now. I just lost my last parent.

"Alexandra Cabot." he said.

A/N: The lyrics are coming from Skillet and I'm totally aware of the fact that Skillet didn't even exist in 1992, but I just like their music, so I will pretend it did exist back then ^^ I hope you don't mind.