Chapter 1: Morning Surprise.

"Morning Princess."

Casey woke up to the sound of someone familiar beside her. She figured her mind would play tricks on her, seeing how tired her muscles felt. She opened her eyes, frowning, because the last thing she did remember was the gray wall of her dorm room (and yes, she was alone). To her disappointment though, was darkness. She could see the meek light shining through the little spaces the curtain miss to cover but her pupils were not adjusted enough to clearly see anything.

Although a bit more hoarse, without lighting up the dark room, she was pretty sure to whom the voice belonged to. She heard the sound of curtains opening up. Holding her breath, she hoped her intuition was wrong.

The sunlight that shone through the window blinded her eyes. First it hinted the shadow of a man she knew too well of, then it confirmed it (or maybe it was just obvious? Since he was really the only one who called her princess).

Yes, it was the hockey jock.

The archenemy. Her stepbrother.

She yelled at him and shooed him from the room, or wanted to at least, but her voice and her body betrayed her. All it did was give the liberty to made her eyes blink several times because at that time, she didn't even know where she was.

She wasn't familiar with the curtains, she wasn't familiar with the decorations, and she was not at all, familiar with the figure of a bare-chested Derek walking around in his boxers.

While the man in front of her put some clothes on, kissed her forehead, and bid her goodbye, she was glued to her position. He said something to her, but really, she was just too stunned to decipher anything he said.

After a while she tried to stand up. Although her legs felt weak, her feet led her to a door she then knew was the bathroom. Suddenly she looked down to herself. She let out a sigh of relief. Yes. Clothes. Although she wasn't too sure that it was hers, she was wearing a tank top and a short, and that was enough for her right now.

"Oh My God!" She screamed, looking at all of the pairs in the room. Two toothbrushes, two glasses, two towels, and worse, she could see the untidy boxer slipping from what she could only detect as a co-underwear cabinet. "No, no, no, no, no" became a chant she repeated over and over as she saw signs of the cohabiting room.

"Okay, Casey." She said to herself out loud. "Just breath. You're smart. Focus and think what's the last thing you remember." She was not sure knowing that it was Derek who was with her was something she should be relieved about or not, but she was determined to find out what in the mind of Pete happened to her.

She did remember that she moved to a dorm for college. Yes, she went to Queens with Derek, but in a totally different setting. She was in an all girls dorm and so was he in an all boys. Although still occasionally pulling pranks and teasing, they were in much better terms with each others, but she was a hundred percent certain it was not as banged-up as this one.

She went back to the room, still confused about, well, everything. Her eyes looked around and after some moments it got stuck on the bedside table, staying fixed at it for some more. Right. She started to keep a diary just a months ago when she entered college, afraid of later forgetting the memories she would make.

Sitting down on the side of the bed, she reached for the drawer but something caught her vision and stopped her from rummaging the neat inside of the furniture.

January 2013. Shit. She took her math exam two days ago and was sure that it was the 9th of November. 2009.


A/N: So, how was it? Edited some stuff. Do leave a comment!