Dear Diary,
Another day, another fight, another crude remark, another smirk. It's the same each day. I wake up and fight with him over everything, from the shower to breakfast to who is driving. He in return makes crude comments, smirks, then steals the car keys and runs out the door threatening to leave me behind. Nothing ever changes, well almost nothing Sometimes, he does nice things. Sometimes I think I see a vague look in his eyes, like he's thinking about something. Some kind of secret. Its okay, because I have I a secret too. I can't take it anymore. None of it. I want to tell him but I can't. I can't handle his rejection. I don't know when my feelings changed, but I think they are the real reason I see a vague look in his eyes. Its my own wishful thinking. Its not really there, it's all in my head. God, I want to be with him. I want him to kiss me, like he kisses the other girls. Wow, I even babble in my own diary. Well maybe thats what you are for, so its okay. Either way, he's right, I am a Space Case. I need to end it all, just leave, maybe move to my dad's. Anything to stop the madness that is Casey. I have tried everything else, short of suicide. I have even thought of that, but I couldn't bear to think who would find me, besides I am not that desperate... yet. I would only hit that bottom if he somehow found out how I felt and rejected me. Then I definitely would reconsider it. Okay who am I kidding, no I wouldn't, but I would move. Far far away. So he couldn't laugh at me. Seriously I am such a drama queen. Why does he make me this way. Why does he have to mess up everything by doing things like he cares about me. I never started liking him until he started acting like he cared. I know he's just trying to be a good step brother and I thought I wanted that, but I don't anymore. I want to go back when I thought he was nothing but a jerk. An asshole. I want to hate him again. Damn, speak of the devil, he's hollering for me. Well, diary it's dinner time. I leave you yet again to torment myself. I think I will see about living with dad. He is suppose to call next week. I will keep you informed of course.
Your devoted servant,
Casey
Derek's eyes literally popped out of his head. Casey had feelings for him. He shut her diary. Hey he needed to know why she was acting weirder then usual. Immediately he walked out of her room and knocked on the bathroom door.
"What?" Casey yelled. "I'm getting ready to get in the shower." With that Derek opened the door to find Casey holding a towel over herself and the shower running. A shocked look was on her face. Derek smirk as he shoved her back against the sink and kissed her deeply. After a few moments, Derek pulled away and smirked.
"You don't have to consider suicide, Miss Drama Queen, I would be crazy to reject you." He then gave her a quick kiss and walked out of the bathroom, smiling. Casey was smiling too, until she realized something.
"Der-REK! You read my personal diary. I am gonna to kill YOU!" she huffed. Outside the bathroom, Derek shook his head, nope things never change, well almost never. Later he was going to win the fight by kissing her, so she couldn't yell at him. He had every intention on changing the routine to another day, another kiss, another fight, another kiss, another crude remark, another kiss, another smirk, another kiss.