So I've read a bunch of interpretations of Futuritis where Derek and Casey's conversation in the kitchen causes all kinds of tensions between them, but I didn't see it happening that way. It's just the way Casey and Derek communicate. ^_^
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It's all a game. A (sick and twisted) game that you've been playing with each other since the very beginning (". . .You look like the ugly stepsister from Snow White.').
In the very beginning (you're talking straight from the very first 'Der-ek!'), you knew that this was going to be one of the most interesting games you've ever played. And what made it so fascinating was that, for the first time, you weren't the only one playing. Someone else knew the rules and she was trying her hardest to out play you. (you can't, of course, out play the ultimate player. . .but at least someone was bothering to try.)
So you sabotaged her love life and she (in her sick and twisted version of the game) helped make yours more stable. (Sally and Kendra. . .both two very necessary mistakes). You spend every day (all day) thinking of ways to drive her nuts because that means she'll spend all day (every day) thinking of ways to block whatever plan you've come up with.
It's a win-win situation (she just doesn't realize it yet)
Except you find out one day that she does realize (has she always realized?). She tells you (in)directly, behind words that say one thing but mean something else entirely. It's they way all communication between you two goes, and it doesn't (shouldn't) surprise you that this was no exception.
You meet up in the kitchen and, because you were there first, you can't be sure it wasn't accidental (it wasn't). You argue over class schedules for a few seconds before the magic words leave her lips (you are the most annoying brother). Something in the air is different (shifts clicks moves) and you're quick to correct her.
"Step-brother." (the difference is important, monumentally)
She shrugs (casual? At a time like this). And she speaks, but you hear what she really means. "Same difference." (Not yet, it's too fragile to break just yet)
You sigh, in seeming defeat. You don't want to wait, you've never had to wait for anything before this (what else can you do beside wait wait wait) Wait until you're in university (where the only label you'll have is your name. You're just you and no body's step-anything) Wait until the only reminder you have of that one snag (step means no blood relation) will be the occasional call home (you refuse to think about the time when there will be living breathing proof)
You meet her gaze, defeated meeting hopefulness (and maybe something else, but you refuse to analyze it. Not yet) and you can see the promise written in her eyes. (Soon)
(You know that this will be well worth the wait)
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Uh, I'm not really sure how I feel about this. I wanted to take a stab at a different writing style and this one looked really interesting. It's (obviously) no where near as good as the ones that I've read on here (I read quite a few, probably all of them, in order to get a good feel of the style.
Well, hopefully it didn't come out as horribly as I think it did. Drops a review and let me know what you think.