I believe I'll probably be alternating POV's from third person to first person. Whether the first person POV is only going to be one character specifically, I don't know yet. I hope you enjoy and if you have any questions review or PM me!
Her memory was gone, not permanently but still, just gone. Obviously she had done it willingly; Casey McDonald never did anything unless she wanted to. Forgetting was exactly what she wanted to do, so she did it.
Everything that had happened in the past few days, weeks, months, everything disappeared from her mind as she ran her fingers through her hair and rinsed out the citrus scented shampoo that she loved so much.
Finally reaching for a dry towel she stepped out and stared blankly at her blurry reflection in the misted over mirror. The outline of her body was there but her features were not. Tightly wrapping the towel around her she reached out and cleared away the condensation with the palm of her hand, causing a stream of water droplets to cascade down and reveal a stranger to her eyes.
Darkness rimmed the underneath of Casey's light blue eyes which were now tinted red from recent activity. She looked as tired as she felt, as lost as she knew she was. She paused at the last thought only to force it to the farthest recesses of her mind.
She had told herself to forget and she had, in fact, already forgotten. Only the physical reminder remained and that would be taken care of in a matter of seconds. "Nothing concealer can't fix." She decided out loud the lightheartedness of her voice instantly lifting the tense atmosphere in her two bedroom apartment.
She finished getting dressed as the familiar sound of her mother's ringtone resonated throughout her bedroom. "Hey, Mom, how's it going?" She answered immediately after flipping it open with a flick of her wrist.
"Nothing important, anything specific you want for dinner tonight?" Casey smiled t herself as she continued the conversation. She missed her mother and her sister; if she had to admit it she probably missed Edwin, Marti and George too. "How's Derek?"
Her eyes widened at her own question. She hadn't meant to say it out loud. The question had just escaped it's restraints inside her mind. "He's doing rather well for being Derek." Nora's answer caused her to laugh in agreement. "He'll be here tonight if you want to go more in depth. Edwin, Marti and Liz should be home too."
The whole family would be there. Even if she wanted to she couldn't have skipped out on this get together. It contradicted her rule of doing things willingly but family was family. "I'll see you there then." Casey hung up somewhat relieved that Nora hadn't sensed how un-Casey she had been. Maybe asking about Derek made it seem as though they had grown up.
Casey wasn't far from being right but she wasn't close. Nora had hung up slightly surprised at Casey's sudden interest in the well-being of her eldest step son. That surprise didn't last long as Derek Venturi himself walked into the kitchen to the refrigerator in the normal Venturi way and halted upon seeing the picture magnet of the young brunette.
The light that was held in his eyes disappeared for the briefest of seconds before he shook out any thought currently residing in his head and continued on his quest for a suitable snack.
"Sometimes it's hard to believe how grown up you are." She said earning a confused look from Derek. "Casey misses you. She won't admit it but I know she does." Derek looked down at the food in his hands, the urge to eat suddenly relinquished.
"Did something happen?" He could tell Nora. He knew he could. He should tell her. Everything he was currently keeping in should be shared with the woman who saw him as her own son. But…the question was did he want to?