AN: The sequel to I Wish, or Life Without Derek!!!!! HOORAH! Okay, this is told from Casey and Derek's POV, just in case you were wondering. Casey is regular font and Derek is bold. Sorry if I got anything Canadian wrong! (like the speed limit. lol) Please read and review your butts off!!!!! Please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Life With Derek! I do not! I do not!

After the incident where I tripped, and fell… and got knocked out, hallucinating about my step-brother, I realized that I needed Derek. That's right. I said I needed him. It was strange to think that I could go from loathing him to loving him because of one dream. But then again, I never realized what my life would be without him until I got some sense knocked into me… literally.

After Casey fainted, I seriously thought she was going to die. And then she kept mumbling weird things in her sleep. She kept saying my name and she was crying. And then when she woke up she hugged me. Man it was a relief when she sat up. In that time where she was… asleep, I realized I couldn't live without her. I needed Casey McDonald. That was seriously the scariest thing that ever happened to me, seeing her lying there, not breathing.

But then I realized I could never be with him. One: because he was my stepbrother. Our parents would never approve. They would say it would be a bad influence on Marti or Lizzie and Edwin. They would probably ship me or Derek off to some private school so we wouldn't live in the same house and have to deal with… temptations. And two: because he obviously didn't like me back. Why would Derek Venturi like me, Casey McDonald? It just didn't make any sense to think that bad-boy, skirt chasing cad Derek would go after a goody-good grade grubber like me.

But then I realized, holy crud, that's my step-sister. If we got together, that would never fly with the rents. They would flip out. I don't know who would be worse- Nora would have a cow over her little baby liking me. And Dad- man he would send me to military school or something. And besides, it's not like Casey liked me back anyway. Why would she? Did she not say she hated my guts? Okay, so she took that back, but still, I was not for her.



So what were my options? To sit around and stare at Derek? To know that I loved him and feel sorry for myself because we could never have anything together? That was not the way I worked. So I went for the next best thing. Actually I went back to the next best thing. Truman.

What was I supposed to do? I was crazy about her! It was hard to just sit back and watch her talk to other guys and not do anything about it. And then she got back together with that maggot, Truman. I could have puked.

Okay, he was scum, dirt, perverted compared to Derek, but he was the next best thing. He didn't wear a letter jacket and when he smirked he didn't look remotely attractive. His eyes didn't light up like Derek's, and he didn't play hockey either, but he was a "good" as it was gonna get. He actually liked me… didn't he?

I wanted to punch that creep in the face! What did that… thing have that I didn't? He didn't understand Casey at all. He only wanted to eat her face off, which was horrific to watch by the way. And so I had to move on the next best thing besides Casey, because I couldn't have her. So I figured I could have her best friend.

And no matter what he did, no matter how many mistakes he made, I just kept taking him back. Because I needed a something to distract me from Derek and temporarily fill the eldest Venturi's shoes… or lips for that matter. He cheated on me with my cousin and Derek was the one to take me home and comfort me. He hurt me but it didn't matter because he knew I would come back to him, and I went with him to prom. While Derek went with Emily, which only made me kiss Truman harder.

The thing that made me the most angry was the fact that Casey kept going back to him, no matter what he did. He cheated on her- with Vicki! What kind of sicko cheats on someone with their cousin? But she took him back, even though I was the one who helped her out when she needed it. She even went to prom with him! So I took Emily, and when I saw Truman holding the girl I wanted to be with, I kissed Emily with everything I had in me- everything I had for Casey.

But Truman wasn't going to a university. And Derek was going to the same one as me. So Truman and I decided to break up before college. I knew I shouldn't use him any longer. Plus Derek caught him kissing Lucy after the graduation reception.

Luckily, Truman was too stupid to go to college. And I could have Casey all to myself, considering I broke up with Emily because we weren't going to the same university. And you know what else? He made out with Lucy after graduation and I caught him. If Lucy hadn't of held me back, he'd probably be dead by now.

He did ask to drive me to college, just so we could say goodbye and he could help me move into my dorm room, so I complied. There was no way I could drive two hours in a car with Derek and not do something rash. It was hard enough living in a room right next to him. Derek wasn't too happy about me riding with Truman, but he was probably just being an overprotective "brother."

Oh, and get this! That snake asked Casey if he could drive her to college, and she said yes! And she wondered why I wasn't happy about her riding with him in a car, the two of them, alone! God only knows what he would do to her. But no, she insisted on going with him. I was only being protective of my girl!

Oh gosh. Brother. The word made me sick. I had gotten up in the middle of the night to get a drink, unable to sleep, thinking about how Derek and I would go to the same college. I found Derek at the kitchen counter, sorting through college papers. And I told him he was the worst brother ever. Then he proceeded to correct me again with the STEP in front of it. And then I had to open my stupid mouth and say it was the same thing. I couldn't help myself. I needed to see him argue that it wasn't the same, for him to yell that there was no blood relation, we were NOT family! But he merely said yeah, and I was crushed. Utterly crushed that he would never feel the way I felt for him.

And then it happened. Our "feel good family moment" that I was trying so desperately to avoid. She called me her brother. I corrected her, once again, reminding her to put a STEP in front of that awful word. But then she said they were the same thing. What was I supposed to say to that? Right-oh, sis! I've always loved you like a sibling! Let's hug! HAH! So I stood there, hurt, and all I could say was yeah. Because I knew she would never, ever love me as more than a brother.

So here I was, sitting in Truman's car, my fingers drumming on the dashboard wanting to jump out the car door and just run away from all my problems. Truman was blaring his stupid music and facing forwards, that pathetic imitation of a Derek smirk forever implanted on his lips. Better than jumping out of the car, I wanted to punch him in the face. That would be kind of fun, but then our car would probably crash… And then I would never see Derek again.

Truman looked at me and smiled. "What's wrong Casey?"

"Nothing." I said rather harshly, but I didn't feel like talking to him at the moment. "Keep your eyes on the road. And you're going too fast. The speed limit is 40."

"Jeez, sorry Miss. Side-seat driver." he said, frowning and looking at the road.

"And we're almost out of gas." I said, looking at the gas gauge. "You'd better get to a gas station now." I looked out the window, realizing we were nowhere near a gas station. "Where are we anyway?" I asked.

"We're taking the scenic route."

"Um, do you even know where you're going?"

"Of course I-" Truman started, and the engine died abruptly, and I stared at him in horror.

Um, Truman was just following me in his car and now he wasn't… Where was he? Where was Casey? WHAT DID HE DO WITH HER!?

TO BE CONTINUED… (soon, if not tonight, I promise)