I don't own Life With Derek, the characters, or anything like that. I wouldn't mind owning Derek though, cuz he is finnne. Haha

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Casey sighed and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. She looked around the room for something she could open the door with. Nothing. It was hopeless. She was going to be stuck in the bathroom all night while her own house was being trashed by people she didn't know. Well, mostly people she didn't know. She had seen that one guy from her geometry class, and she knew that Emily was also downstairs, stalking Derek.

Derek. It was his fault that she was in this situation in the first place. She put her head in her hands and let out a huff of defeat. "Ugh! Der-ek!" Casey yelled, kicking a bottle of shampoo that was on the floor. She had said this more to herself than anything, but as she shouted Derek's name in anger, he opened the bathroom door.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," he replied with a smirk forming on his lips.

"Derek?!" Casey yelled, jumping up and grabbing his arms.

"What the hell, Case?" Derek said, jumping away from her grip. "Don't touch me." He said it like he didn't want her "freak germs", but her really just couldn't stand to have her touch him. He didn't like the feeling that it gave him, because it wasn't… a… bad feeling.

For a split second Derek saw hurt in Casey's eyes as he pushed away from her, but he quickly dismissed it. Then he realized that he had questions. "So, loser, why the fuck are you hanging out in our bathroom? And why are you so happy to see me?"

"Huh?" she replied, at first not understanding his last question, but then she remembered. He opened the door! I'm free! I can go downstairs and restore order! But before Casey could run out of the bathroom Derek slammed it shut.

"Not until you answer my question, McDonald."

"DEREK, YOU MORON! OH MY GOD!"

"Whoa, what the hell did I do? You're the one tha- Ohhh. You were locked in here, weren't you?" Then he re realized that now he was locked in there. With her. "Oh. My. God. I have to get out of here!" he yelled, turning and banging on the door. "HELP! HEEELLP! SOMEBODY!!! YOU GUYS!!!!! EMILY!!!!!!!!!! I'LL KISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Casey looked at her pathetic stepbrother.

"Already tried it," she said, sitting back on the edge of the tub.

"What?" He looked at her confused. "You kissed Emily?"

"What?! Fuck, no! Where did that come from?! I meant I already tried yelling. They can't hear us."

"Oh. That's too bad. I woulda liked to have seen that," Derek mumbled.

"What? Seen what?"

"Oh, uh, nothing. Nevermind."

"Okayy…" Casey said, confused.

"So, now what?" Derek asked as he sat on the toilet (with the cover down, don't worry).

"We're stuck. Oh my God. We're both stuck."

"Uh, so?"

"Everyone's downstairs trashing our house!" Casey yelled, now in full freak-out mode.

"Damn it. Without us," Derek said, clearly missing the point. Casey groaned and leaned back, which was clearly a mistake. She fell back into the bathtub, knocking several heavy shampoo bottles onto herself in the process.

"Ow!" Derek walked over to her to help her up. As he grabbed her hand and began to pull her up he took the opportunity to make a sarcastic comment.

"You should really make a point not to fall every time you inhale, los-ER!" Derek accented the end of his sentence as Casey yanked his hand that she was holding onto. He fell into the tub, landing roughly on top of her.

"Ow!" they yelled simultaneously. Casey's first reaction was to whack him, but she stopped when she felt his hot breath on her neck. Neither of them moved for a second.

"That hurt, Case," Derek whispered softly, unable to get off of her.

"Uh huh," she breathed, not looking at him. They stayed in that position for a couple more minutes, neither of them really knowing what to do. Then, Derek's breath became slightly shaky, and Casey heard him swallow hard. "Derek, you okay?"

He stopped breathing all together before saying, "Uhhh, well…" But before he could really say anything Casey felt something…