A/N: This is my first Life with Derek fic, although I'm not new to fanfiction, I've written a couple other HP ones. But I hope you like this one :)

Emily knocked on the door. When no one ansnwered, she knocked again.

Still no answer.

She tried the doorknob and it wasn't locked. She twisted it and let herself in. It wasn't the first time she had done it. Being Saturday, Lizzie and Edwin had some kind of practice and Marti probably was with Nora or George watching one of them. Casey had been upstairs in her room with her stereo blasting, unable to hear the door. Ever since then, she had been allowed into their house if the door was unlocked. If it was locked there was no one home and there was no use going inside.

She scanned the living room, Casey wasn't there. Emily shifted the backpack that held her biology homework from one shoulder to the other. She didn't understand it and she was hoping that Casey would help her with it.

Since there were no sounds coming from the kitchen, Emily walked up the steps. Her stomach did a little flip-flop as she let her mind imagine Derek being the only one home. Him sweeping her into his bedroom and kissing her. A little smile played on her lips as she imagined this. Derek had always been her crush. He had always been perfect in her eyes. Even though she tried going out with Derek and it didn't work, she convinced herself that this had just been a fluke. If he would give her another try then he would see that they really were meant to be together. She pushed her thoughts of Derek out of her head as she passed his room and stopped at Casey's door.

Her door was open a crack and Emily could hear something moving inside. She pushed the door open, just enough so she could look inside. She peeked around the door so she could see inside.

Emily's eyes went wide at the sight before her.

Casey and Derek were kissing-no making out- on her bed. Casey was running her fingers through Derek's hair and Derek had his hand up her shirt. He had her pinned down on the bed, only an inch between thier bodies.

Emily stepped backwards and as she did her bookbag slid from her shoulder down her arm. She bent down to stop it from hitting the floor, but as she did, she banged her forehead on the doorknob. The door swung open from the impact and Emily snapped upward, holding her forehead in one hand and letting her backpack hit the floor.

She looked at Casey and Derek. They were both looking at her with shock written across thier faces. They had moved apart too, as if she hadn't seen him practially lying on top of her.

"I-I...I have to go," Emily stammered as she stepped backwards. Her foot hit her backpack and she grabbed it, hauling it onto her shoudler. She raced down the steps as fast as she could and out their front door. She ran to her house, opened the door, and dashed into her room. She could hear her mother calling her name asking if she was alright. Emily quickly closed her door and let her bookbag fall to the floor. She crossed her room and sunk down on her bed. Derek and Casey. Casey and Derek. Together.

She squeezed her eyes. She saw them making out. She opened them, but the image wouldn't disappear. Why were they doing that? They were practically brother and sister. Emily was supposed to be with Derek! Not her best friend and his step-sister. She shook her head, her curls bouncing off of her face. This had to be a bad dream. They fought all the time. He barely acknowledged her in school. She resented him. Derek and Casey couldn't actually be together.

A/N: Should I continute? I'm not sure if this should just be left where it is or not. Let me know what you think.

(And do you like Emily's POV? I always like to spice things up a bit and I haven't read one from hers yet.)