A/N: I do not own LWD. I wish. That would be pretty cool. Oh well. But I do own this story so no stealing! Review and Enjoy!

Derek is sick. Or at least so he says. I think it is just an excuse to get out of going to school with me, on a Saturday, to work on a project. But anyways, mom and George had plans already, and Marti is at her friends house, and Edwin and Lizzie are who knows where, so it is just me and sick-y boy over there. Fun. Note the sarcasm.

A/N: the only two people who are speaking in this fic are Derek and Casey, and who says what is kind of self explanatory so I didn't put in who said what.

"Casey!"

"What?!"

"I want a bowl of popcorn to eat while I'm watching hockey on MY tv."

"First of all it is not your tv, and second of all, get your own popcorn!"

"I would, if I could, but I cant. I'm sick Casey, and you wouldn't want Dad or Nora to find out that little miss perfect wasn't nice to her poor, sick brother now would you?"

"Ugh! Derek, you are not my brother! And you can still get your own popcorn. Besides, I don't even think you actually are sick at all."

"I am really."

"Really… prove it."

"No problem."

He slowly moved towards me until we were so close our noses touched. Then he looked down at my lips and suddenly kissed me. It was awkward at first, well for me anyway, I mean I did date his best friend, and he is my step-brother, but eventually I kissed him back, and let me tell you, that boy can kiss. No wonder girls line up to date him. Wait… bad Casey… no stop.

Suddenly he pulled away, leaving me breathless, speechless, and in shock. He of course didn't seem to be the least bit fazed, and he just looked at me with his infuriating but totally cute smirk and said, "That proof enough for you?"

"Proof? How was that proof… You kissed me!"

"You talk too much." With those words he kissed me again, not as hard this time, then pulled away, smirked and went up to his room.

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TWO WEEKS LATER

Here I am home sick in bed, on a Saturday once again home alone with Derek. Just my luck. Things between us have been kind of awkward since he kissed me a couple of weeks ago. Well, I guess I kissed him back, but lets not dwell on that. Oh no Derek just walked into my room.

"AAHHH! Derek what are you doing?"

"Teasing you."

"Don't touch me, I'm sick."

"Oh really…? So I guess that means you believe me now?"

"What are you talking about? Believe you about what?"

"Oh nothing." He said as he kissed me. "Get better soon." He smirked at me, winked and then walked off.

Oh! I know what he is talking about. And yeah, I think I believe him now.