He missed her.
She was still around and all, but he missed the old her.
The girl that would fight with him, tooth and nail, for useless materialistic things.
Now, they still fought – like that would ever change – but it wasn't like before.
He know knew of his feelings.
And they were killing him slowly.
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He hated it.
He hated the house.
He hated his new family.
He hated her.
He hated himself for even thinking of her, when she wasn't getting in his way.
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They used to fight about the cleanliness of the house. Now they fought about who got the car, and who got the basement.
It made him sick.
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His dad cooked better now. Which meant less take out food for him.
His brother wasn't around him as much anymore. Edwin and Lizzie seemed attached to hips most days – like he wish he could be with Casey. That would never happen.
Marti. His Smarti. She was growing up, and he hated it.
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Before, he could easily distinguish his family from hers. But now, they seemed like a happy joined family. Some people at school even forgot that they were stepsiblings.
He hated it.
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His house did smell better. The food did taste better. His clothes were cleaner.
He just wished his feelings would be. . . gone.
Gone like his hockey trophy that she broke when she went crazy over cleaning the house. Gone like the days, when his brother would wear a shirt for days as a luck charm for his hockey team. Gone were the days when he could walk around the house in a towel and not care.
Gone were the days when she would wear a shirt that lifted up just a little. Gone were the days of her above and beyond perfectionalism – if that was even a word.
The bachelor pad was gone.
The family room was now every part of the house.
Except his room. And hers.
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He hated it.
He hated the house.
He hated his new family.
He hated her.
He hated himself for even thinking of her, when she wasn't getting in his way.
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He could be a C.I.A or a F.B.I agent with all the lying he was doing.
He could probably be one of the higher ones.
Lying became his best friend as he pushed the people closest to him away as his feelings got stronger.
He was surprised that she hadn't noticed the few times he blushed when she pushed past him on her way to her room. For someone who prided themselves on being intelligent, she could be stupid sometimes.
He was glad. So glad.
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He loved it, in reality.
He loved the house and how it was easier to move around.
Nora was great. A much better cook than his dad. Lizzie was a good sister. Edwin needed someone to make him stick up for himself.
Casey. He had no words for her. If he started, he wouldn't stop.
He loved the fact how he wasn't the one who screwed something up – all the time. He loved when the two of them would work together to make the family happy again.
He loved . . .
He loved . . .
Her.
But don't tell anyone.
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This didn't end where I wanted it to. But, I like it nonetheless. Maybe I'll write another one tomorrow? (: I've been really intense in reading Life With Derek stories lately. I'm thinking of making a community – I hope that's what its called – for my favourites. (:
Please review and tell me what you think. I wrote this during an episode of LwD, so it only took me twenty minutes. I'll fix it later maybe. And plus, I haven't written one of these in a while. Its only my second.
But tell me what you think please. And if you think I should branch out and make one part of this longer. (: