A/N: Life with Derek belongs to Disney. This is all in first person, switching back and forth from Casey to Derek. Continuing from that episode... I don't know the title. Well, it's the one where Derek kisses Casey's cousin Victoria. Enjoy.
"What kiss scene?" I inquired, curious. "Oh, you mean Harry and Fiona."
"No," Edwin replied with a proud smile. "Derek and Victoria."
At this Derek smirked, obviously more proud at his conquest than Edwin was. I was absolutely incredulous.
"What!" I yelled, suddenly rising from my seat. "You kissed my cousin!"
Derek simply shrugged at this, and smirked.
"Why, sis?" he asked, still smirking. "You jealous?"
I just glared at him, growling deep in my throat. Later on I would wonder why I had felt such anger at a trivial thing. The thought that consumed my attention was this: How could she? We'd connected so much back there. How could he? They're in a way, related!
Then, Edwin, the little weasel, ducked out of the room, snatching Derek's precious version of the wedding reception with him.
Reacting quickly, Derek ran up the stairs after his brother, and left me alone with my anger.
Feeling the rage almost take over my entire body, I quickly hurried over to the kitchen, and poured a tall glass of water. I drained it in one large gulp.
"How could they kiss!" I asked aloud, to no one in particular. I could just imagine icky Vicky's smug face, taunting me as she'd done in all of junior high.
I definitely needed to take my mind off this. After pouring myself another glass of water, I headed up the stairs to my room.
I gave Edwin a good second of chase before catching him back the scruff of his shirt collar. Threateningly, I made it seem like I would lift him off the ground by the collar with a tug on his neck. Making a choking noise, he handed the tape back to me. I let go of his collar.
"Geez. I just wanted a second look," he said in gasps.
"Ed, you don't just take from the director. You beg," I announced clearly to him, forcing him to look me in the eye. He quickly turned around and escaped into his room. I really loved playing the role of director. So in control, so full of power. Of course, overlooking that moment of hysteria. Of course.
Then I headed into my own room, where the camera still sat in front of my editing space, my beloved computer.
Popping the tape in, I rewound the tape to the moment I just loved to watch over and over and over again. I chuckled, and gave myself props for having an observant and sneaky little brother. Annoying, but sometimes convenient to have around.
I watched my lips slowly moving around Victoria's, and smiled. Then frowned. Victoria really resembled a certain someone. Casey. Yet I didn't find her to be entirely revolting, as I did with Casey. Maybe it was something about the intelligence level…
Then I heard an audible gasp.
I turned around in my revolving chair to find a pink faced Casey, glowering at me with those icy blue eyes. They were usually glaring at me, but not with just malice, or hatred as now.
"Hey, Case."
"Don't you dare 'Hey Case' me, Derek Venturi." Uh oh. She'd used my full name. Perhaps I should have closed my door… Nah. It was much more fun to see her angry. She was more fun to be around when she was fired up.
"Why, are you following in the steps of your older, more mature—need I say more attractive— cousin Victoria in insisting upon your full name?" I drawled, eyes still glued to my scene with Vicky. I mean, Victoria.
She growled in response.
"Now, why don't you get out of my room so I can enjoy a little privacy with my real-life fantasy here, Casey?" I leaned back in my chair, and looked up at her with dismissing eyes.
A look crossed her face, but was gone as soon as it had appeared. Was she…hurt?
I never got to find out, because she was suddenly upon me, with a harmless glass of water, which turned out to be quite lethal as she poured it all over my VCR, damaging the tape as well as the machine, and all over my lap, damaging my ego as well as my pride.
Then, as I gathered my mind from the shock to retaliate, she stormed out of my room, slamming the door.
I started up, then sat back down, for now my pants were sticking to me, and proved to be very uncomfortable for a certain area below my navel. It was quite constricting, and immediately I jumped out of them, and change my boxers to a clean and dry one.
Then I rushed out of my room, into Casey's without knocking. She messed with my things, and I was going to make sure she paid. Big time.
"Casey—" I started, raising my voice as loud as it could go, but found my attempt to be futile, because she wasn't in her room. I left the room to look for her again, but not without leaving a classic Derek Venturi mark. Then I quickly hurried over to the living room. She wasn't there either. Or the kitchen. Or dad and Nora's room. I even checked the garden outside, but nobody was there except a couple of birds chirping around.
"Ghh!" I yelled, frustrated, and the birds took flight, leaving me alone with the colourful and girly flowers.
Not giving up, I stormed back upstairs. That tape was some good footage, and Casey had to go and ruin it. Why did she do that? Since day one she'd been taking over the house like a commando, making everything tidy and feminine, tattling everything to that stupid guidance councilor, Pete. Or Paul, or—why did I care, again? It didn't matter what his name was. The point was that she was making my life all orderly and proper. And boys don't like to be proper or orderly. I especially don't like to be either of those things.
The VCR had cost me $200! She was going to pay for every cent.
Vicky—I mean, Victoria—really liked me. I could tell by the way she paid attention to my lower lip, nibbling and teasing until I almost groaned. Of course, until Edwin had to conveniently interrupt. Then again, he was the one who caught it all on tape…
I knocked—no, more like pounded—Edwin's door. He opened it a crack, and asked, "Yes?"
"Edwin, is Casey in there?"
"Why?"
"Because I asked, Edwin. Now, is she in there or am I gonna have to pound you?"
"I don't harbour criminals or step sisters. Please don't kill me!"
"I heard a girl's voice in there," I moved closer to the door.
"It's only Lizzie. We're studying for a science test on ecosystems."
"You'd better be telling the truth," I said menacingly, and moved on to Lizzie and Marti's door. This time, I knocked a little more gently. What? It's okay to have a soft spot for your little sister. Not a word.