A/N: Got this idea, thought it was cute, and decided to post it up. Hope you all enjoy it! (: Also if any of you know of any awesome LWD fanfiction I would love to know about it. Perhaps shoot me a PM?


"I kissed Derek Venturi," I whispered to myself as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Blushing slightly, I touched my lips, feeling so silly as I did so. I was acting like a girl with a crush and I sooo wasn't. At least not on Derek. He's my stepbrother. Who happens to be a really good kiss-gah! I'm not going to think that!

This…whatever all started because Derek had to try and take the tv remote from me. Of course, him doing that led to one of our all out wrestles and, just as I was trying to get from underneath him, that's when it happened. The kiss. In that single instance I knew that what every girl had bragged about had been true to my utter hatred. They were softer than I would have imagined, even though it was only for one quick second. One second that seemed to have the whole world tilt on its axis.

Now I can barely think about Truman without feeling guilty, and I know accidentally kissing your stepbrother isn't cause for it. If said stepbrother even noticed, which it seems he probably hadn't. Maybe I was making too much a big deal out of it, but how could I not? I kissed Derek!

I washed my face, enjoying the coolness of the water against my skin. I wish I could as easily scrub away my betrayal, but alas betrayal wasn't as easy to get rid of as dirt was. Ugh! This never would have happened if he would have just let me have the remote, but no it's always about hockey with him. As if watching the mathlete-athon for one night would have killed him. Bored him? Maybe since this was Derek after all, but he would have survived.

A hard knock against the door forced me back into reality, and I stared at it with wide eyes. Please don't be—

"Casey, come out already would you?" Derek asked. "Some of us have to pee. Badly."

I froze for a short while before moving towards the door. I fumbled with the knob for a second, before I opened the bathroom door roughly just as, lo and behold, Derek was getting ready to knock on it again. I hated that I was now noticing the little things about him, like how his soft brown hair really did make him look adorable as Emily had said once or that-No, Casey stop it. Remember Truman, your boyfriend.

Derek rapped on my head with his knuckles, and I scowled. "Derek!"

"It's about time. For a second I thought you had moved in there." He smirked, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'll have you know that some of us enjoy taking the time to make sure we smell good." Did I really just say that? Even my comebacks sounded lame now.

"Are you sure that's why you were in there for hours?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms. It hadn't been hours…had it?

"Are you implying there was some other reason?" I asked him with a clipped tone.

He studied me for a second and I did my best not to squirm. Since when do I try not to squirm in front of Derek? It's not like he hasn't seen me at some of my worst moments already. Whatever he thought I was doing for the length of time I was in there was his own problem. "Never mind," I said quickly, before he said something that would only infuriate me. "If you would excuse me."

I bumped into him as I made my way to my bedroom. Stupid fights, stupid accidental kiss, and above all stupid Derek. There was one thing I knew I could do that would get my mind off of the whole dilemma and that was good old-fashioned homework. The best distraction is a good distraction.

I was nearly done with my school assigned distraction when Derek just barged into my room like he owned the place, and decided to make himself comfortable on my bed, all in the span of a few seconds. Basically, enough time to catch me off guard and fluster me beyond belief. Great, just as I kind of, sort of had forgotten about 'the incident'. I was down to thinking about it once every minute instead of once every two seconds, and I was very proud of myself for it.

"You're ruining my life." He said, and threw himself back on my bed. Hello? Weren't those my words here?

"Sure you can lay in my bed Derek. I'm perfectly okay with that," I said sarcastically. He ignored me.

"I just don't get it. First Amy, then Tina, and now Julie." He was mumbling. About what I had no idea, nor did I care. I just needed him out of my room, or at the very least off of my bed where his scent was getting all over everything. 'Cause who wants that? I didn't. Really.

"Are you seriously throwing a pity party in my room right now?" I asked in disbelief. Sure there were times where we got along rather well, but we still had a long way to go before I'd call us best buds, so I had no idea why he was even in my room in the first place.

"How are things between you and Truman?" He asked suddenly.

"Fine," I frowned. "Why?"

"Does he ever get…jealous?"

"I don't give him a reason to be jealous Derek," Liar. I gave him a pretty good reason today, accident or not. "It's all about trust."

He sat up, and propped his head up with his hand. "It seems all of the girls I try to date, sans Sally of course, tend to get jealous. Not to mention they want me to…express myself." He shivered.

"That's the problem then. You can't fear emotion."

"I don't fear emotion, Case. I just see no need for it."

"Everyone doesn't want to have a casual relationship like you do," I said, rolling my eyes.

"See that's just stupid. Why complicate things by getting all serious? What's wrong with a...casual fling? You know, without either party getting needy or jealous because I'm checking out Veronica's butt...amongst other things?" He shot me a look I couldn't decipher.

I sighed. Was this really the guy I had accidentally kissed and was thinking about nearly every second since it happened? Of course it was, unfortunately. "If you really care about someone of course you want them to feel the same way about you. It just makes you feel…special…important." I smiled. "Who wouldn't want that?"

"You know what?" He began, standing up. "I should have known better than to talk to you about this."

"Yeah, maybe you should have," I shrugged off his comment, and turned back to my homework as he left my room closing the door behind him.

Dinnertime eventually rolled around, and I had to reluctantly leave my room, though it wasn't like I was all that safe where I currently was if Derek's rude entry was anything to go by. Everyone was already seated by the time I made it down, and I took my regular seat opposite Derek. Tonight's main course? Cream and chowder soup. I tasted it hesitantly, and smiled when I realized it wasn't tasteless like other dinners tended to be.

"Wow, this is really good." I said. "Who made it?"

"I did," George said, looking smug. "With a bit of help from Josie Daniels anyway."

"Who's that?"

"A chef," my mom chimed up. "George recently bought her book, and decided to actually put it to use."

"Well, I could definitely get used to this," I said, silently thanking Josie for writing the book in the first place.

"Hey guys," Lizzie said excitedly. She was grinning from ear to ear. "You all would be happy to know that I finally got everyone on board with an indoor garden! We start on it next week."

"Way to go Liz!" I said, giving her a high five. "I'm proud of you."

"George!" My mom suddenly exclaimed, appalled. I turned and saw just why she felt that way. Her husband had licked a spoon and stuck it on his nose. Classy? No, but then again I doubt that's what he was trying to achieve.

"What? I'm just having a little fun Nora." He said, smiling at her.

"Daddy looks so silly!" Marti exclaimed, having the time of her life. I smiled just a bit at that.

"I think the term you wanted to use Smarti was 'sillier'." Derek said, snickering a little.

"You would know all about it wouldn't you Derek?" I couldn't help saying.

"Yeah, considering you always look that way. What does Truman see in you again?" He asked smirking at me.

"Doesn't anyone else care that I started an indoor garden at school today?" Lizzie asked, exasperated. I nearly forgot she had spoken before George decided to display a show of…skills…I guess.

"I do Liz," Edwin told her quickly. "Well, just as long as you don't think I'm going to eat any of it once it harvests." He wrinkled his nose.

"But that's the point of the garden. To show that you can have fun making your own vegetables as well as eating them too."

"Nobody has fun eating vegetables."

"I do." I said, shooting my sister a smile.

"You're probably the only exception then. No offense." He shrugged.

"No Edwin, it is very offensive that she would think we'd have fun eating vegetables." Derek said, staring me straight in the eye.

"If you actually tried to eat them, instead of scooting them around your plate to make it seem as if you did, you might feel the same way," I said, ignoring that my heartbeat was picking up a little. That was just from the…thrill of the argument.

"Hello, it was my idea." Lizzie said.

"And it's a great idea Liz. Don't listen to Derek. I'm sure you'll make a big difference in your school."

"Thanks sis." She said, grinning. Derek just rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," He retorted, then he immediately brightened. "Oh and dad can Julie come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

"Um, well," George looked at my mom who shrugged. "Sure that's fine...I guess."

"Thanks." He ate some soup with a smile.

"I thought she was acting too 'needy and jealous'?" I narrowed my eyes, wondering why he wanted to bring her home to daddy so to speak.

"She is, but that doesn't mean that I don't like her."

"You're so fickle. First you don't want a serious relationship and now you do? You can't just string people along on a Derek rollercoaster just because you're attractive."

I had ate some more of my soup, but stopped when I saw everyone staring at me as if I had two heads. "What?" I asked, worried.

"Did you just call me attractive?" Derek asked, looking at me with something close to fear in his eyes. It could also have been just disbelief.

"Did I?" I asked, unsure.

"You totally did," Edwin said, smiling. Darting his eyes between the both of us.

"Well, if I did that's because it's all Emily ever talks about, so while I don't personally feel that way, I'm not blind at seeing that for some incredibly odd reason majority of the females at Thompson High feel that way." I said, quickly damage controlling.

"Right." Derek said, not sounding like he believed me at all.

"So how are things going with you and Truman?" My mom asked. I could tell she did it just for my sake. She never made it a secret that she didn't quite like Truman.

"They're great!" I smiled, probably a little more peppy than the question called for. "He's a perfect gentleman, unlike some people."

"Casey was that a dig at me?" Derek asked, mock surprise, back to his obnoxious self.

"Of course not. You can do no wrong, oh great and wonderful one," I said with all the sarcasm I could muster.

"I knew you would realize it one day," he smiled. "Better a couple of years than never right?"

I snorted. "You are so conceited."

"And attractive. I think that's the part you really like the most." He never dropped my eyes as he ate a spoonful of soup more seductively than he needed to. All of a sudden I could barely breathe.

"Derek that's enough teasing for one night," My mom thankfully said, coming to my rescue. Was it getting a little hot in here or what?

"Sure Nora," He agreed, and to my happiness, turned to look at her too. "Anyway, is there any dessert?"

I excused myself before asked dessert was served. There had to be something seriously wrong with me. I was experiencing symptoms. Love sick symptoms for Derek! I felt lightheaded. Dizzy. Overall, just plain weird. This wasn't normal. It would never be normal. I hated him with every fiber of my being. He was the absolute bane of my existence, and I to him. Any other feelings needed to be squashed and terminated immediately, and I knew right then it was time to utilize the dodge and evade method. Afterall, distance makes the heart grow—er not exactly the saying I was going for.

I threw myself on my bed and covered my head with one of my pillows. I'm sure by tomorrow, this whole whatever would be in a thing of the past...I hope.