Disclaimer: I do not own Life With Derek or any of its characters. If I did, Derek wouldn't be so unrealistically horrible, and Casey and her wonderfulness would be easier to bear. No offense to anyone, so please don't flame me just because I wrote that. Thanks.
"It's like everyone expects me to mess up, so I do. I'm just living up to expectations. And…you don't have to worry. They'll blame me for this anyway. You'll be fine."
Something's rendered me insane. Why am I telling her all this?
"Derek, I trusted you!"
Maybe you did, Dad. But then again, maybe you didn't. I really wouldn't know. I don't think I'm used to people trusting me.
"Why do you always immediately blame him? How do you know I wasn't in on this too?"
Sometimes I really hate you, you know. You always make things so damn complicated.
"We'll talk about this later, Casey."
You're probably feeling all wonderful right now, thinking you've done the right thing, as always. But, let me tell you, dear stepsister, that it was completely the wrong thing to do.
Now I have to lie again.
"I can't believe you bought my sob story! Sucker."
Lies. I really am the Lord of Lies. I watch your eyes widen with shock and darken with distaste. I don't care, really. I'm used to being stared at like that.
"Sucker."
I scramble off my rubbish-filled bed. Your last word, saturated with gloating satisfaction, rings through my ears. Despite myself, I grin.
Things should be back to normal now.
Sometimes, I think I'm even more of a control freak than you.
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