Casey's POV

Jeez. I cannot believe Derek did that! The jerk! I don't think much of him either, but I don't go and put a dab of red paint in his chair so everyone thinks he got his period I hate him. I HATE HIM! I logged onto IM and scrolled down my buddy list. Only one person was online, the only one I'd never met. Rocker990 was funny, sweet, and cyber-ly awesome. He apparently noticed I'd signed on, because a moment later, he sent me a PM.

Rocker990: wazzup?

Why did he always say that? Whatever, it's not enough to annoy me today.

Dancing-Queen: nothing.

Rocker990: not chatty?

Dancing-Queen: I'm just in a bad mood. The guys my school r jerks.

Rocker990: wat happened?

Dancing-Queen: um.. let's not talk about it.

Rocker990: that bad?

Dancing-Queen: yes!

Rocker990: okay… did u hear about the new Cold Spray cd? Gonna get it?

Dancing-Queen: yeah it should b awesome. I think my step-bro is gonna get it. I'll just burn a copy.

Rocker990: it's people like you that r destroying the music industry. Tisk tisk dancer girl.

Dancing-Queen: and it's people like you that make me want to smile a lot.

Rocker990: nice, line. For a dancer girl.

Dancing-Queen: do u really live where u say u live in ur profile?

Rocker990: yeah, well, it's actually about five minutes away, but whatever.

Dancing-Queen: well, I live there 2. want to meet?

Rocker990: name the time, name the place.

Dancing-Queen: this Saturday, 3:30, in East Side Mall's Chinese food restaurant (I cant pronounce it, or spell it for that matter.)

Rocker990: ok. How will I know ur u?

Dancing-Queen: I'll be wearing… a pink and brown plaid skirt, with a brown sweater, and pink heels.

Rocker990: I'll wear a blue baseball cap, black shirt, and jeans. And sunglasses.

Dancing-Queen: cool. I got homework. C u soon. !!!

Rocker990: see ya.

I signed off, my heart beating rapidly inside my chest. Five minutes ago I was steamed about paint on my fave jeans. Now, I'm all steamy about my…. What was it? Was it a date? A meeting? A letdown? Oh my god! What if he didn't show at all?

"LIZZIE!" I cried, falling flat on my bed.

She was in my room in two seconds flat, panting.

"What? What's wrong?" She asked.

Now, I felt stupid. I'd only mentioned Rocker to Liz once, about two weeks ago.

"Um, remember that guy online? Rocker990?" I asked.

Lizzie pondered the name for a moment, then nodded. "Did he do something? Did he hurt you? I'll sock 'em one!" God, I love her.

"No. No, that's not it at all." I assured her. "I'm going to meet him."

"NOW?" Lizzie gasped.

"No.. Saturday."

"Casey! I thought you were the smart one! Did you even think about this?" Whoa. Hadn't expected that one.

Edwin popped his head in my room. "Uh, hey Case. Lizzie? You busy?"

"No." She blurted. "Just telling Casey how much of an," She turned to face me, "Idiot! She is, but I'm done now. See ya Casey." Then she followed Edwin out of the room. Weird.

Lizzie's POV

"Edwin!" I snapped, quietly.

He turned, and said, "What? You didn't want to leave, to go talk to Casey. I was saving you!"

He had a point. "Your room or mine?" I sighed.

"You've got the chair. Your room."

I grabbed his hand and fled across the hallway.

We were in my room in about two seconds, and Edwin shut the door without a sound.

"So." I said stupidly.

"So." He mimicked.

He placed a hand on my face. Then he just froze, staring. I didn't move, neither did he. What's he thinking about?

"Oh, for the love of god, man!" That startled him, but so what? It worked. He leaned in, I leaned in, and he leaned more, just enough to close the gap between us. Oh my god?! What the hell is he doing? Oh my god, he's frenching it. He tastes good. He ate George's cinnamon rolls this morning, yum! I opened my mouth, and then, well, then Marti started to bang on the locked door.

"Beat it Worm!" Edwin yelled.

"Meanie! I'm telling Nora and Dad when they get home!" When her pounding died down, Edwin and I were at it again. This time we went right to it. He'd kissed me before, but never like this, Oh My GOD! Why is he touching my stomach? WHY? I broke away.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Do you love me?" He asked, so quietly I could barely hear him.

"Yes!" I said before I could stop myself.

"Then go with it."

Just like that, he took my hand and we walked to the chair by my closet. He sat down, still holding my hand. "Am I just supposed to stand here?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Of course not. Sit." He said.

"Where? You take up the whole thing, the only place I could sit would be your lap and---Oh. I'm stupid." I sat down on his lap, and we were at it AGAIN! But this time he wasn't so rough. We were frenching again, but it was gentle. Then, suddenly, he picked me up, and carried me. Where he planned to go, I have no idea, because we were still kissing, so my eyes were closed.

Casey has her reasons for hating Derek, but I don't mind him much. But when he ruins something for me, I crack.

"TWERPS! I'M GOING TO SAM'S! MARTI'S AT TIMMY'S. CASEY ALREADY LEFT! BYE!"

Okay, so that didn't ruin anything, it just made my current situation more enjoyable. Love you Derek! Not as much as Edwin, but still!

Edwin's POV

I have no idea what I'm doing, or where I'm going. Nothing makes sense anymore. Why?! Okay, Ed, just cool down. She's staring at me. Why is she staring at me? She's smiling now. Oh my god, she's smiling! She's so pretty... Okay, focus, Ed! Lizzie, remember! What are you going to do? You can't just put her down, she'll probably smack you or something. Oh the mind games! Why?! Wait, games... Game Closet! Yesssss! Point one Edwin!

I then stopped freaking out and left the room, still carrying Liz, and walked down the hall, toward the closet. Lizzie just smiled. She's so pretty...

"Edwin?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"You never said if you loved me back."

I almost dropped her. Of course I loved her, but what am I supposed to say now? 'Yes, Lizzie, I love you so so much!'? Waaaay too corny. I kissed her quickly.

"That answer your question?" I asked hopefully.

"No." She sighed. "You can put me down now."

Oh. Well. Fine then. I put her down.

"Well?" She asked after a minute of staring at our feet. "Do you?"

I caved. "Yes, Lizzie, I love you so so much!"

"Okay, then!" She smiled again. So pretty... "Are you hungry?"

What?! Well.. yeah I was a little grumbly. "Yeah, I could eat. Why?"

"Cause I was going to make a grilled cheese. Want one?"

She's going to make a grilled cheese?! I just told her I love her and she wants a grilled cheese? "Yeah, I'll take one."

"Cool. Go pick a DVD and have it ready in your room. I'll bring the food in a minute." And just like that, she went downstairs, leaving me speechless.

Lizzie's POV

I am in the zone! Oh yeah! Ooooh! Soulja boy I win it OH! Ride it, crank it, watch me, OH! Crank that soulja, super man, now watch me OH! Crank the soul, now i need YOU!

Crank the soul, now i need YOU! Crank the soul, now i need YOU! Crank the soul, now i need YOU! Crank that soul what up? Crank that soul what up? Crank that soul what up?

Okay, so I look like a spazz doing that dance but who cares? I flipped Edwin's sandwich one more time. Crank that soulja boy, now WEW. Super man, now watch me WEW!

I put both sandwiches on a plate and yelled, "EDWIN! YOU WANT A MILKSHAKE?"

"YEAH!"

"CHOCOLATE? OR VANILLA?"

"BOTH!"

"'KAY!"

I then made a swirl milkshake and put two bendy straws in it.

"Hey, Liz! I hope Armageddon is okay, cuz that's what I put in." Edwin said when I came in his room.

"Yeah, that's fine. Hey, do you think they'd be mad?"

"Who'd be mad about what?" Edwin asked, while I sat down beside him on his bed.

"Mom, George, Casey, Derek, about... us?" I turned to face him. He had a weird look on his face.

"It doesn't matter." He insisted.

"You think they'd go nuts don't you?" I laughed, letting him out an arm around me, and leaning into him.

"Well, yeah. But it doesn't matter."

"Yeah, you're right. They can't know."

I didn't really mind, I mean, I'm dating my step brother. That's got to be sick, but I don't care. I mean, it's summer! (although casey insists on taking college courses over the summer)

I can do whatever I want.

I took a sip of my excellently prepared milkshake. "Edwin?"

"Yeah, Liz?"

"I know you wanted to do it in the closet earlier, but this is more... romantic, don't ya think?"

Edwin turned to face me, which must have been hard and painful considering my head was on his stomach. "Liz, I seriously had no idea what we were going to do in the closet. I was kind of releaved when you said to put you down."

Oh, well, I don't feel like an idiot or anything now. "Oh."

"Did, you want to?" He was studdering. He's so cute... Answer the question, Liz!

"I don't know." I answered honestly.

We didn't talk much after that.

We sat in the living room, on the couch, watching reruns of 8 Simple Rules. George had just called, and said he and Mom wouldn't be home until really late, Derek was staying at Sam's because they had a 5am hockey practice, Marti was upstairs, and Casey was at Emily's and planned to stay the night. We were safe, home plate was in view. No one knew.