DASEY. Casey & Derek- What trouble they've gotten into this time. What's about to happen is something they thought would never happen between them. Especially together, talk about weird. Just ask the people around them. MY FIRST LWD FIC! PLEASE R&R! P.O.V. from all! Sorry if summary stinks.

I do not own Life With Derek.

Casey P.O.V.

"Oh no!"

"Tell me you didn't say 'Oh no'. Tell me you said . . . 'You know'. As in . . . 'You know this was stupid. We were crazy!'" Derek starts to nervously laugh looking at me hopefully.

"No." I say sadly. "'Oh no' as in I'm pregnant." I hold up the little blue plus sign. Derek looks at it then leaves the bathroom. Still holding the test, I head to my room. I stare at the blue sign once more. This couldn't be happening. I put the test at the bottom of my trash can and cover it with tons of scrap paper from my art project from last week. Then plop onto my bed.

This isn't happening. This wasn't happening. I mean . . . it's me. Casey McDonald. Things like this don't happen to me. It's unimaginable. Unreal. Fictional. Something someone reads in a story on watches on a television. I must be dreaming. Yeah, this is all a dream.

I don't feel good. Something churns in my stomach. Oh no. I jump up and run to the bathroom. The orange juice and cereal I had this morning, come up with one quick opening of my mouth. Ew. I flush the toilet and wipe my mouth. After I wash my hands, I look at the reflection in the mirror.

The person looking back was someone I didn't recognize. Her hair was in a very sloppy and somewhat tangled, high ponytail. She was as pale as a gray computer keyboard and her eyes were getting grayer with each days passing do to her excessive worrying. After what seemed like forever, I finally tore away from the reflection and went back to my room, closing the door.

This wasn't part of the plan. I was supposed to finish high school at the top of my class. Then go to a great college. After I graduated from law school, then I would get married and have kids. This wasn't part of that plan. Getting pregnant at my age wasn't part of the plan. Sleeping with Derek wasn't part of the plan. Getting drunk wasn't part of the plan. Going to that party period wasn't part of the plan! In distress, I fall onto my bed.

What a mess I'd made.

LATER . . .

"Casey." I hear something in my ear. "Caaaaasey." Am I dreaming? When did I fall asleep? Did I fall asleep? I open my eyes a little to see if I did indeed fall asleep. A blurry vision of someone who looks like Lizzie, pops out at me.

"Ah!"

"Sorry!" She says backing up. "Didn't mean to scare you. Mom just wanted to know if you were up to eating dinner with us downstairs tonight. If not I can bring you up your soup." I slowly sit up and rub my eyes. They felt warm, meaning that I must have cried myself to sleep.

"Uh, no." I look for my clock. It reads 6:30pm. How long was I out for? "I'll come down."

"You sure?" She asks questioningly. "Maybe you should rest some more." I smile at her. She had a point, but I don't think that I can be left alone right now. Between my mind racing and realizing that I'm not really alone. . . I'd go crazy.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Just give me a few seconds."

"Okay." She says reluctantly, then leaves. I slightly stretch and go to my mirror to see the new damage done by my nap.

My hair was even wilder than before and I couldn't really find the thin scrungy. My face was full of bed-sheet-marks. On the plus side, a little of my color had come back and the bags under my eyes had dimenshed greatly. Just think, a five-hour nap helped clear up a week and a half long blemish. It made me smile a little.

I grab my brush and begin redoing my hair. It becomes a little tricky, seeing as how I told mom I wasn't feeling well these past two days. My hair had to look like I was in bed all day, but not like I was asleep all day. Mom could usually tell if someone was faking sick. Thank goodness she saw me throw-up at least twice. I finish my hair with my hair, and head to the bathroom to get rid of the bed-sheet-marks. As soon as I'm down I make my way down, as though I was feeling better but not exactly healed (I didn't want to stay home another day).

"Casey!" Marti runs and gives me a hug-attack.

"I missed you too." I joke as she lets go and returns to her seat.

"You feeling better Casey?" George pipes up as I get into my chair.

"Yeah, a little." When actuality I felt nowhere near better. "Thanks George." I give him a smile and he accepts it for a real one.

"You definitely look better." Edwin says entering the room from the kitchen.

"Edwin." George warns.

"Wait that came out wrong." He says freezing halfway to his chair.

"It's okay, I know what you mean." I laugh. He smiles and continues to his destination.

"It's good to see you laughing again Case." Lizzie chimes in. I give her a smile as mom comes to the table with her hands holding tonight's steak.

"Now Casey, I wasn't sure if you were up for steak, so I made you another bowl of soup." She puts down the meat and quickly re-enters the kitchen only to come back to the table just as fast, with a giant bowl of soup. To tell the truth, the only thing I had these past two days were one bowl of cereal and like three pots of soup. I'm sure by now, the tears I'd been crying were tears of soup.

They all look at me as if my liking of the soup will bring world peace. I smile at all of their worried and anticipating faces. They all really cared and I guess I always knew it, but now . . . it finally hit me. I realize that this whole pregnancy thing won't just affect me, but them too. The whole McDonald-Venturi Clan. This was a much bigger mess than I thought. Still smiling at everyone, I take a spoonful of soup and place it into my mouth. Mom sighs in relief. Wait a minute. I swallow the soup and clear my throat.

"Where's Derek?" Mom's face turns back into one of slight worry.

"I . . . uh, haven't heard from him." She turns to George. "George?" She says more pleading like.

"I haven't either . . . but I'm sure he's probably over at Sam's." Mom takes another sigh of relief.

"Yeah mom. He's probably at Sam's." I say trying to convince her. Then I take another spoonful of sip, in hopes of calming down some more.

"Definitely. Probably." Lizzie, Edwin and Marti agree in unison.

"You're all right." She said trying to convince herself. Ever since mom's latest case, she had been very . . . what's the word . . . overwhelmed? Any kind of problem worried her drastically.

"So Marti, how was your class trip today?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"It was so fun! We went to the aquarium and there was this really big fish like twenty-something feet long and Daphne said she it eat a fish- but I don't think so. Then we saw this huge shark and it kept going in circles and circles and circles that I almost got dizzy."

A THOUSAND YEARS LATER (actually 15 minutes later)

"So I think I'll draw the really big fish that was like twenty-something feet long for homework. Daphne wants to help, but I don't want her to. She'll just hog the paper." Marti finishes her story and takes a forkful of mash potatoes. Everyone just watches in awe. She had just spoken for like fifteen minutes straight, without interruptions.

"Well . . . it sounded like an interesting- and busy- day." Lizzie says breaking the miniature silence.

"It was." Marti agrees taking another forkful of mash potatoes. Just then Derek comes thorough the door.

"Derek!" Mom exclaims. Under her breath, she sighs an enormous sigh of relief.

"I know, I know: I'm late." Derek speed walks to the table and hurriedly sits down, shoving something under his seat.

"If you know you're late, why didn't you call?" George says sternly to Derek and sternly looking at him.

"I forgot. Sam and I got carried away." He said putting food onto his plate.

"Well I think it's only fair, that you clean the dishes after dinner." George punishes while delving back into his dinner.

"I think that's fair." Derek agrees. Everyone stares at him in shock, except George.

"Derek don't fight me. What I say goes."

"I know, that's why I said 'I think that's fair'." Derek responds questioningly.

"Derek I don't wanna hear it." George says clearly not used to Derek not fighting him in a punishment.

"George-" Mom interrupts.

"Nora back me up on this." George whispers loudly under his breath.

"George I agree, but"

"'But' what?" He continues to speak under his breath.

"He's not fighting you back."

"Yes he is."

"No he's not" Everyone says.

"Wait. You're not fighting me back?" Derek shakes his head no. "Why not?"

"Yeah Derek. Why not?" Edwin asks. "You're being punished for a crime that was clearly accidental and could've happened to anyone. It's clearly unjudicial."

"Edwin." George warns once more.

"But then again, parents rule the world and what they say goes." He saves himself. "But I still think your being unfairly sentenced." He whispers low enough for only Derek to hear, yet everyone but George and Nora does.

"It's okay Ed. Dad's right to punish me."

"I am?" George questions. "I mean, I am." He says more confident.

"Yeah. I mean I didn't call, I was away from home for who knows how long and I could have been hanging out with who knows who, doing who knows what. In the end though, I didn't call, was at school all day, and then spent the afternoon with Sam practicing hockey." For once, I approved of Derek's lying. Lying meaning that he wasn't at school all day. Unfortunately, I did however feel left in the dark to the rest of his excuse. Was he really with Sam?

"Derek I think it's very mature that you're taking responsibility for your actions." Mom says drinking her water.

"That's me. Taking responsibility for my actions." He looked at his plate when he said this. I got a terrible lurch in my stomach.

"Hey Smerek, what's in the bag?"

"What bag Smarti?"

"The one you put under your chair." Derek quickly turned pale, then regained his color.

"Oh, that bag. I stopped at the store and got some air-fresheners for my room. One can only deny the smell for so long. Ha-ha." He begins to chuckle.

"That's for sure." I whisper loudly under my breath, trying to draw attention away from my stepbrother.

"Casey." Mom warns.

"I'm sorry, but we've complained about that smell for months and now he decides to clean it up?"

"Maybe I've had a change of heart?" He challenges me.

"Maybe you're trying to get something." I challenge back.

"Now, now. Let's stop the challenging and finish dinner." Mom interrupts. "Casey you should be getting back to bed soon and now exerting your energy. Derek I think we can all agree that your new behavior is . . . different, but in a nice way." She seemed at a lose for words for once since she started the case.

"Well said Nora." George intervenes.

"Fine." Derek and I say in unison, leaning back into our chairs.

"Good." Mom and George say in unison. Both happy, having avoided another Derek-and-Casey-argument. We all finish dinner, everyone- except Derek and me- heading to the living room to watch TV. As I walk past a Derek picking up dishes he leans into my ear.

"I'll be up there as soon as possible." he whispers. I nod in agreement.

CASEY'S ROOM

I'm on the computer looking up information on teenage pregnancy and non-teenage pregnancy. There are so many views of it, it's confusing. Some people are happy, while others go into unexplainable mood modes and swings. I'm reading about the first trimester, when a knock at the door makes me jump out of my skin.

"Casey?" It's Derek. I take a deep breath and go to unlock my door. He quickly enters and I lock the door again.

"Where were you?!" I loudly whisper.

"I'm sorry." He whispers back. I fold my arms in anger/

"You're 'sorry'? You left me alone for five hours."

"I know."

"Didn't call or anything."

"I'm sorry."

"Just left me alone. In the bathroom, nonetheless!"

"I didn't mean to leave you."

"But you did! And in this predicament!" He walks toward me and takes me by the shoulders.

"First sit down and keep your voice lower." He gently pushes me to the bed and forces me down.

"Sorry." I say still angry.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too, for leaving you when I did." He starts to pace in front of me.

"Well, what are we going to do?" After a long moment of silence.

"Here." He hands me a plastic bag, then continues to pace.

"Your air-fresheners?" I ask bewildered. Why did he give me this?

"They're not air-fresheners." I open it and see two different boxes of pregnancy tests. "I need you to do it again. Maybe that first one was wrong."

"Derek these things are hardly ever wrong." I say, bringing back my sadness and lurching stomach.

"Well sometimes they are McDonald. So I am going to need you to take it again." I see that he's turning pale and his pacing is getting quicker.

"Fine." I say reluctantly. "I will take them again." He sighs in relief.

"Thank you." His pacing starts to slow. "That's all I ask McDonald. That's all I ask." I stand up and start to grab for the door. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take these." He looks at me as if I'm crazy.

"Not now!" I shush him.

"Shhhh! Why not? Everyone's downstairs."

"Yeah but still, someone could come upstairs." I roll my eyes. Rarely someone comes upstairs after dinner. "Just wait until everyone's asleep, okay? Then meet me in my room."

"Fine." I annoyingly agree.

"Good." With that, he unlocks my door and leaves my room. Leaving me once more and again.