DisclaimerI don't own Life with Derek, silly.

Still rated M for later.

Casey sat at her computer, desperately trying to concentrate on her summer homework. One of the classes she took was a college course and the teacher, Mr. Manker, wanted to have them read Lord of the Flies. She was typing up the report. Well, trying to at least. She knew senior year was going to have a lot of difficulties in store for her.

All the concentration methods she tried to use would not let her think of anything, besides Derek, and the cocaine underneath her pillow. Casey frowned, then turned on music and began to work out. She didn't even bother to get out of her jeans.

Dinner came and she was still exercising. The clock was behind her, and she hadn't looked at it once since she began. Three hours, twenty minutes, and spare few seconds had passed. The time now was 5:33.

A knock on her door broke her out of the trance she was in.

"Come in." Casey said, wiping sweat off her forehead. Her mom walked in, about to say something. After about a half minute of looking at her blankly she shut the door, after stepping in.

"Are you alright Case?" She said in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, I've just been working out." Casey looked down.

"But this is unscheduled. You work out on a schedule, or when you have too much on your mind. Don't try to lie, I know you Casey."

"You also trust me right? I would tell you if I really needed to." Nora looked down. Silence is golden, right? Casey decided that she would help Derek. It felt like it was the right thing to do, even though it took a toll on her moral stand-point on honesty.

"I do trust you. Come downstairs in a few minutes. Dinner is almost ready."

"Ok."

Marti had already eaten dinner at a friend's house, so she was upstairs in the bath, playing. Edwin and Lizzie swore silence in a bet for twenty dollars on who could stay quiet the longest. It had been going on for two days now.

"George, how was work?" Nora said in the uncomfortable silence.

"It was alright. Not much happened. Just a lot of paperwork on new clients. What about you?"

"Not much here either. Casey how was your day?" Nora asked thoughtfully.

"Fine. I just did school work and worked out since I woke up."

"Derek, how was yours?" George asked.

"mm. Fine." No one talked much after that.

Thankfully it was over quick, and Casey hurried to her room. I don't know what to do with this. She thought as she stared at the bag on her bed. Maybe I could flush it down the toilet? Or I could sell it to someone…No. I could…I don't know. Should I talk to Emily? Definitely not Sam… Casey sighed when someone knocked on the door, then jiggled the door handle, only to find it locked. She covered her pillow over the bag, and got up to go open the door.

"Hi Derek, what do you want?" She said in a sweet voice. In all honesty she became afraid of him. He just looked at her, confused. "Hello…?"

"Sorry. I uh…" Derek trailed off and mumbled a few things, "Never mind." He closed her door quickly in her face, but she reached to open it and pulled him into her room.

"NO! Not 'Never mind'. Tell me everything, right now." Derek's character diminished. He wasn't him anymore. It was pure irony that she missed it, but would she have ever preferred this coke-addicted version of him?

"I can't Casey. I, why can't you, why?"

"Huh?"

"Why can't you just do this for me, no questions asked?"

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"I CAN'T!" He looked up and put his hands on his eyes. "Casey, I can't right now."

"Well what did you want?"

"I wanted you; err, to tell you that you should get rid of that by this Friday. Today is Wednesday right?"

"Yeah, but why Friday?"

"Because that's when they are coming over."

"Who are they?"

"I can't tell you, not right now at least. Don't tell anyone please, not even your best friends," He said, and then added sarcastically," If you have any other friends besides Emily." She sat there open-mouthed.

"I'm helping you, with something like this, and you have the audacity to make a rude remark like that?" Casey stood up, prepared to throw everything she had in her vocabulary at him.

"You never have anyone over. Is it my fault you're a loser?"

"I'm not a loser, and if anyone thought that, it probably would be because of you. I'm not as devious as you, you little jerk."

"Little hardly qualifies. Besides, you need to be devious in order to catch the ones being devious to you."

"You wouldn't have to worry about people doing shit behind your back if you weren't doing drugs."

"What are drugs?" Marti popped into the doorway, looking up thoughtfully at Derek.

"Nothing Marti." He knelt down to her level. "They are just really bad things that get you into a lot of trouble. Your life falls apart if you use them."

"Why did Casey say you were doing them? Are you doing them?" She said painfully. Even though she only saw the pack of Derek's head, she knew that it practically stabbed his barely-there heart.

"Am I falling apart?"

"No."

"Then I am not doing drugs!" He said playfully. Marti jumped on him in a big, off-balancing hug.

Even Derek has morals…right?

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