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Derek moaned and rolled over onto his side. He heard a thump and then bolted up in bed. He clutched his chest as pain seared through his body thanks to the stitches in his upper chest. He looked around and noticed that Casey wasn't in bed next to him.

"Case??" He said in a worried voice. When he heard no sound, he got up and painfully ran around to the other side of the bed, kneeling next to his girlfriend. Her hand was shaking, and she opened up her eyes and stared at him. "Are you okay?" He asked, holding her head in his hands.

"I need…"

"What do you need?"

"A drink…"

"Water? Orange Juice? Coke? What? I'll go get it." She reached her hand under his bed and grabbed a glass bottle out that had the word 'Vodka' on it.

"This…"
Derek snatched it from her hands. "No." He said firmly.

"Derek!!"

"No." He said even more firmly.

"I WANT IT!"

"NO!" He grabbed Casey by her shoulders and turned her around so that she was facing him. "If I have to treat you like a child in order for you to listen to me, then I will."

"DEREK!!" She started to thrash her hands at him. He wrestled her around so that she was facing him again, and they both fell onto the ground with a big boom.

Moments later, Derek heard a knock on the door, and the distinct voice of his mother, "Derek? Are you all right?"

"Shit." He whispered and then picked up Casey and shoved her in the bed. He pulled the covers over her. "Be quiet." He gave her a kiss on the head. "Hold on…" he moaned in a fake sleep voice and then he picked up the alcohol bottles and shoved them under his bed and under the clothes that were lying on his floor. He ruffled up his hair and put on the best 'I'm tired, leave me alone' look before sluggishly opening the door and peering out. "Huh? I'm trying to sleep, mom."

"Where's Casey?" She asked, and Derek opened up the door to reveal his girlfriend. Abby peered at the girl and then turned back to Derek and gave him a knowing glare.

"What?"

"Does she have clothes on?" She sighed.

"Yes!" Derek said, sounding offended.

"Let me see."

"Fine." He said, and then walked over to her and gently pulled the blanket down reveal Derek's gray nighttime shirt.

"What about pants?"

"Mom!!" He groaned.

"Derek." She said firmly. "Not another Sally, please."

"Come on! Sally was not a one-night stand!"

"Then maybe you should look up the term in the dictionary next time."

"Come on, Mom!"

"Just do it Derek…"

He rolled his eyes and then pulled the rest of the sheets so that they revealed one of Derek's plaid pants.

"All right." She nodded her head, and Casey woke up.

"What's going on?" She asked, and then she looked at Derek. "Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"Where's my drink?"

Shit. Derek thought. "What drink?"

"The Vo-" She started, but he quickly cut her off by smashing his lips against hers.

"I've seen enough…" His mom said, and then started to leave. "Breakfast should be done soon. Please come down." She closed the door and left the room.

"What the hell was that??" Casey asked, smacking Derek's arm away.

"Listen, Casey." He put his hand on chin, forcing her to look at him. "No talking about drinking in front of my family."

"Why not? It feels good….except for right now…" She put a hand to her head.

"Hangover. It'll pass." He said. "No drinking talk in front of my family?"

"I can't even ask for a little sip of vodka?"

"NO!"

"Why not??" She pouted.

"Cause it's like talking about sex in front of your parents. A very big no."

"Fine." She pouted again. After about five minutes, she roughly grabbed her boyfriend's head and pulled him down in a very passionate kiss. She then shoved him away and grabbed her pants off of the floor and one of Derek's shirts out of his drawer that said: 'I'm an Orangutan'.

Derek also got changed, and then squirted on some cologne.

"Derek! Casey! Breakfast's ready!" His dad screamed up to them.

Casey walked past Derek and started out of his room when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "No drinking talk."

"Huh?" She asked, and he repeated himself. "Whatever…k." She said, and then started towards the stairs.

Derek ran his hand through his hair. "I'm not ready for our parents to find out about her drinking. And now starts Chapter One in Derek's book of Rehab."