"Casey? Case, come out of the bathroom."

"No!" He could hear her faintly cry.

"Come on, Case. I mean…does it really matter what people think?"

"Yes!!" She moaned and Derek sighed.

"Why?"

"They're my friends! They're important!"

"More important then what I feel?"
There was silence, and people walked by and gave Derek and a strange look, while whispering to the person beside them. He glared at them, and then laughed and walked away. "Yes!" Derek finally heard, and he dropped his jaw in disgust.

"Fine." He spat as he walked away in disgust. I need someplace to vent. Casey's being a total bitch, not to mention her friends, or my friends.

The next thing Derek knew, he was shouting colorful words and pacing around Paul's office. Paul just tried to keep his cool as he watched Derek continue to spit out words that seemed to be soaked in venom. Then, Derek stopped and just fumed around Paul's office.

Paul felt as though it was his turn to speak up. "Okay, so Derek…let me get things straight. You and Casey are dating?"

"Yeah. And that's not to mention all of it…" Derek started to go off on a rant, using that language that seemed to Paul as if it was his natural language. The only words that he wanted to hear were Sam, Emily, Max (which Paul had to say was accompanied with the word 'ass hole' more than he could count), and bathroom. And marshmallow fluff, but that was irrelevant to the conversation.

"Derek. Derek." He commanded. "Just sit for a minute, and just try to…calm yourself."

"Fine." He said, and slumped down into the chair. After about a minute of silence, Derek started to yell again. "Why should she even care what her friend's think of us? Aren't I good enough for her??"

"Yes, Derek, you are, just listen to me."

He fell silent. "Okay."

"Now all I want you to do is say one word after each question, all right? Yes or no, questions."

"Okay."

"So you're dating Casey?"

"Yeah."

"And you thought it would be a good idea to tell your friends, but not your parents?"

"Yeah."

"And Casey thought that she should tell your friends too?"

"No."

"Did she want to tell your parents?"

"No."

"All right." Paul nodded his head and clasped his hands together. "And Casey is in the bathroom right now?"

"Yeah."

"Do you regret telling your friends?"

Derek nodded. "Now, yeah."

"Are you going to tell your parents, now?"

"No."

"Okay, so Derek, here's what I want you to do. Go and get Casey out of the bathroom even if you need to drag her out of there, and bring her in here, got it?"

"Yeah."

"Good. You can go."

"I don't wanna go back out there."

"Derek Venturi's afraid of something?" Paul smiled.

"Casey's really rubbed off on you, hasn't she?"
Paul just nodded his head as Derek stood up and headed towards the door.

"Bye, Derek."

"Later." He groaned as he closed the door. Once the door was closed, Paul leaned back and let out an annoyed sigh, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

"I should have been a doctor, like my mom wanted to be, but no, I have to be a guidance counselor for teenagers."

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Edwin and Lizzie returned home after faking sick.

"There must have been something wrong with that casserole that I made last night…I could have sworn that that sour cream hadn't expired." Nora grumbled to herself. Lizzie and Edwin both went upstairs and into Lizzie's room. Lizzie sat down on her bed.

"Okay. We have to do something about Derek and Casey." Edwin said, and Lizzie smiled. He's really cute…

"I know! They always get everything they want, too. We are always stuck with their work. While they say that they're going to other people's houses, but we both know they just go to the park and make-out." Lizzie shuddered.

"That's still just a little creepy."

"But sweet!" The two gasped and turned to see Marti jump up from under Lizzie's bed.

"Marti! What are you doing here?"

"I don't think that Smerek and Smasey are disgusting, but Smerek admitting to me and the rest of the family that he is in love with Smasey would make me very happy." She smiled. "My Smerek needs embarrassment from something."

"This is true." Edwin contemplated, and Lizzie smiled at him again.

She snapped out of it and looked down at Marti. "So…what is on your mind, Agent Marti?"

"Okay. We won't be able to get Smerek to actually admit it. We need to throw hints at dinner tonight."

"Throw hints? Like what?"

"Like if Nora or Dad says something like, Derek why don't you go and clean the dishes? Then Lizzie, me or Edwin says, 'I'm sure Derek would like it better if Casey would help him'. Just to see their reactions."

"That's smart, Marti. Very smart."

"I know. I've been working all day and night on it." She grinned, boasting.

"So…if we think that they're playing footsy, then someone says, Derek! Stop playing footsy with Casey!"

"Exactly." Marti grinned. Then it fell. "What's footsy."

"Well footsy is when you kick each other."

"Like this?" Marti asked, kicking Edwin really hard in the shin.

"Ow!!" Edwin hollered out in pain and clutched his shin.

"No, more like this." She started pushing Edwin's feet back and forth and messing around with him. "It's a flirty thing."

"Oh okay." They continued to do it, just smiling at each other, and Marti was clueless, looking between them.

"You two are as bad as Smerek and Smasey!" They blushed and immediately stopped.

"So…everyone knows the plan?" Lizzie asked.

"Yeah!" The two shouted, and then they all did their secret handshake and then saluted before Marti and Edwin left.

Once Edwin closed the door, Lizzie plopped down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. "I can't be like Casey! I can't be falling for my step-brother!"