A/N: Alright chapter two is here! I want to thank everyone you reviewed, you guys rock. Hopefully you will like this chapter. I totally love this one! It so goofy and silly and just not serious. If anything, it's meant to be like it is. I think what makes me love this chapter the most out of what I have is just picturing it. Oh, how many are glad that I kept my promise and updated one week after posting the first chapter? I do good on my promises. Well enjoy and review!! Reviews give me the motivation to continue.

Edwin waited outside Derek's door; he was currently listening to him argue on the phone with someone. It was like that a lot lately. Derek always on the on the phone, usually him and the person arguing. Derek was shouting things like: That wasn't the arangement I ordered! Her favorite flowers are 'Star Gazer' Lillies. I am on a deadline you know!

He finally heard Derek click the phone off; he then released a frustrated growl. Derek came flying from his room. Edwdin, with his cat like reflexes-meow-jumped out of sight. He heard Derek go stomping down the stairs then the front door slam shut.

Finally! Edwin thought. I wondered if he was ever going to leave.

That was also, again, how it was lately with Derek. Some days he stayed in his room 24/7, and others he spent it out somewhere. Just so happened that today was a 'Stay In' day; which wasn't good for Edwin. Casey was baking the cookies, and he really needed to find out what Derek was up to if he hoped to get them. Edwin pounced into his room like a cat-meow again. He started going through papers on the desk, nothing! Started going through drawers, still nothing!

Derek made one error, which someone with Edwin's mad skillz (that's right, skillz with a Z) looks at as a blessing, a blessing from God. Derek forgot to take his cell phone. Edwin, with his mad skillz, popped it open, went to the recent call list, and re-dialed the last number called. He tapped his fingers impationly on the desk while it rang.

"Hello?" answered a guy with a thick Indian accent. The kind of guy you imagine having a name like Raja or Hasmeer. "Around da Corner flower shop, ow my I elp you?" Edwin clicked off quickly.

Flowers!? He thought while stroking his chin. Isn't the prom coming up? Maybe it's for that.

"Edwin, what are you doing?" He froze at the sound of Derek's voice behind him. How could he have not heard Derek come in?-Thank's a lot Raja or Hashmeer.

Derek walked in and closed his door. "I'm waiting,"' he was tapping his foot.

Edwin opened and closed his mouth, like a fish that has just been hooked gasping for air out of the water.

"Casey put you up to this?" Derek said,Edwin nodded slightly. Now he wasn't one for snitching, but the less heat off him the better. Sorry Casey. Edwin sang like a canarie. Derek started rubbing the back of his neck in sort of a nervous gesture.

"It wasn't just her, I also wanted to know what you were up to."

Derek chuckled slighty. Edwin didn't know if this was a good or bad thing. He hoped for good.

"Edwin," another chuckle escaped. "all you had to do was ask."

"Really?"

"Yeah, duh! You can't tell Casey though."

"Derek I-" before Ed could finish Derek quickly cut him off. "Seriously Ed! I'll even pay you not to tell." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and slipped it into Edwin's hand.

Fifty dollars!

Edwin's mouth gaped open from shock.

"Also, she is backing those cookiess you like so much. How about I snag you some if you keep quiet, deal?"

Edwin nodded; his mouth still gaping open with shock-there goes a fly, and another, and another....

"So what's going on?" Edwin, finally able to talk, asked.

Derek cleared his throat. "Okay, it all started like this."

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The smell of freshly baked cookies permeated through the air; a rather refreshing, comforting smell that warmed you. Casey pulled the cookies out of the oven, and placed them on the counter to cool;all while humming a sweet tune. She looked up and saw Edwin coming towards her, he was doing some sort of dance. She could only assume that was his cookie dance?

"Hey Betty Crocker, smells good." He said inhaling the scent.

"So?"

"So what?" He plucked a cookie from the tray, it was all warm, soft, and gooey.

"Did you find out what Derek's up to?"

"Oh that!" His mouth was full of cookie. "Of course. It was a piece of cake."

"Really?" She narrowed in on him. "How so?"

"Simple, I just asked."

"And he told you?"

"Told me like that," he snapped his fingers to emphasize on 'that'

"So let's have it then."

"Alrighty then," he plucked himself another cookie. "There is this girl Derek wants to take to the prom, an-"

"Who is it?" Casey said interrupting. Edwin kept his composure, he hated being interrupted. Damn this girl and her sweet, sweet, seductive cookies.

"Some blonde, blue eye beauty? Her name went over my head, but Derek mention something about her having huge jugs or something to that effect."

Casey, grossed out at Derek's pig like qualities, rolled her eyes.

"Whatever that means," he finished. "So he is trying to plan an awesome way to ask her. Also, he is planning something for prom."

"LIke he is on the Prom Planning Committee?" Which if he was would be unfair. Casey wanted to be on it, and even with Emily- who was second in command or whatever- she still never got on. The girl in charge, Tracey Gold, has some personal vendetta against Casey. Truth of the matter was, Casey is pretty and she isn't. Why must the pretty people suffer?

Edwin shrugged, his stomach was happily accepting the second cookie.

Casey looked good and hard at him. He knew more, or better yet, something else. What could it be? Did Derek pay him off not to talk? Or was this a part of Derek's plan the whole time? Casey has come to realize that, believe it or not, Derek is an evil master mind. Just when you think you know, you don't.

Derek could be planning something against me! Something to hurt, or worse, embarrass me. Knowing the little turd, he would do it at prom. The last thing I want do at prom is go Carrie on everyone after having blood poured on me and being humilated.

Casey desiced to play it cool. It was Student Becomes The Master time.

"Anything else?"

"That's all he told me."

"Are you sure?" Basically what she means is, "Are you lying? I know you are!"

He nodded yes, and reached for a third cookie.

"Edwin I payed you for information. I made the cookies, therefore you're payed. I need to know everything, if not you're holding info back I'm going to hurt you."

"Last time I checked, dar-ling, you know more then you did yesterday." He said sarcastically, drawing out the word darling.

What he said was true, she did know more, not much, but still more.

"Let me know when the cookies finish cooling, alright doll?" He gave a wink, and walked off.

Casey folded her arms and looked at him leaving with disgust.

Nice one Derek, but I'm not out the game yet. I'll find out what you're up to. So far it has to do with a girl, no suprise there, but it also has to with prom. Is he helping plan prom, or planning a stunt for prom? Maybe an after prom party.

Casey exhaled. She was furious about how Edwin talked to her. Darling, and Doll. Please, no one- and she means no one- has the right to call her those names. For now Derek was the main case, but Edwin will get what is coming to him. Some of his cookies might just accidently fall on the floor, or in the garabage, but he doesn't need to know that.