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DISCLAIMER: If I owned Life With Derek, do you honestly think I would write fanfiction on it? No? I didn't think so either. Oh, and I don't own the band All-American Rejects or their songs. 'Kay? 'Kay. ^_^

Casey

"You what?" Lizzie whisper-yelled. And Derek thought I was dramatic. Gah! Bad Casey! No thinking about Derek!

"I like Der-"

"Don't repeat it!" She panicked, cutting me off.

It was quite a scary sight, seeing Lizzie so panicky. That was my job, not hers. She was the cool and collected one.

You're probably confused, so let's start from the beginning, shall we?

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"Let me know that I've done wrong,
When I've known this all along,
I go around a time or two,
Just to waste my time with you."

Emily's voice sang out, recognizing the song's beat almost instantly. She and I had managed to take the Prince from Derek and were going to the mall. It had been a stressful week. Derek almost dyed my hair orange, I was seriously worried about my math test, Emily hadn't really been into gossip (weird, I know), and Derek and I had been ignoring each other after said almost incident.

"Tell me all that you've thrown away,
Find out games you don't wanna play,
You are the only one that needs to know-"

I added half-heartedly. I couldn't help but continue that train of thought.

Why was I worried about ignoring Derek? Oh yeah...Derek and I may not usually get along, but we have our moments. Plus, even if we don't, we don't ignore each other. Not only that, but Paul went on a - much needed - vacation, so I couldn't talk about it with him. And Emily, well she's been acting really weird.

Desperate to clear my thoughts, I joined Emily.

"I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret,
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret,
Who has to know?"

I laughed and she continued, giggling slightly.

"When we live such fragile lives,
It's the best way we survive,
I go around a time or two,
Just to waste my time with you,"

I sobered up and sang my unofficial part.

"Tell me all that you've thrown away,
find out games you don't wanna play,
you are the only one that needs to know-"

"I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret,
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret."

We sang at the top of our lungs. She knew the next part was my favorite, so we broke the pattern and I kept singing.

"Who has to know?
The way she feels inside (inside!)
Those thoughts I can't deny (can't deny!)
These sleeping thoughts won't lie (won't lie!)
And all I've tried to hide
It's eating me apart
Trace this life back!"

"I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret.
(Just another regret)

I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret,
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret,
Dirty little secret,
Dirty little secret.

Who has to know?
Who has to know?"

We finished, in sync with each other and the song. Emily paused, before bursting into laughter, followed by myself.

"Did that help your stress?" She asked.

I smiled and nodded slowly, shocked I hadn't gotten into an accident.

I could have gotten hit by another car, or ran a red light, or hit a tree! What was I thinking? Oh right, I wasn't thinking. Oh, Derek would've gotten a kick out of that.

My lips dropped into a deep frown. Derek...

He started this; this ignoring thing.

*Flashback*

I screamed when I saw my shampoo replaced with hair dye. Did he seriously think I wouldn't notice?

"Der-ek!" I yelled, breaking his name like always. I think heard a faint chuckle from outside the bathroom. I quickly shut off the water and got dressed, no longer able to wash my hair.

When I came out, he was leaning on the wall. He looked up and smirked at me.

"Why didn't you wash your hair?" He asked, feigning cluelessness.

Oh, how I'd love to wipe that smirk right off of his face! "Der-ek!" I repeated, glaring at him. "You tried to dye my hair orange! Orange, of all hair colors!" I shouted, poking his shoulder angrily.

"Don't touch me." He said seriously, then smirked again. "I thought you could use a change. Since you're a keener, your hair is all conventional and nerdy. Maybe if your hair was an outrageous color like orange, you'd be more interesting." He put a hand on his chest. "I was thinking about you, Case."

I put my hands on my hips. "Liar."

"You got me there, keener."

"Shut up Derek."

"Gladly, Case." He said, backing up a few inches and shutting his room door in my face.

So he was secretly planning this escape?

"Ugh!" I groaned in frustration. "Der-ek!"

I heard him chuckle and glared at his room door before entering my own room.

"He's a jerk." I thought out loud.

"You need to stop talking to yourself, Space Case." Derek replied through the wall. "The walls are thin, I hear you, and it's annoying. Plus, it isn't healthy."

I sighed and pulled out XVI (A/N: love that book! :D) by Julia Karr, ignoring thoughts about him.

Hmmm...I think I'm gonna end it here. xP Sorry guys; it's too tempting. I might update tomorrow though, so keep a look-out for it. :]

Amour,

Jaliese/Aliee x3