Oki, here's chapter numero dos! Hope you enjoy very much. Enough to keep reading, and maybe some of my other LWD fics.

Again, enjoy!

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Casey slipped up to her room after the whole 'Derek smiling at her' thing. She was confused, and wanted to be alone.

Of course I hate him. Casey thought as her mind slid back to what Emily had said earlier.

I just think that you hate him so much... and there's so much passion in that hatred...it just might develop into feeling something more...

Casey shook herself a little. Damn it, Emily. Now I'm going to dwell on something that isn't anywhere near the truth, or even possible.

Casey's head was buzzing with things she had never thought of before. Derek liking her? Her liking Derek? It all seemed preposterous. All she and Derek did was fight.

Fight over the remote. Over who was right. What they should have for dinner. Who was better at something. Over nothing at all. Sometimes all they had to do was pass each other in the hall, or breath incorrectly around each other, and BAM! A feuding dispute has erupted in the living room.

We've battle it out ever since the beginning. Casey tells herself. As soon as I got here, we fought. And it really got started with the whole room thing.

And strangely enough, even though she remembered how she had been so angry when she was shoved in a room with Lizzie, that shouldn't have even been called a room, it should have been called sleeping quarter speck, and Derek was selfish about his room, Casey couldn't help but smile at the whole memory.

There wasn't really even anything pleasant about the whole situation, except when she got her own room. Derek had been a jerk the whole way through.

And she hadn't even managed to fake out Derek into taking the basement. He always seems to win. Casey thought to herself.

Gosh, I wanted to choke him so much! He was such an immature brat. Always thinking that everything was going to go his way. He thinks if he snaps his freaking fingers he'll have whatever he wants served to him on a gold platter.

Then Casey remembered something about the whole thing that she had completely forgotten.

She remembered how, after she got her mom and George's room, she looked around her room, her own space, after everything that had happened with Derek, fighting with him, she sat on her bed and thought that Derek looked cute when he was angry. She had openly thought that Derek looked cute.

Oh, wow. Casey thought, once she remembered this. That isn't good.

She had pushed the thought away so quickly after it had crossed her mind that she didn't have a chance to ponder why in the world it would even be in her head in the first place.

It doesn't mean anything. It really doesn't. So what if I thought he was cute. I mean, he is kind of...attractive... wait, no. It doesn't matter ,but I still shouldn't think it!

Casey threw herself onto her bed. After she had shoved her face into a pillow, she quietly mumbled to herself, "What is going on here?"

Damn Emily.

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Once again, short. Sorry! I hope you still liked it though. Unfortunately I think all my chapters on this one will be moderately short. But hey, it just gets to the point, eh? Keep reading peoples, and Ill's keep writing! Tee-hee. Another time, another chapter!

-Tarryn