A/N: Sorry, I've kind of been putting more attention into What Are We for the past couple of days…but here is an update:

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Casey sighed as she walked through the halls of John Sparrow High. Things returned back to normal when Chad transferred back to St. Peters Academy. Derek went back to being the most popular boy in school and Casey went back to being boyfriend-less. Quel dommage. Casey spied Derek shoving his leather coat into his locker. Casey wondered what grandma and grandpa Venturi were like, so she approached Derek to get the 411.

"Derek," Casey folded her arms.

"Oh, god," Derek muttered under his breath.

He leaned against the lockers and faced Casey, "Are you here to nag me about doing chores? Because I seriously have pla-"

"Hello to you too. No, I'm not- on second thought; you do need to help me clean the house. You have take some of the responsibility…"

"Yeah," Derek feigned looking pensive, "That's not gonna happen."

Derek slammed his locker shut and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Casey called out, pulling him back by the arm.

"What?" Derek put a bored look on his face.

"What are your grandparents like?"

"That's what this is all about?"

Casey nodded.

Derek sighed, "They're old people. There's nothing that separates them from the thousands of other old people out there."

"So?"

"So, they're your average Jesus-loving, bingo playing Canadian grandparents."

"Derek, you have to know more about your grandparents than that."

Derek shrugged, "Nope, that's it. I mean other than the fact that they give us cash sometimes, there's nothing much that's great about them."

"Derek, they're your family. You shouldn't talk about them like that."

"Excuse me for being honest. All they do is swarm you and ask you bazillions of questions…it's just not my thing."

Casey sighed.

"Why do you care so much anyways?"

Casey shrugged, "Well, they're kind of my family now. I just what to get to know them, unlike some people."

"Well, have fun with that."

Then Derek's eyes lit up. "Wait! Now that you're here…they'll be so distracted with you, and I'll be able to escape and play hockey with Sam."

Casey folded her arms, "No way, Derek. I'll make sure you stay in that house, even if it's the last thing I do."

"Is that a threat?" Derek stood at his full height.

"You bet it is," Casey straightened and pointed her chin up a bit.

Derek stepped in so he and Casey were face to face. They glared at each other for a couple moments. Casey felt her pulse racing…they were standing in the exact same position as in her dream, right before Derek had…

Casey swallowed. She was trying to telepathically will his hand up to her face. She lowered her eyes from his eyes to his lips. His lips slowly parted as he let out a breath of air.

Then he bit his lip and broke the trance they were in.

He bumped his shoulder against hers as he passed her and muttered, "See you at home."

Casey shook her head. She had no idea why she was trying to relive her dream.

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A/N: It's short…I know. I'll try and update soon to make up for it.

Emma

P.S. To all you non-Frenchies: Quel dommage means 'what a shame' in French.