A/N – Bonjour, Write It Up here. I was going to wait a bit longer, but I saw everyone's reviews and couldn't help myself but write. See, that's why I'm write it up. ; Anyways, this chapter has some Dasey, and it's set on the day that they are boarding the plane, as in it's the second day of summer. Sorry if you guys think it's short, I just always get confused on where to end it, and I'm afraid I'll ruin the story by going any longer. This time, I hope, will satisfy you all because guess what?! NO HOMEWORK TONIGHT! YAYY! Hah. RRR!

Disclaimer : Don't own anything.. or anyone.. like Mike Seater, perhaps?

Chapter 3.

CPOV.

Come Friday, the second day of summer, Derek and I were all packed up for a month long trip. I had just finished packing the night before. The last thing I remember putting in my suitcase was my journal. The journal was nothing special, just an old, torn up, crumpled, blue notebook. It has history notes in it from the ninth grade at my old school. It also had the history of my life. From the beginning, when I hated Derek, to now, where I'm in love with him.

I took another gulp of my gallon of water. I had been working out all morning and reeked of body odor. I decided to go take a shower to wash off all my sweat and perhaps even wash out my secrets. I felt so dirty, no matter what I did, showered, went swimming, bathed. I always felt as if I was disgusting ever since I fell for him. And I fell hard.

Walking into the bathroom, I noticed steam on the mirror. Must be from Derek. I think I heard him showering as I was working out about twenty minutes ago.

I started to prepare from my long shower. I was in my underwear and bra as I heard someone struggling to open the door. Before I could react, the door swung open to reveal a very surprised Derek, smirk and all. He stood there, and almost looked happy at first, until his smirk returned.

"Casey McDonald, I knew that you wore padded bras.. but are the girls really that small?" Derek said evilly, and for a moment he looked as if it pained him to say that. Obviously not, though because right after I shot back a rude comment, he rebounded with an even more hurtful one.

"So desperate that you had to get undressed for your stepbrother? Oh, that's sad, Case, real sad." As soon as Derek said this, I grabbed a towel, threw it around me, and bolted out of the bathroom, into my room.

I sat there for hours. I cried for hours. Sure, Derek's made some rude statements to me before, but this, this just hurt me too much. I can't believe I'm in love with this man. This amazing man. This amazing and funny man. This amazing and funny and cute man. This man.. is my stepbrother. And I'm in love with him, and never will stop, no matter how wrong it is.

DPOV.

Casey. Half-naked. Insulted. By me. Whoa. Sam. I need Sam.

I dialed in the numbers to Sam's cell phone and listened to it ring. He picked up after about four rings. I sat there in my room, and quickly apologized to Sam about what happened. I earlier found out that we were in a fight about who would have won the wrestling match him and I had had when I found out he was dating Casey.

"Sam, I need your help. I don't know what it is, but something is going on. I-I-I- I jus-jus-just saw C-c-as-ey ha-lf-naked.." I tried to say. It still hasn't sunk in that what I saw was real.

"Slow down kid! I have more important things to deal with right now.. wait. Casey and half naked in the same sentence? SHIT. What happened?" responded Sam.

"Well, I left my $500.00 in my jeans which were on the bathroom floor so I went back to get them but when I went back in the bathrhoom I opened the door to a shriek and Casey hal-hal-half.."

"Naked. Wow. Wait, 500 dollars?! Where'd you get that?" questioned Sam.

"My lovely stepsister. She paid me to bring her to Hollywood with me, so she could meet a famous author that she loves. We're both leaving in an hour. How the hell am I supposed to survive with one hot stepsister, who looks amazingly good naked, for one month in a completely different country and famous state?!" I cried into the phone.

"Oh.. sweet deal. WAIT. You just said 'hot-stepsister.. looks amazingly good naked..' you aren't talking about Lizzie, right? Because that's wrong. I mean, Casey, sure, she does look good naked.. but Lizzie, just ew. No offense or anything, bro." joked Sam.

"Ha-ha, very funny. Wait.. I did say hot stepsister.. naked.. oh God. No."

"Sorry, dude, you're falling for Case. And am I really that funny, 'cause if I am I was thinking of trying out for a job as a comedian ---" The line was cut short. I hung up on Sam because what he said was true. He could read me like he's known me forever. Which he has. But how could he tell I liked Casey.. wait. Not even I knew that. Or did I? Ugh. This is so wrong. But how am I going to last in California for a whole month, with Casey McDonald, the stepsister that I apparently now like, is going to be with me? I mean, even if I really did even think about asking her out or something, it's not like she'd say yes. Casey was the only girl who could resist me. And I was turned on by that. Which made it all worse. If I felt turned on by her being turned off, then how could this work? She hates me, and I like her. More than a stepsister. Maybe if I change a bit over the vacation.. she'll think about accepting me. Yeah. That's it. Change for her, like you did for Kendra. Show her that you aren't always arrogant and dumb, you just have a reputation to keep a hold of. She'll see. Yeah, here comes the soft-Derek, Cali. Watch out, because I'm sure as hell going in for the kill this summer.

A/N – Hope you liked it. My idea for this chapter changed a bit after I wrote the second, so it's more of a realization-of-the-feelings chapter instead of full-on Dasey action. Au revior, (I don't know if I spelt that right..) and review!