I DO NOT OWN LIFE WITH DEREK !

She's so pretty, and she's so sure...
But; maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her.

"Good morning sunshine." Casey said as Derek walked into the kitchen, looking half alive.

"My head hurts." He mumbled.

"I bet it does." She said, rolling her eyes, and placing a bowl of oatmeal in front of him. "I'll get you an aspirin." She said, looking through the box sitting on the counter. "It would be a lot easier to find if somebody put it in the cabinet." Casey said, glaring at him over her shoulder.

"Look, me and Sam brought in all the boxes, it wont hurt you to put the stuff where it belongs." Derek mumbled into his hands.

"Here." Casey said, setting down a bottle of aspirin, and a glass of orange juice.

"What time is it?"

"About 9 o' clock." Casey said, sitting in the chair across from him. "You have work in an hour." She reminded him.

"Yea." He said, popping two aspirin into his mouth.

"Umm, Guys?" Emily said, walking into the kitchen. Her face looked like she had to say something that would make them mad, this scared Casey.

"What?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"We probably shouldn't paint when were drunk anymore." She said, biting her lip.

"Oh, God...." Casey whispered, putting her hand over her head. "What's it look like?" She asked, scared of the answer.

"Well, first off our paint wasn't white... It was light orange."

Casey held her eyes shut tight.

"But, Derek's, on the other hand was white." Emily said. "So there's a few spots that are white, a few spots that are orange, and we should definitely put down a tarp next time." She whispered.

Casey pushed her chair out of the table, and prepared for the worst, walking into the living room. As she opened her eyes, the first thing to come out of her mouth was, "Oh, Its horrible!"

The floor was covered in orange and white paint, along with the steps, and the wall was orange with white paint splatters all over it.

"No more drinking and painting in the dark." Sally said from behind them.

When Sam and Derek walked in, they couldn't help but laugh. It looked like a five year old broke into their house and painted for them. The girls were trying so hard not to laugh, they were giving it their all, but they just couldn't help it.

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"Thanks for the ride." Sally said from the passenger seat.

"Anytime." Casey said through a smile. Even though she wasn't very fond of Sally, she was still nice to her, even if she didn't want to be.

She watched Sally from the corner of her eye. She watched as her hair blew back in the wind, she looked so pretty in her high heels and V-neck tank top and her hair down, and curly, as apposed to Casey in her green scrubs and tight bun.

"What do you think about me and Derek getting back together?" Sally asked her, bluntly.

"Um, I don't know." Casey said honestly. "Does he like you?" She asked, curiously.

"I'm sure of it." Sally said, smiling slyly.

Casey felt something in her heart, but she didn't know what it was. For some reason, she didn't want them back together. "I think its a great idea." She lied.

"Cool, so I was thinking, after I get out of work, I would go over to the school he's coaching at, and bring some dinner or something, and we can talk." Sally said, as they pulled up to the building Sally worked at.

"Sounds good." Casey said through her fake smile as Sally got out of the car and waved. She watched her walk to the building, and waited until she was inside, than pulled out her phone.

Casey wasn't going to let it happen. She wasn't going to let them get back together. Casey McDonald always went with her gut, and her gut just didn't feel right about them. She whipped out her phone and dialed a familiar number. Sally was pretty sure that this plan would work, but Casey was much more clever than she was.

"Hi, This is Casey McDonald.... I was just calling in sick today.... Yea, we were painting the house last night, and the paint fumes got really bad, apparently my friends never heard of a window... Yea, horrible headaches, and my stomach's a little upset." She lied to her boss, as she pulled out of the driveway. She really didn't even know if paint fumes could do that to her, but right now, she didn't care, it was the best she could think of. "I should be in tomorrow... Alright.... Bye." She said, then flipped the phone shut.

As soon as it disconnected, she opened it again, and dialed another number. "Hi, my name is Casey McDonald, I live with Derek Venturi.... Yes, at his new house... I was just calling in sick for him, he's really sick... Well, it's food poisoning, I take full responsibly, I'm not a very good cook...." She lied... again.

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"Alright, boys, I'm leaving, try not to burn down the house." Emily said, grabbing her keys off of the table.

"Bye mom." Sam said sarcastically, and Derek rolled his eyes.

Once Emily was gone, Sam turned to Derek, who was sitting on the couch. "Don't you have work?" Sam asked.

"In a half hour." Derek said, turning on the TV.

"Same." Sam said, plopping down next to him. After a few minutes of silence between the two, Sam finally turned off the TV, and looked Derek into the eyes.

"Look, I know you don't want to talk about it, but what went on with you and Casey the other day?" Sam asked, and instantly Derek's cheeks turned pink.

"Dude, It weas nothing." He lied.

"D, I know you, It was something..." Sam said, not being able to hind the smirk from his lips, and soon enough, Derek was smirking too.

"It's not like she's my sister," Derek started. "I mean, we have barely seen each other since we went off to college, so I definitely don't see her that way anymore." Derek confessed.

"So how do you see her?" Sam asked, and the smile of Derek's face got bigger.

"As the hot girl who I am totally gonna have in less than a week." Derek said. "Two weeks tops."