I'm sorry! PLEASE forgive me for taking so long to update. I was completely stuck on where to go with this story, and personally, I don't think this is my best chapter, but yet, it's definitely not my worst.

Again, it's like a leading up to chapter. Next chapter is better, I think. And it will be up soooooon. cheer

Yes.

ER.

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Socks and Pop

"Excuse me, where are your men's socks?"

This girl, probably about my age, turns around, chewing on some gum.

Chomp, chomp, chomp.

Haha, the gum turned her mouth all purple.

Must. Not. Laugh.

She stares at me funny, looking at me up and down, and says, "Your not a guy."

"What?!" I ask her, staring down at my body. I laugh, and look up at her. "Then I've been buying the wrong underwear!"

Oh there she goes, giving me the "Are you crazy?" look.

I sigh loudly; I always get that look.

But seriously, do people not get humor anymore?

Like I would really think I was a guy….

"Um, follow me," she says, her eyes widening. "So, seriously, who are you buying the socks for? Your husband, or something, right?"

I glance at her nametag

"Yes, Danelle, I am buying them for my husband, Derek Venturi." I reply, smiling.

"Derek Venturi? I know him! He's in my grade. Whoa, he's married? Than why did he ask me out? Omigosh, I have to go tell my friends!" She squeaks, her mouth then hanging open.

I freeze.

Think of a plan!

"Just remember that Sam, which is me, told everybody."

"Um, okay."

Oh, there she goes, the little "What a Weirdo" look.

"Follow me," she says turning away.

I do, and she brings me to the men's socks

You know, men's socks are…kinda ugly.

I mean, they have no colors!

All white and…

…plain.

It hurts my eyes to look at them!

I turn away, covering my eyes, and when I open them, I realize a group of girls staring at me weird.

I wave.

They walk away.

I sigh, and walk over to the girls socks.

Ah, beautiful.

I must buy Derek some nice socks.

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I refuse to confront what happened an hour ago.

And I refuse to go home.

Even though I am excited to show Derek the cute pink socks I bought him!

I have been circling my house many times, trying to figure out what I'm going to say.

Maybe I could convince him that I never even said that I was trying to make him jealous!

Yes! It's perfect!

Mwahahaha!

I run into my house, up the stairs, and dash into his room.

He sits up from his bed, and takes off his headphones.

"Derek, I never told you I was trying to make you jealous!" I tell him, sitting on his bed across from him.

Oh my, I don't think he is going to buy it…but you know, he might. Derek, if you haven't noticed, is not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

He stares at me, not saying anything.

I stare back at him, not knowing what to think.

"Derek?" I whisper after ten minutes, and he looks down at his hands.

Seriously, TEN minutes.

We were just staring at each other.

Hmm, you know, now that I think about it, I think he was possibly trying to memorize my face.

Because he kept looking all over my face…

…I bet he is going to kill me. And that's why he kept staring at my face; because he won't be able to look at me anymore…

…because I'll be dead!

He leans forward, and I lean back. I lose my balance and fall off the bed, screaming dramatically the whole way down.

I pop my head up, and blush.

"Are you okay?" Derek asks, trying not to laugh.

I throw something from the floor at him, mumbling that I am fine.

Which is a lie, because I am not fine.

I sit on his floor, and lean against his wall, closing my eyes.

"Oh Derek," I say, trying to sound wise, "what I said earlier was a mix up. I thought you were Max. You know, you two look a lot alike…"

"We look nothing alike!" Derek says, coming down and sitting next to me. "Plus, I thought you said that that never happened."

"Oh right," I reply, "Yeah, it never happened."

"Casey, you know I'm not buying that, right?" He asks, turning his head to look at me.

I open my eyes and turn my head towards him.

He is so close to me.

If I "accidentally fell" are lips would touch.

Perfect.

I realize I'm staring at his lips, so I force my eyes to meet his.

"I know," I whisper.

C'mon, Derek.

Kiss me!

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

I lick my lips, and he starts to lean towards me.

"I have to pee!" I blurt out, standing up.

I dash out of there, leaving both of us confused.

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My head has a massive bruise on it.

Probably because for the last two hours, all I have been doing is banging my head against the wall.

Why would I leave?

Why, why, why?!

Derek was leaning into kiss me, and I ran away?

I am never leaving my room again.

Well, I must get back to my head banging…

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After I woke up from my long 13 hour "nap", it was 3 AM and I had an awful headache.

Maybe I will break the "no leaving room" to go get some aspirin.

And brownies!

Wait, no, I forgot I am punishing myself with no brownies for a week.

So I will have to settle for brownie ice cream…

I skip happily to the kitchen, grab the ice cream carton, a spoon, and skip back up the stairs, forgetting all about my headache.

I (difficulty) open my door, and drop my carton when I see Derek sleeping.

I look around.

Wait; this isn't my room.

Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well enjoy the scenery…

I sit on Derek's computer chair, gazing at his sleeping form.

Ah; he looks so cute sleeping.

You know, I'm getting kinda sleepy.

Even though I just slept for 13 hours.

Maybe I'll close my eyes for a second…

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"Er, Casey?"

"Mmm, leave me alone." I mumble.

My eyes crack open after a second.

"Why am I on your floor?" I ask, "And why do I have sticky goo all over me?"

Derek wipes some off my face and tastes it.

Yuck.

"I think it's brownie ice cream," he says, pointing the empty carton of ice cream.

"Oh right! See, last night I had a horrible headache, so I grabbed ice cream, came to my room, which turned out to be your room, and then I thought I would watch you sleep…" my voice fades, and my cheeks turn bright red.

We sit in an uncomfortable silence.

Hmm, I wonder what ice cream tastes like melted and skin flavored…

I act like I am scratching my face, and then bring it to my mouth.

Hmm, not bad.

I mean, it's not as bad as you think it would be.

Ha, I like the brownie chunks.

They actually taste like real brownies!

"What are you doing?" Derek asks, raising his eyebrows.

I put my tongue back in my mouth, and swallow. "Nothing, really. But later me and Emily are going on a double date," I say, changing the subject.

"With who?"

Now here's a thing about a lie; you should really plan out every possible angle before blurting out something stupid.

"Uh, blind."

"What?"

"It's, you know, a blind date," I say.

Sometimes even I amaze myself.

"You can come, if you want."

And sometimes I can't believe how stupid I am.

"But we're seeing a girlie movie, so I don't know if you even want to come…"

"No, no. I have a date with Danelle tonight, anyway."

Oh, right. Danelle.

"Oh, Danelle can't come. I- Sam told her you guys were married or something like that," I stutter, rolling my eyes.

"Isn't it illegal to be married at 16?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"Well, Derek, I should get going. Ta-ta!"

Ta-ta?

Oh my, I am quite stupid.

I run to my room and dial Emily's number.

"Hello?"

"Emily! Hey, listen wanna have a double date tonight?"

"Oh, I can't, me and Sheldon are having are one-year anniversary tonight. Maybe tomorrow?"

"No, no. Well, thanks anyway," I say sadly.

Hmm, well I guess I always could go just me and my date and Derek and his thing.

Now all I need is a date.

Hmm, there's so little to choose from…

Maybe I could just tell Derek that my date is invisible.

I mean, there is such a thing as invisible people.

Okay, no there isn't, but really, I bet I could get Derek to believe there was!

Or….

I pick up the phone and dial quickly.

"Hey, Tinker. Can you do me a favor?"

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"I know, I can't believe that you got your foot stuck there!" I say to Derek, laughing lightly.

It's then when I realize that my date is missing.

"Derek, where did Tinker go?" I ask, looking around.

I swear he was next to me 10 seconds ago…

"Omigod, Casey, he told you ten minutes ago that he had to go, it's getting late, shouldn't we be going, Derek?" Addy, Derek's date, says.

"Aw. C'mon, Ad, we're having fun, right?"

"Uh, no, you and Casey are. All I have been doing is watching you two flirt like mad with each other!" She says, grabbing her purse and standing up.

"God, aren't you guys, like, stepsiblings?" She leans over at me and says, "Look, I don't care if you guys are step-whatever's, but c'mon, Casey. Derek is obviously too big of a chicken to make the first move. You should. And you need a breath mint."

Derek coughs uncomfortably, and I stare at him.

Yeah; he made the first move. Me, being the dumb girl that I am, ran away.

"Well, bye," Addy says, walking away.

"She seemed…pleasant," I said, trying to contain my giddiness that Derek's date left.

"She's right, you know," Derek says.

She is?

Yes she is!

We need to get together, Derek!

I won't run away anymore!

Come over here and kiss me, you big ape!

"You do need a breath mint!"

Oh.

Well, that wasn't very nice…

"Whoa what's that?" I ask, pointing behind him.

When he turns around, I pour ten packets of salt in his pop.

"What?" He asks, still turned around.

Hmm, what else could go in there?

"It's behind that one girl," I reply, opening and pouring lots of creamer in it.

He turns around, just after I dumped everything onto the floor.

I take a sip of my Coke happily, and wait for him to take a sip of his.

I realize he's looking behind me with shock in his eyes, so I turn around to see what he's looking at.

"What're you looking at, Derek?" I ask, only seeing a very annoyed waitress.

I turn back around and take another sip of my drink, and then spit it out all over Derek.

"You switched them!" I say, wiping off my tongue with a napkin. "Ugh, that was nasty! Why would you do that?"

"You were going to do that to me!" He replies, wiping off his face.

Hmm…

"Touché."

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Again, I know it's not my best, but I would (very much) appreciate if you still tell me what you think. (:

I am sad to say that my fuzzy chair broke yesterday. Me and Nick were both sitting in it, and then my 2-year-old nephew (yes, I'm ALREADY a Aunt at the age of 14 :-O) decides it would be cool to jump off my bed and onto me and Nick. And then, sadly, it ripped.

Oh well. It'd be silly (and cruel) to be mad at a two-year old, now wouldn't it?

OH, and everyone knows that pop is the same thing as SODA right?

Because dance nationals last year I went to Las Vegas, and I would go to someplace and ask what kind of pop they had, and they seemed confused :--P

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