Hey guys!
Again, thank you SO much for all the reviews! Almost two hundred comments with only seven chapters, you rock :)
Harry Potter 5 was absolutely amazing, I LOVED it. And to those of you who saw it: didn't Luna totally kick ass? Haha…she was awesome :)
Anyways, I was watching this video about Michael and Ashley a few days ago and it was the CUTEST thing! It was Ashley's birthday and she called him the love of her life and her best friend and then he sat on her lap and kissed her cheek. (Sad sigh) they are so cute together!
So, I figured I'd update once more before I leave for Denver to pick up my friend at the airport tomorrow. She'll be here for about three weeks, so if my updates are slower, that's why. But I PROMISE to update!
Without further adieu, here's Chapter 8.
R&R and please, no flames!
Peace, Love, & Cheerios!
-degrassichick :)
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Chapter 8
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Derek Michael Venturi is dead.
He is so very, very, very dead.
Chuck glances over at me and my heart falls to the pit of my stomach.
His eyes widen. "Caitlin?"
"Casey." Lizzie answers for me, snorting.
Derek's eyes widen, and Chuck's narrow.
"Casey?" he spits. "I hate that name."
"Then you probably hate my sister." Marti says, crossing her arms over her chest.
Chuck gives them a hard look but sends me a dopey smile as he steps closer towards me, "But I love Caitlin."
He places an arm over my shoulder and I shiver at the touch.
Did I mention to you that I am going to personally murder Derek?
I send an angered expression towards Derek.
And he smiles.
He smiles at my pain.
"Wow, Derek. I won Casey the greatest bear ever!" I hear Andrew say happily. I look up and see him coming over to Derek, a giant, white bear in tow.
He got that for me?
Aww…isn't he perfect?
Derek doesn't even look Andrew's way, his eyes glued to me as Chuck begins to whisper "sweet nothings" (in his world, at least. To me, all I'm hearing is, "Ooh, Caitlin girl. You look so hot. You should totally go over to my place. I live with Tiffanie, but the basement is all mine.") in my ear. I cringe.
Andrew looks over towards me and his eyes widen. "Hey pal!" he exclaims, dropping the bear and stomping over towards Chuck. "Get your hands off of my fiancé!"
Chuck glances over at him, running his eyes up and down his body before snorting, "Your fiancé? Caitlin is with that little twerp over there…but not for long." He says, grinning against my cheek.
I squirm away from him, before suddenly, my stomach knots up at the thought of what Chuck just said.
I glance over towards Derek, and his eyes are as widened as I think is humanly possible.
"What?" Andrew scoffs. "Derek is Casey's stepbrother."
"I know." Chuck snorts, "Isn't it sick?"
Oh, God.
Andrew scoffs, "Listen, jerk. Casey is my fiancée; and if you touch her, so help me God, I will hurt you."
"Oh yeah?" Chuck guffaws, "How?"
Andrew narrows his eyes at him. "Oh, you don't want to know." He says, poking him in the chest with his index finger.
I can hear Derek laughing in the background. As if he has any room to laugh. He would never defend me.
Suddenly, I hear a very familiar giggle coming from behind me.
It belongs to Marti.
Chuck tightens his grip around me, "I love Caitlin. And she is going to be with me. Not with some blonde kid who got lost on his way to the nearest country club."
Andrew shakes his head at Chuck in disgust, "First off, her name is Casey. And second, there are no country clubs around here, you stupid."
Then, there is another burst of laughter from behind me.
Lizzie.
What is wrong with them?
I hear the bells hanging above the entrance to the arcade chime, and the next words I hear are, "Derek? What's going?"
It's a female voice.
Great…it's Amy.
She jogs over towards are little group that is forming in the center of the arcade and turns towards me, "Hi Casey…oh God!" she exclaims and jumps back at the sight of Chuck. "I mean…hello there!"
"This is Derek's fiancée." Andrew says, grabbing Amy's shoulder. He then turns towards her, "Big Bubba over here thought that Casey and Derek were together. Isn't that crazy?"
Amy laughs nervously, "Entirely crazy." She shoots a suspicious look towards Derek before making her way back towards him.
A boy in his mid-twenties appears beside us, he is wearing the same shirt as Chuck, only his is purple while Chuck's is turquoise (yes, he is wearing turquoise, I don't make this stuff up!), it sports the logo "Broadway Billiards" in the upper left corner. "Chuck…" he says sternly. "We've been over this…"
Chuck releases me from his grip; and due to the loss of weight against me, I tumble into Andrew, who wraps his arms around me protectively. I can hear Derek snorting in the background.
"No harassing paying customers, not even on breaks or lunch shifts." Chuck recites, rolling his eyes.
The boy nods, "And…?"
Chuck groans, "Always apologize to customers to which I harass."
The boy widens his eyes and nods his head once, as if to say "well?"
"Sorry Caitlin." He mumbles, turning towards me.
"Casey." I correct him.
He grimaces, "Right." He turns to Andrew, "Sorry Little Dude."
Andrew nods in understanding, "Actually, it's Andre-"
"Like it matters." Chuck cuts him off before walking away, the boy in purple following closely behind.
Andrew picks up the bear and shakes it towards Chuck, "That jerk. He deserves whatever comes to him."
"That was Chuck?" Amy asks, laughing. "Wow. I thought you made him up, Derek."
…Amy knows about Chuck?
Derek told Amy about our Chuck?
Oh God, I did I seriously just say our Chuck?
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"So, how was the afternoon?" Amy asks with a laugh, as she climbs into the passenger seat of my Jeep. Edwin and Marti are sitting in the backseat. Casey and Andrew had taken Casey's car back to our house.
"How did it look?" Marti snorts.
"Hilarious." Edwin answers, chuckling.
Amy laughs, "Did you see the look on Casey's face when I asked about Chuck?"
"Yeah." I say, turning towards her. "You could have blown our cover."
"Oh please." Amy says, rolling her eyes. "If anything, Casey's just going to get jealous because she thinks that you have told her everything about your life…even the things that you two experienced together."
"Wow, Amy." Edwin says, "That was very philosophical of you."
Amy wrinkles her nose, breaking into a grin. "Thanks! I guess being a psych major pays off."
"And it makes sense." Marti says approvingly.
Edwin nods, as we pull out of the parking lot, Casey's off-white, Beetle convertible following after us. "So, when are you guys going to drop the charade?"
Amy shrugs, "Before Casey gets married, I'd hope." She says, "And…Daniel gets home right around the time of their wedding. So I have to be home when he gets home."
"I have to kick it up a notch." I declare. "I have to make Casey sickly jealous. So jealous, in fact, that she wants to rip the clothes right off of me and take me right in front of everyone at the dinner table, including a very oblivious Andrew, who would think that we were showing a random act of sibling love…very hot, step-sibling love."
"Derek!" Marti, Edwin, and Amy all exclaim.
"Innocent ears!" Marti cries out.
My eyes widen. I seriously did just say that in front of my little brother, little sister, and fake fiancé.
I am a sick, sick man.
"Sorry, sorry." I mutter.
Amy changes the subject, turning towards me, "So, how do you plan on 'kicking it up a notch'?"
An idea pops in my head, and I feel a grin spreading out on my face.
Edwin leans over the seat to look at me, before turning to Amy. "I know that grin, that is a bad grin."
Amy cringes, nodding, "Yeah. I know."
Marti laughs, clapping her hands together. "I love it!"
Amy's eyes widen and she turns to face her, "Just how twisted are you?"
"Oh," Edwin says darkly, "very."
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"So, that was crazy today, wasn't it?" Andrew asks, as he lies on my bed, watching me brush my hair.
"Yeah," I say, "I didn't expect to ever see Chuck again."
He laughs, "How did you know him in the first place?"
My heart sinks, as I think of all the memories Derek and I had with Chuck.
"Uh…high school." I answer, "I went out on a date with him."
Andrew's eyes widen, "You dated him? Casey, why?"
"It was a bet." I say, cringing.
Well, it's not a total lie.
Andrew smirks, "I see. Well, he is a total jerk."
I laugh, "He's kind of misunderstood."
"Kind of?" Andrew asks, his voice squeaking.
I sit my brush down and lean over my bed to give him a kiss. He pulls me down beside me and kisses me deeply as I wrap my arms around his neck.
All thoughts of Chuck and Derek fly out the window.
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"How far do I have to go?" Amy groans as we prepare to head downstairs for dinner.
I shrug, "A kiss on the cheek, ruffle my hair; nothing too drastic."
"Well, duh." Amy says, rolling her eyes. "Just a cheek though, I am never aiming for the lips."
"Good." I declare, "I don't want you to."
"Which is great, because I don't want to." Amy fires back.
I roll my eyes and throw my arm around her shoulders, making our way towards the stairs, "Let's rock this bitch."
Amy glances up at me, laughing. "Never say that again."
"Hi Derek, Amy!" Nora says, smiling as she sits down at the table.
Casey and Andrew are directly across from the only two available seats at the table.
Oh, the possibilities!
"Hey Nora." Amy says happily, sitting in the chair directly across from Andrew.
This means, that I have to sit directly across from Casey…all the more perfect, actually.
I sit down and Casey glances up at me momentarily, causing my heart to sink and my stomach to tighten.
Her eyes shift back down towards her plate as the family begins to eat.
Andrew begins an animated conversation about something that happened on his dad's yacht last summer, and I am suddenly in a need for social power.
I really just always need the attention on me, it's a problem.
"Amy, you look gorgeous tonight." I say, and nuzzle my face against her cheek.
Well, this is already awkward.
Amy bursts out laughing. She's the most ticklish person I have ever met.
"Thanks babe." She says, immediately jumping into her role as the 'doting fiancé'. "I got this dress at Marc Jacobs."
For the record: Amy's never stepped foot in Mark Jacobs. In fact, she hates everything that high-end stores stand for and everything in them.
"Amy," Dad cuts in, "wasn't it you that, just over Christmas, said that just one dress from that store could buy a whole batch of kids in a third world country school books?"
Amy's face holds a deer-in-the-headlights expression. "Well…yes. But, I decided to splurge just once." She says, holding a small smile.
"Humph," is the sound coming from Casey's lips.
Nora smiles at Amy politely, "Every girl should do that from time to time."
"Then where is my trip to Mark Jacobs?" Marti pipes up, whipping her head towards Nora.
Nora gives Marti a pat on the head, "Sometime this summer, maybe."
"Fine." Marti pouts. "But we're going to Chanel, not Mark Jacobs."
"Okay." Nora laughs.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Amy shoot a look towards Casey. Next thing I know, her fingers are raking through my hair and her head is resting on my shoulder.
Casey's eyes narrow.
This is perfect.
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Amy shops at Chanel & Mark Jacobs, Amy goes to an Ivy League school, Amy is perfect.
I hate her.
I watch as she pecks him on the cheek and ruffles his hair, turning and grinning at the family, her nose is wrinkled and her smile is wide, showcasing her toothpaste-ad-perfect teeth.
Derek turns towards her and smiles as if she is the only person in the room.
I remember that look; it used to be my look.
She steals everything.
Derek is marrying a thief! I'm not sure if he's aware of this.
I find my hand resting delicately on Andrew's shoulder, and I lean in and nibble on his ear.
Derek raises an eyebrow and slides an arm over Amy's shoulder.
Oh, you want a war, Mr. Venturi?
I kiss Andrew lightly on the corner of his mouth, my eyes looking straight into Derek's.
Andrew glances at me suspiciously, "Babe, what are you doing?" he asks quietly, as to not disrupt the entire table.
Like it matters, I'm sure they're all staring at us by now.
Especially since Derek is now massaging his hand over Amy's shoulder and mumbling into her ear, while she laughs.
I turn and grab Andrew into a heated kiss.
Andrew shoves me off, "Casey, what are you doing?" he hisses.
"Not going to kiss your own fiancée, Andrew?" Marti asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking.
"Well, I believe that some things are meant to be behind closed doors." Andrew explains.
"So, you're opposed to PDA?" Amy asks.
Andrew gives her a confused expression, "PDA…?"
"Public display of affection." Edwin and Lizzie both wind up saying, complete with matching eye rolls.
"Oh." Andrew says, "Then yes, I am deeply opposed to public displays of affection."
Amy smirks, "I'm not." She says before leaning in and kissing Derek's neck.
Derek's eyes widen and he glances down at her, as does the rest of the table. She breaks away from his neck and grins at him, raising her eyebrows.
Derek mouths something to her that I can't read, and she mouths something else that looks like 'it's okay'.
Next thing I know, their lips are locked. And I can feel my stomach churning.
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Okay, I definitely didn't plan that ending…lol
Anyways, I wrote the better-half of this chapter while listening to Fergie: The Dutchess and drinking a Starbucks strawberries & cream frappuccino (YUM!)
Anyways, like I said, I promise to update while my friend is here!
Hope you liked it!
R&R and please, no flames!
Peace, Love, & Cheerios!
-degrassichick :)
