Author's NoteI am terribly sorry for the incredibly long wait! It is definitely not like me to not post chapters. In fact I have dedicated some time on the side to try and finish this up but I don't really type too quickly. (A typing class might help that.) The reason I haven't been posting chapters is because I set a weekend aside for vacation, and then the weekend after that my sister and I went with our mom to visit colleges and we were all focused trying to decide the right college for us. Because I have quite the few AP classes and I am not used to so much homework and studying I was desperately trying to keep up with school work which is a challenge I have never really faced. So I am back! And hopefully no one hates me for the terribly long wait. In case anyone has forgotten, last chapter was about Casey contemplating what Emily meant by "I know a side of him that you don't know". Then dinner begins and Nora and George inform the kids that they will be gone over the weekend and Derek and Casey will be forced to work together and clean the house. Also they aren't allowed to leave the house unless they all go as a family. Lizzie is distraught about something and walks into the kitchen: that is where I will resume this now. Thanks for reading! .

DisclaimerBuddy buddy. Where have my buddies gone? MY tummy tummy. Is hungry for the rights to Life with Derek. and I have no Money money. So I guess I'll never own it own it. TOURETTS! AHAHAHAH. -Cough-.

"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" Casey said low and serenely so as not to worry Nora, still at the dinner table, but still express her concern for her sister. Lizzie let out a slow breathy sigh.

"Nothing really, just…That thing with Jamie. I talked to him and his brothers about it…" Lizzie turned on the faucet and started washing her plate off. Casey smiled at the fact she had took her advice.

"And what happened?" Lizzie started rinsing the plate of the soap.

"Jamie was automatically alright with me playing with him and his brothers. He suggested that we go talk to his brothers about it. So we did." She reached over and dried the plate, set it in the cupboard, and then held out her hand signaling for Casey to hand her plate over. Casey gave it to her and smiled.

"Thanks! Go on…" Lizzie continued as she washed Casey's plate.

"Well, we all went outside to play soccer and they placed me and Jordan, Jamie's younger brother who is the worst player out of them, on a team against Jamie and all his older brothers. Throughout the entire game they were all terribly mean to me and Jordan! The moment they scored a goal they scored another goal! Jamie was trying to be polite; I mean he still acted like it was just a game. After the game his brothers told me that I was obviously not fit to play sports because I'm a girl."

"What did Jamie say?" At this point Lizzie was starting to tear up and the plate was just hanging beneath running water helplessly. Casey's arm was instinctually placed around her little sister's shoulder for comfort.

"I don't know. I jumped his fence and jogged my way home. I was so humiliated." Casey raised her eyebrows.

"You ran home? How far away do they live?" Lizzie resumed washing the plate and wiped her eyes with her shoulder.

"Not too far. They only live a couple of streets over." Casey was about to say something sisterly and comforting, and almost as though Lizzie suspected it she spoke before her sister could. "I'm going to go to bed now. Hopefully I will just sleep on it and it will be okay in the morning. I like Jamie…But." Casey smiled. She knew what Lizzie meant. You may like someone a whole lot, but that doesn't mean they are the good person you thought they were.

As soon as Casey thought this she thought of Derek. Suddenly the words scrambled in her head. You may hate someone a whole lot, but that doesn't mean they are the bad person you thought they were. Lizzie left the room, and now Casey began once again to contemplate the whole thing with Emily and Derek. Her organized mind formed a list automatically:

-Why would it bother Derek that I said I hated him?

-Why would it bother Emily since she already knows I practically do?

-Why did Derek even bother to make sure that both He and I had tickets? He couldn't just accept mine. Not selfish?

-Why would Emily be mad that I wouldn't let him talk to me? Obviously they are talking like friends otherwise she wouldn't have known that. But she said that they didn't talk or hang out or even act like friends.

-Why would Derek have been walking to Emily's house after taking my letter?

-Why would Emily say that she knew a side I didn't?

-And even at dinner…he was only worried about having to do chores, not the fact that he would have to work with me…but then again he does get a chance to torture me like usual.

-I don't want to even think what I am about to think but…

-There are secrets going on.

…And…

-Does 'No Name' have something to do with this secret?

Derek walked in the kitchen mid-burp, and Casey snapped out of her thoughts. She looked at him suspiciously and cautiously as though he might have just figured out how to read minds. He looked at her and furrowed his eyebrows. After a few moments of staring at each other wondering what they were up to or thinking of, Casey left the kitchen to go to her bedroom.

The door closed behind her and beneath her feet was a letter reading "Casey".

"No Name…" She whispered to herself, "He writes pretty fast. Mom must have put this under my door when she checked the mail for bills after dinner". At the moment she had forgotten what she had written and what she was mad about. Her fingers opened the flap of the envelope and she pulled out the letter.

Casey,

Casey, Casey, Casey. You misjudge me. I didn't mean for you to get your panties in a bunch. I was just asking about your past, because I wanted to know more about you and the whole 'opinion thing' was me just trying to get you to tell me why you are the way you are. I ask you, not to make you angry, but to get you to tell me what you're all about. You are so open about your opinions but you haven't told anyone where it comes from or why you feel that way. You say Derek is your challenge? Sounds like the 'ultimate challenge' if he is like you say he is. He makes you see things you didn't see before, but you still don't like him? Why is that? How bad is he at home? Do you fight with him every night?...

The rest of that paragraph was a bunch of questions concerning her thoughts, opinions and feelings when it came to Derek. Casey's arms fell to the side, her right hand still gripping onto the letter. Why is he so interested in Derek and what I think of Derek? She continued reading as she sat herself on the foot of her bed. Instead of continuing with the first paragraph she moved onto the second.

I would like to share more about me with you. I have a problem. This weekend I won't be able to do something I really wanted to do! I was going to go to do some things with friends but I have to take care of the house because my family is going out of town and I didn't want to go. They said that I couldn't do anything outside of the house and I can't throw a party either because they didn't trust me. And I'll be honest; I've done bad things before. It's fun. (Something that's always interested me about you is that you are so good. It'd be fun to see you do something bad.) What would you do? I'm thinking of leaving the house and doing my duties before they get back. What I have planned is kind of a one-time thing. Not exactly, but something like it. Would you leave, despite morals and what you know is right, or would you stay and miss something that you had planned for a while and it magically fit in some random happening. Well almost…

Respond A.S.A.P. I will be coming by night so you don't see me, but don't think it too stalker-ish of me. I just don't want you to know yet and I saw that whole thing with Derek. I would have gotten the letter before he did if you weren't watching…

Put it in the crook of the tree.

No Name.

Casey set it beside her, contemplating what he meant about some random happening…But almost a random happening? More secrets to ponder on. Her life was starting to be consumed by secrets. She tried to worry about something else like Lizzie's problem with Jamie and his sexist brothers or how she wasn't going to see Coldspray but nothing seemed to be working because it all looped back together into a mysterious tangle of yarn.

So she decided to respond A.S.A.P.