Hey readers! So sorry that this post was longer than most! Anyways, the producer of the podcast wrote me again and kind of told me what the podcast will be about, apparently Michael and Ashley will be talking about how they read all of these fan fictions and then they are going to act out scenes from their favorites. So it should be pretty exciting! I can't wait to see OOtB acted out:)

Anyways, here is Chapter 10.

R&R and please, no flames!

Peace, Love, & Cheerios!

-degrassichick :)

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Chapter 10

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I, Casey McDonald, am making out with Derek Venturi.

The same Derek Venturi that I dated for a year.

The same Derek Venturi that I unfortunately have to call my stepbrother.

The same Derek Venturi that hates my fiancé, who I'm supposed to be marrying in less than two weeks.

Oh my God.

I. AM. A. WHORE.

Of course, these thoughts running through my mind do not make me in any way, shape, or form, stop him or push him away from me.

Instead, my arms are wrapped around his neck and my lips are crushed against his. Derek backs me up so I am standing against the pantry door, our bodies meshed together like an imperfect puzzle piece.

I rake my hands through his scruffy hair and he groans against me, "Casey." I hear him huskily murmur.

My stomach begins to knot up and I cling to him tighter.

Why am I kissing him? I honestly don't know.

Because, quite frankly, I hate the jackass. But, GOD! His lips always look so damn inviting; you honestly can't blame me or disagree with me on this.

My eyes blink open momentarily, and I find myself face-to-face with the sparkling diamond ring on my finger.

What the hell am I doing?

I shove Derek off of me.

Derek sends me a confused look.

"I can't do this." I murmur, shoving past him and starting out of the kitchen.

"Little late for that, Case." Derek calls after me. "What's done is done, you have officially cheated."

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him, "Yeah? Well, so have you. We're even, and we are now going to pretend it never happened, o-kay?"

Derek rakes a hand through his hair, and I swear that I see a look of hurt in his eyes.

HA! Serves him right for what he did to me.

"Whatever." He mutters, shoving past me. "Goodnight, Casey."

I cross my arms over my chest and groan, tilting my head back.

I am a bad person.

My lips tingle; I can still feel his pressed against my own.

I am a very bad person.

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Casey McDonald kissed me.

She kissed me.

True, as soon as she muttered "Go to Hell, Venturi" to me, I knew I was going to kiss her.

But, she beat me to the punch-line.

HA!

And now? Now she's taking it all back.

I make my way up the stairs and into my bedroom and shut my door behind me, grabbing my phone and quickly text messaging Amy.

Engaged prude recently made out with dangerously beautiful hockey player in kitchen

I am surprised to see a text message pop back up within from Amy within moments.

Amy is never up past 2 AM.

Aw, Casey and Sam?

She has to be kidding. I know Amy, of course she's kidding. I'm sure she's kidding. She has to be. Isn't she?

…yeah, of course she is.

Oh, Amy, always such the comedian.

Another message from her pops up quickly.

You mean…ANDREW and Sam? Oh my…!

Is she or is she not the worst best friend a guy could possibly have? Honestly! I can't believe we've been best friends for as long as we have!

Amy Lanae Hunter…

Suddenly my phone begins vibrating against me, signaling a phone call. Amy's name and picture pops up on the screen.

As soon as I click on, I hear her voice.

"So, you kissed her?" she asks.

I chuckle, "Actually, no."

She gasps. "So it was Sam!"

My eyes narrow, even though she can't see me. But, boy, do I wish she could. I am using some of my best 'evil' looks right now and nobody is in the vicinity to even be able to WITNESS them!

"Amy." I groan.

She laughs, "I'm kidding! So, what happened?"

"Casey kissed me." I reply.

The line is dead.

I wait for a reply for another moment, and it is still silent.

"Ames?"

"OH MY GOD!" she exclaims, "She seriously kissed you?"

I smirk, "Yeah, she did."

"Oh my God." She laughs, "That is great, D!"

See? I knew there was a reason why she was my best friend…and fiancé (and cough, and cough).

"Yeah, I know. It got pretty heated…right up until she shoved me off of her."

"She clearly chugged too much NyQuil before bed."

I roll my eyes, "Again, Amy, such a comedian."

She giggles on the other line. "That's really great, though, Derek. But, you know this is far from over."

I groan, "Trust me, I know.'

"You really have to be kicking it up a notch."

"Which means that you have to be kicking it up a notch."

She sighs, "True, true. But, I am not having sex with you."

I smirk, "You say that now…"

"Derek Michael!" she exclaims, laughing. "You're lucky I even kissed you tonight."

"Which I'm still shocked about, might I add." I reply, thinking about the kiss between us from earlier tonight. Honestly, it felt more like kissing my sister. Which is weird, because I've made out with Casey plenty of times and never have I felt like I have been kissing my sister…when she pretty much is my sister. But, Casey and I never talked about that.

Amy laughs, "I would be too. You were kissed my two gorgeous girls in one night, D. This must be a new record for you."

"Ha. Ha. Ha." I bitterly reply.

"Anyways," she says, "I'm not sure what we can do. But we have to come up with something that will really push her over the edge."

I nod, falling back against on my bed. "We just have to figure out what…"

A few moments of silence, and I hear a gasp on the other line. I can tell Amy is grinning as the words drop from her lips, "D, I am brilliant."

I grin in return, "That is just what I like to hear."

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I can't believe I kissed him.

How could I kiss him?

I'm engaged! He's my ex! And my stepbrother!

I'm sick. I'm so unbelievably, mentally ill. I have to be. There is no other explanation for my actions tonight.

And what am I going to do around Andrew tomorrow?

Oh, God.

I can hear Derek on the phone with Amy, every time he laughs at something she says, my fists clench. She's not that funny, and she's certainly not that pretty. I seriously think he paid her to pretend to be his fiancé to spite me or something. Derek would never go for a girl like that.

He needs a girl who will put up with him and calm him down, not a girl who acts like him and winds him up! We always balanced each other out. He helped me loosen up and I helped him tighten up.

And now?

Wow. We're basically dating ourselves.

Amy's just like Derek, and Andrew is as together as I am.

You know, that is really sad.

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning." I hear Derek say from his bedroom. He then chuckles, "Talk to ya later, Ames."

Ames.

He calls her Ames.

Is that not the sickest thing you've ever heard?

Okay, so it's definitely not the sickest, but God!

I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the headboard of my bed.

I glance over to my nightstand and see the picture sitting in the frame of me and Lizzie. The picture of me and my sister is not the picture that was originally in that sterling silver frame. I lean over and pluck the frame up, tracing my fingers over the hearts that are engraved in each corner, lined with rhinestones. I spin my finger around the back of the frame, opening it up as a picture falls into my lap; the original picture that was in the frame. I pick it up, and even with just the cast of the moonlight shining through my window; I can perfectly tell what the picture is.

It's of Derek and me from grade twelve. We are lying on his bed, Derek has his arms stretched behind his head and I have my head on his shoulder, my eyes glancing up at him and a smile playing on my face.

I gulp and sit the picture down as one lonely tear slides down my cheek.

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"Casey's going to murder you when she finds out how much shit you've been doing to her." Marti says, smirking as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Language…" I demand, shaking my head at her from where she is leaning against my door frame.

She rolls her eyes but laughs, "So what's your next plan of action, oh, great one?"

Oh, great one…I like the sound of that.

"You'll just have to wait and see." I say in a sing-song voice, from where I am typing on my laptop.

"Just a hint?" she asks, pouting her lip.

"Nope."

She sighs, "Smerek…"

My head pops up, "Oh, no you don't. Don't think that just because you said the forsaken nickname that I am going to tell you what mine and Amy's oh-so-brilliant scheme is."

She shrugs, "Okay. Smerek."

Demon child, she is.

I point a finger at her, "Marti, I swear-"

"Sm-"

"Fine!" I choke out. "My God!"

"Our God." She corrects me, smiling triumphantly as she plops down at the foot of my bed. "So what's the plan?"

I sigh, rubbing my hands together, "Okay, so you know how some girlfriend's are really high-maintenance and demanding?"

Marti nods, "You mean those girlfriends that nobody can ever understand why anybody would be with?"

I nod, "Exactly."

A smile slowly crawls up Marti's face, "No way."

I nod, "Amy is officially one of those girlfriends."

"Oh my God!" she exclaims, grinning. "Casey is going to hate that."

I grin. "Precisely while she'll try to break us up."

Marti shakes her head at me, smiling. "I am so proud to call you my brother."

"As you very well should be."

I hear the door knock downstairs, followed by a, "Hey Amy!" from Edwin.

This is followed by a very demanding, "Where's Derek?"

Marti wiggles her eyebrows at me, her brown hair sloping in front of her eye, "It's show-time."

The door swings open and Amy grins at me, closing the door behind her quickly, "You're so lucky I've taken acting classes."

Marti giggles, "Amy the Bitch, this I've gotta see."

Amy smirks, plopping down on my lap and sighing. "I should really be getting paid for this."

"What?" I ask nonchalantly, "The pride of knowing that you're helping out a friend in need isn't enough for you?"

She glances at me and scoffs, grinning. "You're kidding, right?"

I raise an eyebrow at her and she laughs, swatting me. "I'm kidding."

Marti rubs her hands together, "Well, I'm going to head downstairs. You guys can't hide up here forever, and I can't wait to see Casey's face when she sees what you have up your sleeves."

She hops up from my bed and traipses out of my bedroom, giving us one final wink before disappearing out the door.

"Der-ek." Amy muttered in a whiny voice.

I send her a confused glance, "What?"

She shakes her head, hopping off my lap. "Nothing, just practicing."

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"Amy is acting really weird." Edwin mutters as we all sit around the living room.

"How?" Andrew asks confusingly.

He shrugs, "She's just acting very…bitchy."

HA! A flaw in the perfect Amy!

"Maybe it's her time of the month." Lizzie mutters, tossing a look at Andrew.

Andrew laughs, "Just because I didn't know when Casey has her monthly visit from her Aunt Flow, doesn't mean-"

"Andrew!" I choke out, my eyes widened.

He glances over at me with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong?"

"Could you not?" I ask, wincing.

He sends me an apologetic look and kisses my cheek, "Sorry, love."

"Hey party people!" I hear Marti say happily as she bounces down the stairs and plops down into Derek's beloved recliner.

"Are Amy and Derek coming down any time soon?" Lizzie asks.

"Have no fear, we are here!" a female voice exclaims as soon as the words drop from Lizzie's lips.

I glance towards the stairs in due time to see Derek and Amy making their way down the stairs, Amy's hands is resting over Derek's arm and she has a very sly smile on her face.

"Hey Amy!" Andrew says happily.

"Hello Andrew." Amy says as they enter the living room, she glances over towards Derek, "Der-Bear…could you get me some water?"

He smiles down at her cheekily, "Glass or bottle?"

What. The Hell?

She crosses her arms over her chest, "What do you think? Bottle, duh."

He nods and hurries into the kitchen.

Amy glances towards us and smiles happily as Derek returns to the living room with a bottle of water.

Amy glances down at the bottle and cringes. "Evian?"

He raises an eyebrow at her confusingly, "Yes?"

"I only drink Voss, Derek." She snaps, "And this isn't even cold!"

Derek gulps, "Sorry, babe." He says and grabs the bottle hurrying back into the kitchen.

Amy crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes, before glancing at me and giving me a knowing smile. "Men."

"We don't have any Voss, sweetie." Derek calls back to her from the kitchen.

Sweetie?

Did Derek Michael Venturi seriously just call her sweetie?

I repeat, what the hell?

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Ta-da!

Again, so sorry that this update was much longer than most! But my friend is now home so I have more time to write and whatnot!

Hope you liked this chapter!

R&R and please, no flames!

Peace, Love, & Cheerios!

-degrassichick :)