"Aren't you getting up?"

"I actually don't really feel like going to school. You know, that's how you spend most of your days."

'Why do you care anyways?' was really all she wanted to ask him.

"Does Beav know about this?"

Wynne paused from her fun game of staring at her ceiling, to stare at Dick. He was standing at her door way, surprisingly dressed and ready to go to school early. She was still in her pajamas, and really, didn't feel like going to school. She hadn't finished her science homework, again, and wasn't in the mood for any more detention or anymore comments from her science teacher.

"Why does it matter if Cass knows?" She glanced over at him, then back to her ceiling, flopping down onto her pillow in her best efforts to ignore the world around her. She heard him leave the room, and she sighed out of relief. Within moments, someone was back at her door.

"Wynne, c'mon, if you stay at home, you'll have to endure Kendall. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone."

She sighed. Cassidy was right.

"I hate it when you are right. Give me five minutes."

--

"Dick, considering your stand on life, meaning the party and girls lifestyle, how would you describe your relationship with your sister?"

It was early in the school morning, and both Logan and Dick were headed off to class. After being the one who drove the youngest Casablancas home after her detention, and hearing her shrill shrieks about how much she hated her brothers at times, he was left curious about the state of mind his friend was in. Dick didn't seem close with his sister at all. At most, he seemed close with his brother, and his sister was just there. As he thought, Logan became a bit shocked about the vast amount of knowledge he knew about the members of the Casablancas family. Considering he was friends with Dick and Beaver, and he well, knew Kendall, and had now talked to Chipper a few times.

"Uh, why does it matter?" Dick replied to his friend. It was one of those spur of the moment type of questions he had just been hit with. And clearly, he didn't know how to answer it. He just wasn't close with his sister. He hadn't played baseball with her when they were younger, like Beav had. He wasn't a chick, like Kendall was. It seemed he just didn't have things in common with his sister. Aside from sharing parents and a brother.

"Well, seeing as Trina's in town, it's causing me to think about my relationship with my sister. Which led me to think about yours." Logan shrugged.

"It's weird how, like, serious you are being about this whole thing." Dick started to speak. This was his easiest way to respond, considering he wasn't sure how to answer his friend's question.

"Well, by the looks of it, I have more in common with my adopted sister than you do with your real sister." Dick watched as Logan grabbed a sheet of paper from his binder, rested his pen between his lips, and crumpled up the piece of paper. As they made their way down the hallway, he tossed it at Wynne, purely out of amusement. Really, their was no point to his action. The piece of paper was blank, and she just didn't see it coming. Dick just chuckled along with his friend and they continued their way to class.

It was true. Wynne hadn't seen that piece of crumpled paper come flying at her face. She let out a low shriek, and ended up dropping all her books, again. Damn it. Stupid Logan Echolls and his constant need to bother her.

She groaned and bent down on her knees to gather all her papers and books again.

"It seems you have trouble keeping your books in hand when I'm around, huh?" Wynne glanced up to see the same guy standing there again, Casey. From conversation with her brother, and just listening to him ramble, she had found out he was Casey Gant, and apparently he was a 'pretty cool dude'. Not that Dick-speak explained much. And from what she overheard at the coveted 09er lunch table, he could be quite the asshole.

"I think it's a coincidence you keep showing up at my locker area, really." she replied to him smoothly. She couldn't help but smile a little bit, he was rather cute. With messy brown hair, and inviting blue eyes, it was hard not to look at him.

He laughed, and she leaned against her locked, after standing up again. "Whatever you say, Casablancas." He paused, then continued, "Well, how late were you for science yesterday?"

"Late enough to get a detention." she replied to him, rolling her eyes. Oh well, detention had been worth it. In a way. She had an interesting experience getting to know Logan Echolls. Although, it wasn't something she wanted to endure again.

"Even though I wouldn't say it's my fault, I'm sorry." he said with a sincere smile. She laughed a bit, and looked across the hall at the clock for the time. Just one more class then lunch.

"And I hate to cut this short Casey, but I have Art. And I can be late for that actually," she said, thinking.

"How about I walk you there?"

She shrugged her shoulders. Then pondered for a moment. This here was one of her brother's friends. Whom was clearly flirting with her, and it didn't seem to be that joking kind that Dick would set him up to do. She could see herself liking this guy, even. She sighed, then nodded. A smile appeared on her face.

"Lead the way."

--

She was definetly getting the wrong ideas about this Casey thing. She was leaning on the 'I could like him' side of things, but then she remembered one little thing standing in her way: Dick. It's likely he wouldn't approve at all. This guy was three years older than her, and not to mention was a friend of his. She paused her thoughts, and stopped sketching on the art pad in front of her. Maybe this was a good idea: not only would it get to Dick, and annoy the hell out of him, it would most likely leave her happy.

She wondered for a moment if Logan would approve.

She shook her head. Why did it matter if he approved of it?

He was just a friend of her brother's, that's it. She just happened to know him well it seems now, and enjoy his humour. Hell, he was sleeping with her step mother. Why did she need his approval for someone she liked?

She shook her head again, and continued with her sketch. Casey would be at the 09er table at lunch. She could smile then.

--

Wynne grabbed her bottle of water as it fell from the machine outside. She tucked her purse under her pale arm, and headed deeper into the seating area outside. It was amazing how each table was filled with a different stereotype. To her left sat the jocks, then farther up some people she'd classify as computer nerds. Considering some of those people were on the yearbook commitee with her, she wasn't really pleased with calling them that. But really, that's how life works.

She took a seat at one of the tables in her area, surrounded by freshly make-uped girls and roaring guys. That was the 09er lifestyle. She didn't see Casey, which was fine. This was really the only place he ate lunch, so she knew he'd show up anyway. She glanced over at her brother, whom seemed to be arguing with Logan. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but that didn't bother her. She sipped her water, and just watched them.

"You know you never answered my question." Logan said to Dick, as he leaned back on the table he was sitting on.

"What question?" Dick asked his friend, truly unaware of what he was talking about. Well, that was a bit of a lie. His question was probably about his sister again, like that morning.

"How would you describe your relationship with your sister?" Logan asked, pretending to pull out a card, as if a host on a game show. Dick rolled his eyes.

"Why is this important again?"

"It seems you keep avoiding my question. You don't have an answer, do you?" Logan said this as more of a statement, not as a question.

Dick glanced over at Wynne, whom he saw sitting a few tables down, now making conversation with Casey Gant. His friend Casey Gant. His friend whom was making his younger, innocent sister laugh. And giggle. That wasn't right.

"What are you trying to say? That I don't know my sister?" Dick finally replied to Logan, after looking away from his sister.

"Sure. Whatever dude." Logan had sooner followed his friend's wandering eyes. And had landed on the same sight. Casey Gant flirting with Chipper? That was weird. And even worse, she was flirting back?

"Well, try me. I know her." Dick mumbled, taking a drink from his bottle of root beer.

"What's her favourite movie then?"

Dick paused to think. There was that one movie his sister always watched over and over again. He bit his lip a bit, and brushed a few strands of his blonde hair out from in front of his eyes.

"Uhm, something about.. uh.. with that uh, Estevez dude, maybe? Uhh.. Mighty Ducks?"

Logan let out a laugh. "Chipper!"

Wynne had been enjoying her conversation with Casey. He had said a few things that made her blush and laugh profusely. He had even invited her out for coffee on the upcoming Friday evening. She was beyond happy with how their talking was going. Until, well, that. Stupid Echolls boy.

"My name is Wynne." she retorted, her voice sounding a bit harsh.

"Whatever. What's your favourite movie?"

Why did he need to know this right now?

"The Breakfast Club." she paused, "Why?"

Logan looked back at Dick.

"Damn." Dick looked over at Casey. "Don't touch my sister, Gant."

Wynne rolled her eyes.

"Dick." she waited for him to turn, and look at her. She gave him a bit of a glare.

"Could you just shut up for once? Thanks."

She sighed, and looked away from him. Well, at least she had Friday to look forward to.

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Man, it took me wayy too long to type this out. I was losing inspiration and ideas. But some stuff is sticking, a bit. The reviews were amazing guys! Thanks so much! Now, just do it again. Do we like Wynne with a boy? With Casey? Hmmm. Sorry for the length too, I could have done more. Gr.