Brie Jonas: Nice last name (; haha, which one are you married to?? lol, And yes, Marti is 13 now (:

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"Hello?" Casey asked groggily as she picked up the phone, half asleep.

"Its me." Derek said, leaning against the wall, slipping on hand into his pocket, and another holding up the phone.

"Good morning." She said, sitting up. "How are you? And what time is it?" She asked, noticing she unplugged her alarm clock to plug in Jamie's night light who slept on the floor in her bedroom.

"Its 7:24 and, I'm good." Derek said, looking up at the big clock hanging on the wall.

Casey blinked a few times and memories of last night flew into her head. "Hey, I ummm, was going through some pictures last night." Casey said, instantly regretting saying that.

"Oh, cool." Derek said, not thinking anything of it.

"I found the one from Emily's birthday party." Casey said, her heart starting to beat faster. She was unsure of what he would say.

He made a light chuckle and ran his fingers through his hair. "Which one? I've gone to every single one of her parties since she was 10." Derek said.

"Her sweet 16." Casey said, a little quieter.

His eyes grew bigger and his heart beat got faster, he knew exactly what she was talking about. "Oh." , was all he managed to get out.

"I was really drunk tha..." Before Casey was finished Derek spoke.

"Me too." He tried to make it less awkward, but nothing really help except changing the subject. "I called my dad yesterday." He said blankly.

"Oh? What did he say?" Casey asked, happy that he changed the subject.

"He was an ass, as usual." Derek said, then looked at the nurse who was telling him that his phone time was almost up. "Are you coming to visit today?" Derek asked, he wanted to know before he got off the phone.

"What time?" Casey asked, checking on Jamie who was still asleep on the floor. "10 AM." Derek said.

"Yea, I'll be there." Casey said, getting out of the bed.

"Alright, I gotta go, see you then." With that, Derek hung up the phone, and let the woman behind him use it.

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Casey did that same thing as she did the day before and was now sitting in the same room, only a different spot, and a different desk. "Foooooooood." Derek sang as he opened up the Wendy's bag.

"Your the best, I swear." Derek said, pulling out a cheese burger, and making Casey laugh.

Before Casey could say anything, Maggie walked up to them. "Hello, you must be Casey." She smiled and held her hand out to Casey. Casey looked confused and slowly shook it. "Yes... and you are?" She knew she was somebody important, judging by the papers in her hand and the name tag she had on, so she asked nicely.

"Derek's therapist, Margret. But you can just call me Maggie." She smiled, and pulled her hand back to her. She had long blond hair and dark brown eyes. She was 36, but she looked very good for her age.

"Oh, hello." Casey smiled. "I don't know how you deal with all the things that go on in this ones head." Casey giggled and roughed up Derek's hair. He pushed her hand away and laughed.

Maggie politely smiled and began to speak. "It's not that bad. I think hes just confused about life." With the second part, she began to get more serious, causing Derek to get a little uncomfortable.

Casey made a small smile and looked over to Derek. "If its alright, I was wondering if we could all talk... Together"

Derek's heart skipped a few beats. He wasn't sure if he wanted to. He usually poured his heart out to Maggie, but not to Casey. Normally, his conversations with Maggie, were about Casey. So he wondered what they would talk about.

"Its fine with me, Derek, do you want to?" Casey asked, watching him eat they burger. "Can I bring the food?"

Casey shook her head and laughed, then stopped when she realized he was serious. "Sure." Maggie said, with a huge smile. The fake ones most therapists have.

Derek got the food, and they all walked down the hall and into her office. Casey looked around and saw how neatly everything was placed, it reminded her of her office.

Maggie took a seat behind the desk, and Casey and Derek sat next to each other in the seats in front of her.

"Well, how was your sleep last night, Derek?" She asked, slipping on a pair of thin black glasses and flipping through a few pieces of paper. "Good." He lied. Normally he would have told her how bad it was, but Casey was there, and he wanted her to be impressed with him.

"Good." Maggie smiled, still looking down at the papers. Then wrote something down.

"Alright, Casey, the spot light is on you. Tell me about your self." Maggie folded her hands and looked up at Casey. "Okay, where do I start?" Casey made a light chuckle.

"When you first moved in with Derek. For the first time, when you were teenagers." She said, looking over to Derek. Casey was surprised that she knew all of that.

"Well, my mom had just gotten married to his father, a month before. We were both 14 when I moved in." Casey took a deep breath.

Maggie nodded her head, telling her to go on. "We hated each other." Casey said through a laugh, causing both Derek and Maggie to laugh too.

"How did you guys act towards each other?" Maggie asked, writing something else down.

"Pranks, fights, insults. You name it..." Casey said, rolling her eyes and remembering the old days. "Did you two ever get along?" Maggie asked, bringing her head back up.

"Barely. I mean, Derek would care, but he would care in his own way. Like, he would do something nice, but make it seem like it was mean." Casey smiled.

"Give me an example." Maggie said.

"My poem." Casey and Derek both laughed, remembering that memory. "I put so much effort into this poem, which he totallt switched, and wrote something about me having 'stinky feet'." Derek started to laugh quietly to himself, he was lucky she found it funny now, or else she would have killed him.

"But then he ended up putting it back into the school news paper. But at the bottom, he said I have stinky feet." Casey laughed.

"What about Tom?" Maggie asked. Casey raised an eyebrow at Derek, she didnt know he told her about him.

"Tom was one of my boyfriends." Casey said quietly. "He wasnt the best."

Derek made an angry chuckle. "He hit you." He said, putting it into more blunt words.

Casey had anger in her eyes that he would even bring that up. "You should talk." She said coldly under her breath as she got up and left the room.