ughh, I'm having a sucky birthday, so I desided to write some more (:
thanks for the reveiws!
I don't own anything :(
"Hey Smarti." Derek said into the phone. No matter how much was going on, he wasn't going to break his promise to his baby sister. "Hey Smerek!" She shrieked. "Soo, When are you going to visit?" Marti asked, trying to walk out of he room her father was in.
'Ask him where he is, Marti.'
Derek heard his dad say in the background. He rolled his eyes as she asked him. "Where are you?" She was quiet, and was scared of the answer. "In rehab." Derek said as if he was ashamed of himself.
"Oh, well, its not that bad. At least your getting help." Marti tried to smile as if he was there, watching her. 'He shouldn't have to be there in the first place.' He heard his father say as he walked into the kitchen where Marti was sitting at the table.
He wished he was there to punch his father in the face. "Dad, just shut up."Marti said, sticking up for her big brother. "Sorry, Smerek." She said, putting the phone back to her ear. "Its fine. Anyway, You should come and visit." Derek said, wanting to see her so incredibly bad.
"I dont know. I dont really have a ride, and I dout Dad is willing to taking me." Marti rolled her eyes, looking over to George. She felt horrible as she heard Derek sigh on the other end of the line. "Hey, Moms in town. She should give me ride." Marti said, jumping up, and becoming happier and happier.
'I don't think so.' George said. But there was no stopping her. She was going.
"When is the next visiting hour, thingy??" Marti asked, running up the steps and into her room. "Its at 4." Derek said. Marti wrote down '4 o clock' on a piece of paper, then dropped it on her night stand. "Alright, I'm calling mom now. Oh, wait. Where are you?" Marti laughed at herself, she didn't even ask that yet.
Derek chuckled and said, "ASTV".
Marti shook her head and wrote that down too. "Okay, now I'm calling mom. She'll be so happy to see you!" Marti squealed before hanging up the phone.
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"Was I wrong? Should I not have walked out??" Casey asked Jenny. Jenny was sitting in the same chair in Casey's office. "Yes! Its obvious that you two love each other! You should have stayed and worked things out!" Jenny cried. Casey starred at Jenny. She always envied her. She was beautiful, everything about her. Her hair was short and brown, and perfectly curled, not the ugly, frizzy curls that Casey hated, but the perfect, 'must-have-spent-3-hours-on-it' curls. She had big green eyes that she knew how to make stand out with the right make-up. Casey almost thought it wasn't possible to get the perfect body, then she met Jenny. Her legs were in perfect shape from all the tennis she would play, and pretty much no fat, since she's on a diet 99 percent of her life.
Casey sighed and looked at the computer. "My life sucks." She said under her breath.
"No, you do, Miss.Grumpy!" Casey's head immediately turned to Jenny again. "You need to go there and confess your love for him!" She yelled, over dramaticly. "Shut up!" Casey whispered.
"And I'm not doing that." Casey said as soon as she checked to see if anybody was listening to them in the hallway.
"Well, I don't expect you do that, exactly." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Just go and talk to him."
Casey plopped down in her computer chair and looked helplessly up at Jenny. "I don't get it, Jen. I'm not supposed to like people like him." She shook her head and then let it fall into her hands.
"What do you mean? People like him?" Jenny asked, raising an eyebrow.
"People who think its alright to wake up at 2 in the afternoon. People who only read the newspaper because they want to read the comics. Who put juice in coffee mugs!" Casey said. She took a deep breath and went on. "People. Who. Have. That. Stupid. Annoying. Adorable. Smirk. That. I. Cant. Get. Out. Of. My. Head!" With every word, she was hitting her desk with the palm of her hand harder and harder.
Jenny raised her eyebrow even higher at her and realized she needed mental help. "Okay. Well... How about some real reasons? Jenny asked, folding her arms.
"Hes addicted to drugs, with a daughter who is living with me, and hes my 'ex-step-brother'." Casey said, dipping her head. "Okay, those may be reasonable excuses." Jenny said, biting her bottom lip.
"Anyway, About that kid, shouldn't you be picking her up from your mom's like... Now?" Jenny asked, looking up at the clock on the wall.
"Shit!" Casey yelled, getting her stuff together and running out of the door.
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"Derek, I'm disappointed." Abby said, sitting next to Marti and across from Derek. But he was too shocked at how big Marti was to even realize that she was talking. "Derek!" She yelled, finally getting her attention.
"Sorry. What did you say?" Derek asked, turning his head to his mother, who was obviously angry with him. "I'm disappointed." Abby shock her head and blew her bangs out of her face.
"Well, I'm getting better." Derek protested.
"And getting fat." Marti butted in with a laugh. "Am not!" He yelled, looking down at himself. Abby couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "I must admit, Derek, You are getting a little chunky." Abby put her and over her mouth and tried to hide her smile.
"Well, Maybe. But I'm not fat." Derek said, defending himself.
"No, but maybe you should go on a diet." Abby shrugged her shoulders. "This isn't funny." Derek said, folding his arms.
"Then you have no sense of humor." Marti said as she busted out laughing, causing their mother to laugh too. Derek sat stiff in his chair with his arms tucked into his chest, and no smile on his face, but, deep down, inside he was happy to see them so happy.
"Am I interupding something?"
Derek's head shot up to the familiar voice.
Casey was standing there with Jamie's hand in one hand, and a McDonald's bag in the other. "Casey!" Derek immediately jumped up from the chair and ran over. "Daddy!" Jamie had a huge smile as she jumped into his arms.
"You came!?" Derek picked up Jamie and looked at Casey. "Dont get too happy. Jamie was bugging me." Casey held out the McDonald's bag, and he took it.
"Casey!!" Marti jumped up and hugged her waist, catching Casey off guard. "Marti?" She was shocked to see her. She was so big.
"Casey? What are you doing here?" Marti asked, finally letting go of her. "Long story." Casey smiled and pulled up a chair to them.
Derek sat down and put Jamie on his lap as he shared his food with her. Probably the only person he would share it with. Marti starred at him and remebered the times when she was Jamie.
"So, how have you been, Casey?" Abby asked in a mature voice.
"Very good." Casey lied. "And you?" Casey sat up and painted on a smile. "Good, good." Abby smiled, then looked back at Derek and Jamie. "God, Derek. She is the spitting image of you." She smiled.
"Thank you!" Jamie yelled with a big smile from ear to ear. Casey assumed she took that as a complament.
"I'm going out front really quick, To get some air. Dont get into any trouble, Missy." Casey said to Jamie as she smiled and walke away. She walked faster and faster as she got to the door, she was gasping for air and almost sure she was about to have a panic attack.
