A/N i was going to wait another day to post this but i got so many reviews and that made me so happy so here is the next chapter! to everyone who has reviwed, alerted or favourite my story – i know i don't thank each and everyone one of you personally but that doesn't mean i don't appreciate everything single review. Without you guys i probably would have given up a long time ago so thank you. Btw, i warn you: this chapter has much stronger language. Sorry if it offends you.
Casey was fast asleep. She had fallen asleep before her head has even hit the pillow. She and Derek hadn't gotten back until after midnight. They had stayed on the side of the highway listening to that old CD and then still had the two and a half hour drive back. She was exhausted and had the 'Like We Used To' song running through her head. As she curled up in the warm embrace of her purple blanket she had the strangest dream...
Derek held the door open for her as she stumbled into the living room giggling. She tried to be quiet, but she was slightly tipsy and everything seemed funny at that moment. She couldn't stop laughing, Derek tried to shush her but he was chuckling as well. They dropped onto the couch and he draped his arm around her.
"Fun concert, huh?" He said with a grin.
She nodded and hummed a few bars of her favourite song. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, "Thanks for taking me to the concert, Derek. It was so much fun!"
They were quiet for a second and then Casey was aware of Derek's warm breath on her cheek and that fact that his face was quite close to hers. And he was moving closer. She was in too much shock to do anything, but the feel of Derek's lips grazing her own jolted her away from him.
"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed angrily.
"What – what do you mean?" Derek said, his easy grin slowly leaving his face.
"I have a boyfriend, you creep! You can't just go macking on taken girls!" Casey said shrilly.
"Casey, calm down! I'm sorry okay!" Derek said, scowling.
"No, it's not okay! Truman warned me something like this would happen!" Casey cried.
"Truman?" Derek said with an ice cold glared on his face.
"Yes, jackass, my boyfriend! He said you and your hockey playing goons were betting that you could get every girl in our year if you wanted so he warned me that you would probably try something even though I am your step-sister and that is incest!" Casey said with angry tears clouding her vision.
"Casey, listen to me." He said grabbing her shoulders. She shook him off. He continued, "I would never do that to you!"
"You liar! You have no problem doing that to every girl on the planet! Why am I any different?"
Derek didn't answer, instead he stared intently at the rug on the floor.
"Oh my God!" Casey said with a horrified little laugh, "You're in love with me!"
Derek just stared at her with those big brown eyes of his. Casey had to turn away.
"You're disgusting." She finally said.
"Casey...!" Derek exclaimed.
"I can't believe you. Truman was right about you all along! You're no good! I've stuck up for you for years to him, but now I finally believe him! I thought we were friends, Derek! Best friends! And more than that, we were siblings!" She cried.
"Step-siblings." Derek muttered miserably.
"Same difference!" She sneered.
Suddenly, Derek's eye lost the hurt, confused look in them and was replaced by burning anger.
"Whatever, Casey. You are such a little bitch I don't know why I've put up with you for so long! You are such a pain in the ass!" Derek shouted at her.
"I'm a pain in the ass? Derek, you're the one who is a child trapped in a twenty-three year olds body! And the reason you've stuck with me for so long is because you are 'in love with me'!" Casey said with a cruel laugh.
"Shut up! I know things that you would never belive!"
"Like what? Like you failed the first grade?" Casey laughed at him.
"No, like your precious Truman is cheating on you with that skanky cousin of yours, Vicki!" Derek said, dangerously angry.
"Don't you dare talk about Truman that way! And Vicki isn't a skank! You are, Derek Venturi!" Casey screamed at him.
"At least I don't hook up with a criminal! Truman is such a poser! You know he does weed? And he steals from that store on the corner beside Queen's! Just because the owner is old and barely speaks English!"
"Shut up! Just shut up! I am so tired of all your bullshit! Truman does not do all of those things! Now I know why you wanted me to break up with him! You wanted me for yourself! Like that would ever happen. I'm not really into incest, you bastard." Casey screamed.
Derek raised his hand as if to strike her but clenched his fist and stormed off.
"Yeah that's right! Run off! Like you always do as soon as things get a little too hard to handle!" Casey called after him.
By now, Marti was standing at the top of the stairs and George and Nora were standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Joey seemed to still be in bed.
"I just told you I loved you and you basically told me to go to hell! What do you want me to do, princess?" Derek yelled at her.
"I hate you, Derek Venturi." Casey with loathing thick in her voice.
"What's going on here?" Nora said with a note of panic in her voice.
"Nothing! Stay out of it! Not everything is your business!" Casey screamed at her mother.
"You watch your tone, young lady!" George said loudly.
"Shut up! Why is everyone bothering me tonight?"
"Casey, you need to calm down." Derek said quietly, the first quiet thing he's said all night.
She shook her head and glared at him. He took step down the stairs and tried to reach for her.
"Don't touch me." She said warningly.
"Casey..." Derek said, as if he didn't know what else to say.
She slapped him. The sound rang long and loud in the living room of their family home.
"I hate you all!" Casey shouted before she grabbed her coat and shoes and ran outside to call Truman to pick her up and take her far away from here.
Casey woke up with sweat covering her body and tears running down her face. That didn't happen. Surely that couldn't have happened. It was so unlike her! And Derek couldn't possibly... there was no way he could actually... love her! She was so awful to her whole family! If that really happened, no wonder everyone hated her! But she had been drinking that night, and Truman seemed to have influenced a lot of what she said. But Emily had said that Derek was her best friend! Why would she treat him that way? Was she just scared of his feelings for her? She had so many questions and zero answers so she decided to ask the one person who could answer them.
"Derek." She said shaking him awake.
"Mmm, what? Do you want to sleep in my bed again? Is something attacking your window?" He said, teasing sleepily.
"Are you in love with me?" She blurted out.
Derek froze. He opened his eyes and Casey could see no trace of drowsiness in them. "Why do you ask that, Casey?" He said calmly but seriously.
"I-I had a dream, Derek. We had just got home from the concert on my twenty-second birthday and you kissed me. You told me you loved me and we got into this huge fight and I yelled at you and my mom and then ran off with Truman. Did that really happen?" She asked him.
It took a minute for him to answer. "Yes." He finally said.
She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry."
He shrugged and said nothing.
"Did you really... love me?"
He fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt and said nothing for the longest time. "I don't think so."
"W-what?" Casey said.
"I was drunk. I wasn't thinking right."
"But what about the kiss under the mistletoe?" Casey whispered.
"It was a mistake. It meant nothing to me." Derek said coolly.
"Oh. I-I see." Casey said painfully. She was finding it was getting hard to breathe. It felt like her lungs were shrinking and she was stuck gasping for air.
"You're my step-sister, Case. It would be weird." He said standing up and attempting to smile at her.
"Well, I don't want to intrude on your company any longer then." Casey said as dignified as she could, with her being in her pyjamas with tears running down her face standing in front of her step-brother who was also the guy she might have feelings for.
"What do you mean?" Derek said, frowning a little.
"I think it's time I head back to Toronto. I don't have all my memories back but I have a few and it's not really necessary that I stay here." Casey said.
"You're leaving?" Derek said, looking a bit like a lost puppy. But Casey had little sympathy for him. He broke her heart.
"Of course. Nothing here means anything to me." She said coldly, echoing his words.
She went back into her room and fell into a restless sleep. She woke up early and packing her few belongings and called a cab. She then went downstairs to find Derek talking to her mother and George.
"You're going back to Toronto?" Her mother asked tearfully.
"Yes, I have more of my memories back and I think it's time I went home." Casey said.
"But this is your home!" Nora cried.
"A home is not a building, but the people inside it. My home is with Truman." Casey said. She wanted those words to hurt Derek and they did. She saw him flinch as if in pain.
"Fine then. Go. Just like last time." He said with a sneer.
She glanced coolly in his direction. She would not let him bait her into a fight.
A horn honked outside. "That's my taxi. Goodbye then. I'll call you at Christmas, I guess." Casey kissed her mother and George on the cheek and glared in her step-brother's direction. She then pulled her suitcase outside and drove in the taxi to the airport where she booked the next flight into Toronto.
The flight was short but tiring and Casey took another taxi to her apartment (thankfully she remembered where it was) and let herself in. There were a couple coats hanging on the rack and two pairs of shoes by the door. Casey was confused. No one was here, so who did they belong to? She wandered through her apartment but stopped outside the bedroom door. She could hear giggling and panting coming from inside. Casey burst into the room and let out of gasp of shock.
"What the hell if going on here?" She cried. For on her bed was her dear cousin Vicki and her darling ex-boyfriend Truman.
"Casey! You – you weren't supposed to be back for another week!" Truman said, trying in vain to cover his and Vicki's naked bodies.
"And you are supposed to be in New York! Or was this your plan from the beginning? Get me out of the way for a couple weeks so you can play house with my cousin!" Casey cried angrily.
"Chill, Case. I can share." Vicki said with a sickening wink.
"Out! Both of you!" Casey shouted.
"You're kicking me out!" Truman exclaimed incredulously.
"Yes! Now leave!" Casey yelled.
They both hurried to get dressed and Casey felt sick to her stomach that someone who was supposed to love her had cheated on her. Derek was right. Thank God she had broken up with Truman long ago.
When her creepy ex-boyfriend and slutty cousin were gone, Casey shut the door to the bedroom and tried to ignore the feelings of guilt and loneliness. She found a TV dinner in her freezer and ate in silence for the first time in a long time. She had no desire at all to sleep in the bed her ex-boyfriend had slept with her cousin in, so she slept in one of the guest rooms. She piled all the pillows around her and attempted to fight off the overwhelming feeling of loneliness that was filling her up. She had never spent the night completely alone in a house before so she was a little frightened. She cried herself to sleep wishing that she was curled up beside Derek instead of alone in Toronto.
A/N dun dun duh! Now you all know the whole story! Casey was so rude to Derek because Truman had influenced her thoughts and she had been drinking and she was a little freaked out by his feelings for her. I know they were said to be best friends and they were. But Truman had been lying to her about Derek for a long time and she had been ignoring him but when Derek tried to kiss her, she finally believed Truman. Which was very silly of casey. Hope it wasn't too OOC and if you have any more questions, feel free to ask. Please review!