Author's note: Okay... so I don't think I can say that I am sorry enough to make you forgive me. I know... I know! I took like a sabbatical from writing fanfiction. & No, there's really no reason. & yes, I should have posted something to tell you guys what was going on. So I'm sorry, so so so so so so so so so sorry! I know, I was still making videos, and still READING other's fanfiction this WHOLE time. & for that ignorance, I am truly sorry. But enough of the groveling, I am going to let you read this chapter now. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I should have a drabble up by tomorrow, and another one-shot coming soon. So keep an eye out. & I will TRY my hardest to update my other stories. (Sleep Deprivation and We Can Do This) ENJOY.

Only in the Movies

Scene Fourteen

Disclaimer: I don't own LwD, unfortunately.

"So, what's this great song idea you were talking about?" Derek asked expectantly the next day at their rehearsal.

"Well... I thought, would it be just... ugh... perfect," Lily started, clasping her hands together in delight, "If you sang Casey a song to tell her how you feel?" She finished.

All three of the bags quirked an eyebrow at the foolish girl.

"Yeah, that would be just... ugh... perfect," Derek mocked Lily playfully, "If I could sing. But I can't. Why do you think we need a lead singer?"

Lily's face fell at Derek's explanation, but lit up not a moment later.

"Well, that's okay. I'll sing it for you, but I'll make sure that Casey knows its for her from you." She offered Derek just rolled his eyes.

"Just get to the song some time today, Lil." Derek demanded as Lily cringed at the nickname.

"Is it that hard to say my full name? It's only one more syllable!" She begged.

Derek smirked, "Hey; I call Casey, 'Case' don't I?" He asked matter-of-factly.

"That's different. That nickname is cute, 'Lil' is not." She explained, spitting out the name as if it were venomous.

Derek chuckled, "Well I like it, and I'm lazy so the second syllable is non-existent to me." He stated firmly. Lily scoffed but decided they'd strayed too far from the original topic.

"So the song in question was..."

Casey couldn't concentrate.

It was as simple as that. (Simple? Yeah, okay.)

Usually when she was in class, her focus was impeccable! Nothing, or so she thought, could distract her from learning.

But Derek. (Ugh, Derek.) He was just there. All the time. Like that annoying song by The Ting Tings (He Calls her Spacey, that's not her name; that's not her- name).

She doesn't get it though. There's no real reason for it. It's not like she likes him or anything. (The lack of coordination and balance when thinking about him? Yeah, they do not beg to differ.)

She shakes her head to try to rid herself of any Derek-infested thought. (She has to do it three times before getting the full effect)

Lily was getting the reaction she wanted from the song. With the exception of Derek, they seemed to really be on board with it. Sam and Ralph's faces held smiles, obviously encouraging the idea. Derek, on the other hand was grimacing through the entire thing. Of course, everything with him had to be difficult.

"So, what do you guys think?" Lily asked after finishing her preview of the song.

"You really want to know?" Derek asked incredulously, that same sickened expression on his face.

"I'll save you for last, loser." She retorted, glaring at him, "Sam?"

"I loved it, honestly. It definitely seems like the right song for them." He spoke, still smiling.

"I agree," Ralph interrupted, "the lyrics are synonymous with Derek's situation with Casey." Ralph!? Every stared in awe at the boy.

"Where'd you learn such a fancy word like that, Ralphie?" Derek mocked.

"Amanda. She gave me a word of the day calender for graduation." He smiled, cocking his head in a proud manner.

"She didn't think it was a bit too late for him to be learning new vocabulary?" Lily spoke jokingly.

"Who?" Ralph asked in confusion. The rest of them just shook their head in disappointment.

"I knew it was too good to be true." Derek mumbled.

"What are you guys talking about?" he insisted.

"Nothing that concerns that pretty little head of yours, Ralph." Lily repeated. She shot a knowing glance at Sam, reassuring him once again, that she meant nothing by it. Ralph smiled contently, obviously taking answer for truth.

"Now for what I think of the song-" Derek started but Lily soon intervened.

"No. You don't get to have any input." She replied shortly.

"Wha- Why?" His brows furrowed in frustration.

"Because, I know what you're thinking: It's too sappy for your tastes; She's going to think you're a pansy; She's going to laugh in your face; But you know none of that is true. You know Casey; she's going to think its wonderful, and adorable and even if its a bit out of your 'character' to do something like this... just remember, you did it for Sally, plus you even wrote her a song. What is more sappy than that?" Lily explained.

Derek slumped back in his chair in defeat, rolling his eyes; crossing his arms; sighing- all that jazz.

"Right. So let's get started on learning the song. Here's the sheet music for it." Lily continued, handing them all their own copies of music. "Live it, breathe it, practice it for the next few weeks. Our gig is October 27th, that's in three weeks. How are Monday nights and Thursday nights for practice, you guys?" She spoke authoritatively. The guys all murmured about those days being alright for them and Lily smiled brightly. "Great! Let's get crackin'!" She clapped her hands together excitedly.

Casey sighed in relief as the professor let them out of her last class of the day. It had been a week since Lily told her she'd get some information from Derek. For the last seven days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes, Lily had been successful ignoring her (but who's counting?) which only made her more antsy.

Tonight, however, Lily promised that she'd shed a bit of light on the situation, as its been duly named.

Walking back to her dorm room, Casey trudged her feet lazily. Lazy? Someone stole Casey McDonald. Perhaps it was the lack of contact with people she was used to, that made her lose her... Casey-esque personality. Along with Lily... Derek, Sam, even Ralph- they were all ignoring her for the time being. There was definitely something going on that she wasn't being let in on. Being left out of the loop is something she doesn't take kindly to, and when she saw Lily tonight, man was she going to-

"Cassandra Lynn McDonald." She heard from behind her. That voice. She stopped dead in her tracks.

"Tr- Truman?" She sputtered, turning around slowly.

"Sup, happy to see me?" His face, his posture, his attitude, that phrase (Where had she heard that before?): it all screamed, 'Danger, danger Will Robinson!'

Lily turned a corner sharply; late again. Not for anything too important, but she kept Casey waiting long enough. She owed her an explanation.

One more corner and her room is riiiii- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who's the skeezeball chatting up and obviously uncomfortable Casey?

Lily back-tracked so she wouldn't be seen, but not too far to be out of ear-shot.

"Casey," She heard, "I know I didn't call or anything, but I just really needed to see you." Lily peeked her head around the corner to see Casey smile as convincingly as possible.

"Uh..." She chuckled nervously, "Why's that?"

"I missed you." He said simply, "I mean... we only broke up because we were going to be so far away from each other. I still care about you." He explained, placing his hands on her shoulders. Lily witnessed Casey visibly tense.

She gave him an empty, "Mmm." as a response. Apparently he didn't realize that he was making her very uncomfortable.

"Truman, listen... It was... nice... of you to come to Queens to see me, but... I really have to be going. I'm meeting a friend, I-" He didn't seem to be picking up what she was so blatantly 'putting down'. "I'm already running late. So If you could just- you know; let me go? Please." She asked timidly.

This wasn't the Casey she'd gotten close to since school had started. Deciding she'd had enough of this Tru-scum guy, she mad her way back around the corner. "Casey!" She announced happily. "Who's this awkwardly handsome fellow that seems to have an unbarring hold on you?" Lily tried to make Truman feel as unwelcome as he so obviously was.

Unfortunately, he seemed to take her comment as a compliment as he smirked, faking a blush. (How does one do that?) Lily rolled her eyes.

"Lily!" Casey exclaimed, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting... its just that Truman here, stopped me in the hallway. I tried explaining that as delighted as I am to see him, my friend really needs me. Right Lily?" She stressed her words carefully; each time widening her eyes a bit more. When she'd finally reached 'Lily', her friend was confident that her lids would snap back to their original position. But apparently she was just so fixed on stressing her point that she kept them in the current over-accentuated placement.

"Right, Casey! I'm in major crisis-mode... Trevor, was it? I-"

"Truman." He interrupted.

"Whatever." Lily said dismissively, while waving a hand as to say it didn't matter one bit she'd gotten his name wrong (on purpose). "I just need Casey right now, so if you'd ex-"Grunt. "-cuse us." She ripped Casey from Truman's grasp. "She'll be available sometime tomorrow, I promise." Lily spoke before shoving Casey into her dorm room.

"But I'm leav-" Slam. "-ing... tonight." Truman stated to the now empty hallway.

"Truman?" Derek stared in awe at the man(correction, the useless pile of garbage) in front of him that was slumped on the ground.

"Derek, man; how are ya?" He greeted happily, getting off the ground to meet Derek at eye level.

Funny, he thought he was okay with Truman. He did, after all, convince him to ask Casey to Prom... but this (gnawing. aching. vomit-inducing) feeling? Yeah, it implied the opposite of 'okay'.

(.Kill)

Sam's phone blasted, "So Long Self" by Mercyme.

"Derek." He muttered under his breath before opening his phone to read the text message.

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From: Derek

Truman Alert. Meet me outside of Casey's dorm. NOW

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Sam reacted instantaneously as he rushed out of the room.

"So, Truman, what brings you to Queens?" Derek interrogated Truman, trying not to sound too bitter. (Hey, he tried.) He was supposed to be 'okay' with the idiot.

"Eh, you know... I just, kind of... missed... Casey." He admitted.

Blushing? What a girl. Derek thought.

"Miss? Casey? I didn't think it to be humanly possible." Derek chided humorously. But, of course, he knew it was possible. He was possibly the only one in this whole world that knew how easy it was to miss Casey McDonald. He had, after all, been avoiding her this whole week; and even though he'd kept busy with all of his classes and of course with band practice, he found it hard to concentrate with Casey being around. She always was his other half, even if she (or he) didn't realize it. Like the way they helped each other study for grade eleven exams, the way they danced together for that television show. They just worked... well together. This week had made him realize a lot of things, a lot that he never dreamt he'd even want to know. There was no turning back now... he was 'all in' for Casey McDonald.

"Ha, I know... as crazy as it seems, I do miss her."

"Do you? Do you really? Or do you just miss the idea of her?" Sam asked, coming up beside Derek for support that he didn't even know he needed.

"Uh..." Truman stammered, "Nice to see you too, Sam." He stated sardonically.

Sam didn't miss a beat, "This isn't about me; this is about why on Earth, you'd want to see Casey now, when you two aren't even dating anymore."

"What is with you today?" Truman asked, dumbfounded(or just plain dumb) as his gaze shifted between the two guys in front of him.

"Hey, someone needs to play big brother to Casey to keep her from making mistakes that could end up hurting her; that would be me." Sam spoke, gesturing to himself.

"Uh, isn't that his job?" Truman asked, pointing at Derek whose fists clenched.

Before he was able to display any of his anger, however, Sam stepped in again.

"No; you see, that right is solely reserved for someone who actually thinks of Casey as a sister. Derek couldn't be farther from her brother if he tried." Sam explained.

"Which believe me, I have." Derek mumbled, continuing incoherently; something about Operation: disengagement.

Truman glanced between the two men again. His expression? Utterly baffled (Yes, baffled).

"So... tell me... why are you here to see Casey?"

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