A/N: Well, I got a lot of reviews. I decided that I would write another chapter. Um, when I talk about the shampoo's I have washed my hair with apple shampoo and conditioner, then put banana lotion on, with grape perfume, so that is what I mean when I say see smells like all three. So I'm going to have Casey own a perfume of each smell, a lotion of each smell, and a shampoo/conditioner of each smell. I kinda borrowed the things they are feeling from other stories, since I don't really have experience with that kind of stuff! I don't really know what to write about, But I'm Rambling again!

Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek, or anything affiliated with it. I don't own the phrase from Hannah Montana either! Haha...I love that phrase! Oops I'm rambling again!

On With The Story!

Derek's P.O.V.

She had the dream again. I always know when she has it, her bedroom is right beside mine.

She always wakes up, screams, I go to her door, and after about twenty minutes I hear her breathing slow, and I know she is asleep.

Once she is asleep, I always go in and give her a kiss on the forehead.

Not this time though. I walked in, and I knew she was still awake, that she was just pretending, and I kissed her on the forehead, and told her that he wasn't going to hurt her anymore.

I wouldn't let him.

I don't know if it is incest or what, but I really like Casey!

That's why I fight with her.

I wanna be close enough to smell her fruity smell. Sometimes it was grape, sometimes it was apple, sometimes it was banana, and sometimes it was a mix of all three.

I really like her.

It's weird, because it scares me. I don't think I have ever really liked a girl.

But Casey is different!

She, she's beautiful. She is smart. She is Casey.

Who wouldn't like a person as perfect as Casey?

I know I like her!

As soon as I left her room, I went right back to my room.

Everything I said was true. I would always protect her. Not just because she lives in the same house as me, but because I can't even handle the thought of her being hurt, let alone knowing that I could have stopped it. That would kill me.

Casey's P.O.V.

Is it wrong to love your own step-brother? I ask myself this question everyday. When we fight, I get these weird feelings. It's like my stomach gets filled with butterflies. I hate it, but at the same time I love it.

When he came into my room, I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck, and just hug him like my life depended on it!

I knew I couldn't do that though! He doesn't like like me, I don't even think he likes me.

No, he loves me, but like a sister, or a pet fish. He'd probably cry if he had to flush me down the toilet, but I don't think he wants to kiss me.

No, I know he doesn't want to kiss me!

Ugh!

I'm only fifteen years old, for crying out loud!

I shouldn't have to deal with this!

Flashback!

5:30 A.M.

I walked down the stairs thinking about none other than Derek!

I saw mom sitting at the dining room table, sipping a cup of coffee, and reading the newspaper.

I walked over to the fridge, and pored me a glass of apple juice.

"Hey Miss Casey! What are you doing up this early?" She asked.

"I always get up at 5:00 and take a shower!" I told her. "If I don't I won't get the bathroom until like 9:00! Derek takes forever, Edwin takes even longer, and Lizzie takes about as long as Derek!"

"Oh, I had no idea!" She exclaimed sarcastically. "But it's the weekend, Derek won't be waking up until at least 10!"

"Yeah, I know." I sighed dramatically, hoping mom would get the hint.

Thankfully she did. "Okay! Spill, what is wrong?"

"Mom, how do you know if your in love?" I asked casually, even though I was as nervous as an ant under a magnifying glass.

"Well, Miss Casey, you and Sam haven't been dating very long, I doubt you are in love with him."

"Mom!"

"Sorry, but when I fell in love with George, I felt like there were a million butterflies in my stomach, every time I saw him! When he would just touch my hand, I felt like I was floating!" She said dreamily.

She started rambling, but I stopped her, "Oh, that's love?"

"Yeah, Case, it is." She sighed happily. "But I don't think your in love with Sam, I think your in love with the thought of him."

"Oh, I'm not in love with Sam!" I clarified.

"Oh, okay!"

End Flashback!

That was the day I realized I was in love with Derek.

Yeah, I know what your thinking 'Eww, what a freak!' But I can't help it!

To bad he hates me, right?

3rd Person P.O.V.

If only Casey knew how wrong she was! If she only knew!

A/N: Well, what did you think? R&R! I love all kinds of reviews thats the whole thing! Well I've gotta go! Mom wants me to help cook dinner! Wish me luck! I will soon post the whole story later, but at the moment the Internet on my laptop isn't working! Sorry, But I will post the whole story soon!

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