Hope you enjoyed the introduction, now let's get the party started.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Disney TV show, Life with Derek.
Chapter 01
Lizzie went into Casey's room casually and plopped herself onto the bed.
"Wake up!" Lizzie said, poking her sister's arms, "Come on…What are you, Sleeping Beauty?"
Casey groaned and rolled over until she heard Derek's voice. Oh how she despised that voice of his. It was taunting, annoying, and was not helpful at the moment.
"I understood the sleeping part, but you lost me at beauty," Derek smirked, leaning to the side of the doorway.
"Dere-," Lizzie started, but was cut off by Casey.
Casey had already sat herself up and glared at him, "As if you're one to talk."
"Hey, I'm not the one who looks like a troll," he said, putting his hands up in the air as if he was innocent and walked downstairs.
Casey sighed and didn't bother yelling back at him or fixing up her hair. She motioned her sister to go downstairs, letting her know that she wasn't in the mood. It wasn't until after dinner that their mother came up with some leftovers.
"Casey, dear, are you alright?" she asked, setting the food next to her. The only response was a nod until the awkward silence forced her mom to leave the room.
The truth was that she and Sam had another fight. It wasn't that he was a bad boyfriend or she was a horrible girlfriend, they just weren't clicking anymore. They fought for hours over the smallest things. Each fight ended in screaming and tears and each quarrel put their relationship on the line.
This time it was about Casey not hanging out with him after school because she went out with Emily to work on their senior portfolios instead. Sam had yelled at her after trying to control his anger for some time, resulting in her screaming back. She couldn't get him to understand that she had her own life, too. She hated that no one ever saw him as the bad guy. Everyone understood his side of the story and concluded that she was the imperfect one. If only they knew what he was really like.
"Yo, dweeb. Its Sam, think fast," Derek threw the phone at her after barging into her room and slammed the door.
It wasn't any better that Sam and Derek were best friends.
"Hello," Casey said, grudgingly.
"Hey," Sam replied in his normal, casual voice, "I wanted to say that I'm sorry."
"You always say that, but when do you ever mean it?"
Their conversation ended two hours later after Casey hung up and threw the phone at the foot of her bed. She turned over and screamed into her pillow until the tears stopped falling. Senior Prom was in three weeks and she wasn't sure she wanted to go with her own boyfriend anymore. Not if the night would end like this. What a way to remember her last year of high school.