Hello! Here's the second chapter for you all. Nothing extremely exciting yet. That's yet to come, but bear with me!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Life with Derek.

Derek walked into Casey's room, surprised that she was still asleep. She was never the one oversleeping, but it didn't bother him because it was easier to steal her hairbrush that way. Marti had 'accidentally' thrown his brush in the toilet after he refused to dress up as Princess Shmerek for school. Sure, he wasn't a health freak, but he knew that if something was dropped in the toilet, it shouldn't be used anytime soon. He walked over to her drawer where Casey had kept all her girly accessories and make up organized neatly on top. He stared at it, half amused and half in awe of how ordered even her everyday necessities were.

Smirking, Derek put the brush in his pocket and glanced quickly at Casey before doing a double take. She looked stupid and, well, kind of cute cuddling with a dumb-looking dog stuffed animal. It wasn't until that moment that he remembered that last year, his dad forced him and Edwin to buy Casey a nice birthday present from the Venturi side of the family. Since neither of them knew what the heck a "nice" present for her would be, they stuck with the simple rule for getting girls gifts: If all else fails, get something cute. The dog that Casey was holding was what they had bought her.

Derek walked over to the bed and snatched the dog out of her arms, causing Casey to wake up.

"Nnn," Casey rubbed her eyes before nearly freaking out, "Derek!"

"So why do you sleep with this?" He asked, holding the dog awkwardly and turning it around above his head to examine it, "Pretending you're hugging Sammy again? I'd hate, no I'd love to see what you do to this thing when you dream about naughty things."

She reached up and grabbed it from him, "Derek! What are you doing in here?"

"I needed—"

Derek was cut off by a loud yell, "Casey! Derek! Breakfast!"

Casey glared at her annoying stepbrother, "Get out of here."

"As you wish, Ice Queen."

When he left, after a bow of course, Casey mumbled incoherent phrases involving the words "jerk", "sleeping", and "naughty things". If anyone had walked in at that very moment, they would have no clue she was talking about Derek.

Casey rushed downstairs in a quick and plain outfit of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Her hair was tossed around messily because she couldn't find her brush.

"Casey, your hair's a mess," Lizzie said and nudged Edwin's knee with hers to stop his laughing.

"Did anyone tell you that you look ten times more disgusting today?" Derek asked and tossed her brush in front of her.

Casey stared at him, "Did anyone tell you that you look a million times more atrocious today? How many times do I have to tell you not to take my things without my permission!"

"Not enough?" Edwin answered with an apologetic smile.

Casey made a frustrated noise and brushed her hair, grabbing a banana to eat.

"Case, lets go. Why do you take forever to get ready?" Derek asked, waiting by the door.

She hit his arm with her bag, "Its not my fault, you imbecile."

Derek rubbed his arm and winked at Edwin before following Casey. Edwin laughed and shook his head before finishing his cereal.

"What was that?" Lizzie inquired, looking very confused.

He shrugged, "What was what?"

"The wink."

"Oh that? No clue, but he sure as hell looked dumb winking," Edwin said and they both busted out in laughter.

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Derek got in the front seat and gave a weird smile to his stepsister who was sitting in the passenger seat beside him. He started driving and kept his left hand lazily on the steering wheel and his right on the stick shift. His driving was pretty darn smooth for stick shift and he wasn't ever ashamed to brag about it. You know what they say about guys who drive smoothly … Right, Derek didn't know either, but he managed to make up a few sayings here and there about it.

"What're you smirking at," Casey asked defensively.

"You forgot to put on your make-up."

"I what!" Casey pulled down the visor and looked at her reflection in the small mirror, "What the… You're right!"

"Calm down, its not the end of the world," Derek said, idly thinking that she had to be one of the only chicks he knew that could pull off not wearing make-up.

Casey ignored him and searched frantically through her backpack, threw an eraser at his head purposely and groaned, "I don't have any!"

"Ouch! Here's some chapstick," he pulled some out of his pocket.

"You have chapstick?"

"The ladies love soft lips. Plus, it's not lipstick or anything."

"Oh, but you look absolutely darling in lipstick," She said, loving when Marti dressed him up.

"That's not supposed to leave the house!"

"Don't worry, your secrets safe with me. But Sandra already told the girls about it last year when you broke up with her. Said she didn't mind because she was only dating you to help you get rid of your cross dressing problems."

"She what!"

They pulled up at school and Casey quickly left his car and walked over to Sam, who was waiting for them on the sidewalk. Derek stayed in the car for a few seconds to try and comprehend what she had just told him.

"Hey, babe," Sam said casually, but distantly as he kissed her.

"Hi," Casey mumbled and stepped back into Derek.

"Watch where you're going!" Derek exclaimed, receiving a glare in return, "Give me back my chapstick. What's up Sam?"

Sam nodded, "Hey, dude."

Casey handed Derek his chapstick and waved to the both of them, "I needed to go to class, bye."

Sam nodded his head and watched Casey leave until he turned his attention to Derek, who was throwing his chapstick in the air out of boredom.

"Its weird, you know?" Sam said out of the blue.

Derek shot him a confused look, "What is?"

"Me and Casey. It's been weird lately."

"Like I didn't notice," Derek said sarcastically. He always heard Casey yelling on the other side of the wall, "You're not going to break up with her, are you? Prom's in three weeks!"

Sam shrugged, "Naw, of course not."

"Good, because I can barely handle anymore crying. Not that I care or anything."

The bell rang and they did their handshake before walking separately to class.

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