A/n You might notice that Casey seems a little OOC in Derek's dreams, and I wasn't sure if it was bothering people. I just thought I'd give you my reason for it. They're Derek's dreams, so I figured Casey would be a little different.

Alright, that's it. Here's the next chapter.

Mistake 4

Casey had been sitting on the couch watching Newsies when Kendra and I walked into the house. Kendra immediately proclaimed that she loves that movie and we had to sit and watch it. I should have argued more, and insisted that we didn't. I hate musicals.

So that's how I ended up sitting on the couch with Kendra on my right and Casey on my left. Casey's legs were crossed, her left over her right and she was tapping her foot to the music that was currently playing on the movie. Every time she lifted her foot up only to let it drop again, she brushed my leg and I felt her lift up my pant leg an inch or two every time. It was driving me insane. I'm not sure if it was because it tickled slightly or because the butterflies in my stomach went crazy every time she touched me.

"Will you stop?" I finally snapped. Casey looked at me like I had just hit her and scooted over about six inches.

"Sorry, I didn't know simple human contact bothered you so much," she commented.

"Only when that simple human contact is from you." She scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue at me. "Oh that's mature," I said.

"I don't think you have the right to tell me what's mature and what's not, Derek," Casey insisted and turned her attention back to the TV.

Before I could retaliate Kendra butt in. "Could you guys save it for after the movie?" she asked in sweet voice, even though I could tell she was getting frustrated with our bickering, "I'm sure you'll still have something to say to each other in a couple hours."

I smiled and put my arm around her, turning my attention back to the movie.

My attention didn't stay on the movie for long. My eyes got heavy and I had to jerk my head up a few times. The music was so cheesy and the story line was pointless. Pretty soon I let my head fall back against the couch and I fell asleep.

I tried to get the last of the ice cream out of the bowl by scraping the spoon against the side. The clinking seemed to echo through the silent kitchen. When I finally decided that I wasn't getting anymore out of the bowl, I set it in the sink and turned to go to my room.

Before I even got past the island Casey walked into the kitchen. We both stopped.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hey." She didn't say anything else as she walked over to me with a smirk on her lips. I took a step back and my back hit the edge of the sink. Casey pressed herself against me and intertwined her fingers with mine.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Shh," she whispered as he lips inched closer to mine. I leaned forward slightly and our lips met. She pulled me closer by the collar of my shirt and I placed my hands on her hips. I pushed her back against the opposite counter and slid my left hand just under her shirt and traced circles on her hip.

She pulled away from me and giggled, placing her hand over mine. "That tickles," she told me.

"I'll make a mental note," I smirked and kissed her again, harder this time. I slid my hand down on the back of her leg just below her butt and lifted her up on the counter.

"Casey."

I opened my eyes when I realized that I had said it out loud. Panic slowly rose in my chest and I felt like my stomach had dropped out of me. Looking at Kendra, I saw that she was too into the movie and hadn't heard me. It probably also helped that my head had been tilted to the left.

When I turned my head from side to side, trying to get the kink out of my neck, I saw that Casey looked slightly stiff. Had she heard me?

Oh, God.

"I'm gonna get a drink," I announced to no one, which was just as well, seeing as nobody seemed to care. I stood up from the couch and walked around Kendra's side, trying to avoid Casey, and made my way to kitchen.

I opened the cupboard next to the sink and pulled out a small glass. I didn't even realize what I was doing until I got the orange juice out of the fridge. Opening the juice carton, I took a swig and looked disgustingly at the cup. Using it would mean that I actually listened to Casey, which I didn't. I gripped the bottom of the cup and pushed it across the slippery counter. It went a little too far and slid off the edge. I heard it smash on the floor and I groaned, walking around the counter so I could see the mess. The base of the cup and a small part of the side was still intact, but the rest of it was shattered all over the tile.

I kneeled down to pick up the larger chunks when I heard a shriek and little running feet. I looked up just in time to see Marti running in, followed by Edwin and Lizzie.

"Marti, no!" I shouted, but it didn't help. She stepped on a piece of glass and cried out in pain. Lizzie quickly got the broom and started sweeping up the glass. I picked up Marti quickly and was thankful that I hadn't taken my shoes off yet as I heard glass crunching under my feet.

"Edwin," I snapped and put Marti on counter so I could look at her wound, "What were you doing?"

"She heard the crash and came running," he explained, "What were you doing?"

"What happened?"

I looked up to see Casey walking in and Kendra following closely behind her.

"A cup broke and Marti stepped on a piece," I explained quickly.

"It hurts," Marti said. She sounded close to tears as she scrunched up her face in pain.

"Let me see," Casey said. She walked over and examined the bottom of Marti's foot. "I'm gonna need to get it out with a needle."

"No!" Marti exclaimed as Casey got the first-aid kit from above the fridge.

"Marti," Casey tried to reason, "We have to get it out before it gets infected."

"No," she repeated. Her eyes started to well up and she pulled her foot out of Casey reach.

"What if I do it?" I asked. Marti sniffled and thought about it for a second before nodding her head. Casey handed me the needle and then jumped up on the counter with Marti to put an arm around her. "Talk to me Smarti," I told her. And she was off, talking about cats, Avatar, Daphne, and the picture she painted earlier. Every few seconds she would gasp in pain, but only start up again.

Finally, the little bloody piece of glass came out. I cleaned up the blood on her foot and put a pink band-aid on it.

"Done," I announced. I kissed Marti on the forehead and looked up at Casey. She smiled a little and I couldn't help but smile back.