Um, No, I don't own Life With Derek, although, I wouldn't mind owning Mike Seater (:

So there was the decision of jumping out of the window, faking a heart attack, killing Derek, or facing her mother. She was planning on going with the heart attack, but she wasn't sure Derek would care, he would probably laugh. The window was a long way down, and sooner or later she would have to come back. Killing Derek would mean jail for the rest of her life, which didn't sound too appealing. Looks like she was going to have to face Nora.

She held her eyes shut tight and could feel Derek's smirk burning a hole through her, making her want to punch him in the face so incredibly bad. "How did she get the pictures?" Casey asked, in a low and small voice. Derek's smile fell to normal as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Isn't she a good kisser?" Derek asked, pushing a few more buttons before she was officially grounded for the rest of her life.

"Derek, please just shut up." Casey whispered, trying her hardest not to cry, but failing horribly as a tear fell from her face. Derek immediately stopped talking. He didn't mean to make her cry, just a little mad, like usual.

She stood up slowly from the chair, and took her long and sad walk of shame, down the hallway and down the steps.

She saw Nora and George sitting at the long table. George had his hands folded and they were under his chin, neatly keeping his head up, and disappointment in his eyes. If she could see Nora's she was sure her's looked the same. Her head was buried into her arms as she sobbed at the table.

Casey stood silently as her heart beat got faster and faster. Nothing was okay right now. She knew that there was going to be an awkwardness between her and her mother for the rest of their lives. She knew that there would be no more sleep overs with Kendra, that was if she was even going to be able to see her. She knew that from now on, her life was going to be different, confusing, and full of hurt. As if it wasn't bad enough now.

"What is this, Casey?" Nora asked sternly, picking up her head, and pushing the pictures to the side of the table that Casey was standing at. Her face was tear-stained and Casey could tell her mother was hurt.

She picked up the first picture, and studied it.

The picture was taken from behind. Her and Kendra were walking down the street next to each other. Kendra had her hand slipped into Casey's back pocket of her dark blue jeans, and Casey had her hand in Kendra's back pocket of her faded and ripped jeans, and Kendra was kissing Casey's cheek as Casey was laughing. You could tell it was getting pretty late by the sky. It was a mixture of pink, orange, purple, and dark blue, and the sun was barely showing and getting ready to fall behind the tall trees. Casey's hair was pulled back into two low pigtails, falling neatly over her chest. Kendra had her hair down as usual, and was blocking part of her face.

She sighed and picked up the next picture.

They were both on Emily's stain-less white couch. Kendra was sitting, and her head was tilted to the side, with her eyes closed, and her newly-cut bangs falling over her eyes. It was obvious that she was sleeping. Casey was spread out across the couch, with her head on Kendra's lap, and a small smile across her face. You could tell she was sleeping also.

This was it. Casey had to think fast. She had to come up with something to tell them to make them understand that Casey wasn't gay. She didn't like women. Well, onlyKendra, not ALL women. She still liked guys! She didn't plan to spend the rest of her life with a woman! She could barely live with her own mood swings, no way was she dealing with somebody else's.

Casey quickly made a fake laugh and threw the pictures down on the table. "Mom, get real. I cant believe you think I'm gay!?" Casey painted on her out ragged face and raised her eye brows. "Are you crazy!? I still like guys!" Casey plopped down in the chair across from her mother. The look in Nora's eyes told Casey that she wasn't believing her.

"This is just stupid things that girls do. Come on, don't you ever see pictures of girls making out with each other... Men think its hot!" Casey yelled, trying hard to force a laugh out of herself.

"Since when do you worry about being 'hot'?" Nora asked, anger still lingering in her voice, as if the look on her face wasn't bad enough for Casey to bare.

"Since I've gotten older!?" Casey lied.

Hey, lying wasn't half bad. It was actually pretty fun, and she didn't want to stop. It wasn't like that time when she lied to her teacher about 'Bob', it was so different, and so fun.

"Mom, every girl cares about being hot." Casey confessed. Which was half true, for her anyway.

George and Nora both looked like they weren't believing her for a second, which was part of the reason why she had to keep going.

"Girls make out with girls. That's what teenage friends do." Casey said. And it was true, all of her friends would play around and make out at parties and stuff, it would cause quite a scene, actually.

"You've never done it with Emily." George butted in.

"Emilys not into that kind of stuff." Casey said, crossing her arms. She was having a hard time acting like this wasn't phasing her.

"Well, this picture was taken at Emily's house?" Nora said, taking the picture from Casey. "It was taken by Dimmi, not Emily." Casey said, still making it up as she went along.

Hard, but still fun.

"Well what happened to all of the boyfriends?" George asked. George looked unsure about the whole situation, almost as confused as Casey was about her feelings.

"All of the boyfriends?" Casey chuckled and rolled her eyes. "There was only Sam and Max." Casey said, running her fingers through her hair.

"But there were a lot of crushes in between. What happened to them?" Nora asked, trying so hard to get Casey to admit that she actually liked Kendra, as way more than a friend.

"As a matter of fact, I actually do have a crush on someone right now," Instantly, she regretted saying that, but the 'lie-addiction' kept her going. "And we have a date this Friday." Casey smiled.

Nora's look of disappointment and hate slowly faded, as did George's. "Do we know him?" Nora asked, her face turning now into a more curious look.

"Yep." Casey said, and a smile slowly grew across Nora's face.

A huge weight was just lifted off of her shoulders, and a new, bigger one was placed back on them.