First Life With Derek fic, so be gentle! And thank you for tuning in.

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Chapter Four

I feel my eyes starting to flutter open. And the first thing I see is, Derek. Yep, laying there sleeping quite soundly. Why did he have to look so cute when he is sleeping? I groan a little loudly and soon his eyes are opening as well. And I could swear we shared a little eye contact. But I, of course, broke away first feeling awkward. "Good morning." I say sitting erect.

"Yeah, morning Casey." His voice was a little rough, but the way he said my name made me want to jump him. "What?!" I suddenly found myself angry for that stupid, incest-like thought.

So, I hurriedly got up and went through my bag, looking for my necessary things needed to shower. Finally grabbing my honey scented shampoo, I stood looking at him. Clad in only a pair of red plaid boxers and a very thin white tee-shirt. I slept inches away from him, when he was only wearing that? I shook the thought and hurried in the shower hoping to scrub myself till I felt clean outside and in.

After I finished applying my cherry flavored lip gloss, Derek stepped out of the bathroom. He was already dressed and ready. Wearing a green tee with some weird little graphic design. I kept a mental note that green was a really, really good color on him. He was wearing a pair of his darker blue jeans and his black leather jacket. His hair still a little damp. "God, I love that jacket." I smiled.

He smiled back. "You look nice."

"Thanks." I felt blush, and pulled at hem of my shirt. "Um, we should probably put our bags in the car." I grabbed my little pink bag and threw it over my shoulder, Derek doing the same with his own. Our shoes slipped a bit on the lobby's tiled floor, and then we were outside.

Derek swung open the trunk, tossing his in carelessly. Then, other than slamming it shut not even considering me, he reached out, slid mine of my shoulder and put it in the back beside his.

I smiled. I had smiled at Derek, again. I guess I just finally didn't mind him around.

"Your welcome." He muttered, heading back into the lobby.

Of course, he ruined it.

Back in the lobby, we sat waiting for them to finish getting Marti and the other kids ready. I wanted them to come quick, because it was a lot easier to not be attracted to my stepbrother with our family around. He was rubbing the palm of his left hand with his right thumb. Something was on his mind, that was his tell.

"What's wrong with you?" I guess my tone wasn't the nicest or most interested sounding, but he won't care.

"Nothing." That response seemed to roll out just a bit too quick.

I am so not convinced. "I know something is bothering you. Talk to me Derek."

He shrugged, slouching down a little. "You know nothing."

Okay, no need to get snippety. "Fine, whatever."

"Besides why would you care anyway." He stopped the hand motion. He knew I was right, I loved being right.

It was silent for a few very lifelong minutes. Bump. His knee rubbed against mine. Goosebumps trickled over my skin. I am so weak. Now why did things like that have to go and happen out nowhere? Again, bump. Shit. "Hey, um I'm gonna go get something from the vending machines, you want something?"

He shook his head no, and I took off down the hall.

Vending machine... vending machine... vending machine. Ah! There it is. I scan the very, very few appealing choices and decide on some granola bar. As I'm dispensing my change, I hear footsteps coming toward me. I send a glance over my shoulder. Derek. "What do you want?"

"I changed my mind." His eyes centered in on mine. Why is he looking at me?

"Oh." I didn't look away, but I tried to. "There's something you want?"

He only nodded. Then he brought a hand to my cheek and rub it lightly with the pad of his thumb. I felt my face start to burn, what is he doing? And then I knew it, he is going to kiss me. He pushed me into the little available space between the wall and the vending machine and put his other hand against the wall. His lips lingering inches, no millimeters, away from mine and I nearly winced in anticipation. My eyes seemed to automatically close themselves. Then I felt the familiar breath on my ear and heard the same gruff voice. "Why don't you get a candy bar for your favorite brother." And after flashing me his smirk, he vanished down the hall.

My breath, had become uneven and I tried to get myself back. What the hell was that? It might have just been him playing another game, but it just confused the hell out of me. Okay, so I officially know I would have kissed my stepbrother. So I guess I am just a little bit screwed up. But now all attempts at trying to fight my attraction is down the toilet. I rub my forehead and reach for my granola bar, but I know I'm not even going to try to eat it now.

When I get back to the lobby everyone is just getting there as well. Derek, leaned back in his chair looking cocky. Ugh.

"Hey Casey." George smiled, looking down at the bar in my hand. "I was going to take you guys out for breakfast."

"Oh okay." I took the bar and sunk it in the trash.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion. "O-kay. Everybody in the car."

We shuffled to the car and I tried my hardest to keep from all communication with Derek. George drove up a few miles to Denny's and we all got a booth together. I sat with Mom and George to my left and Derek to my right. Derek sat near Marti, then Lizzie and then Edwin. Basically everyone ordered eggs or pancakes. I stuck to my usual one egg scrambled and a small plain pancake, no toast and no meat. I really wasn't even up for that. Derek on the other hand ordered two pancakes, two eggs, white toast and sausage. He was definitely not affected. I knew he was messing with me. Okay maybe I didn't know, but he was.

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I am such a loser. I had her, I had her in my grasp and I went and effed it up. I always screw everything up. I could have just kissed her like I was going to, but no I lost my balls half way through. I really was going to. She did look at me a little funny when I came close to her. Great, now my stepsister must think I'm a weird, disgusting, incestor person. Seriously, what did I think was going to happen anyway? Me and her would become a couple? Not unless we planned on making a guest appearance on Jerry Springer or any one of those type shows. Look at her. Why did someone like her have to become my stepsister?

"Smerek!" Marti shouted, almost loud enough to catch the entire diner's attention.

"Hey hey what's the problem?"

"I can't do it." Her face grew long, as she tried to cut a piece of her pancake.

"Here, let me do that." I took the fork, grabbed a knife and began cutting small pieces off the chocolate chip pancake on her plate. "There you go Smarti."

Her eyes were bright as she placed a peck to my cheek. "Your the bestest!" And just after giving a small clap, she dug into her breakfast. Well, at least I knew there was one girl that didn't look at me entirely as some cocky, smart-ass, girl-playing, jerk. But I guess that's bad she's just my five year old sister.

"So, how did everyone sleep?" Nora asked kindly, chewing the last bit of what was in her mouth.

I almost went to answer, but then I saw Casey's head bend down. She seemed actually upset. And of course it was probably my fault.

The rest of the family talked, except me and Casey. Actually come to think of it, I don't think either of us said one word the rest breakfast.

Then we all went to our seats in the car, dad started the engine and we were on the road again.

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A/N: That is chapter four! I hope it wasn't too odd. And I didn't really know if there is a Denny's in Canada cause I'm from the US, but I just went for it. Tell me what you guys thought. And ya'll best be reviewing... otherwise I'll know. And then you'll need to be scared... lol