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Chapter 4

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"Wait a minute…" I say warily, "you set me up on a date?"

Derek smirks, "Yep, with good ol' Chuck."

"Who's Chuck?" I ask.

Derek shrugs, "Tiffanie's more-than-likely mentally-deranged brother who scares girls more than dates them."

My jaw drops, "Why did you set me up on a date?"

Derek runs a hand through his hair, "Trust me, if I had the choice, I wouldn't have picked you to be the double date candidate, but Tiffanie wanted you to go on a date with her brother and I wasn't about to argue."

I roll my eyes, "How typical of you. A girl purrs in your ear and you fall all over her! You're sick." And with that I turn on my heel and stalk out of the living room.

"So you'll go right?" Derek calls up the stairs as I enter my bedroom.

I respond with slamming my door shut.

That insensitive creep, how could he! I'm not sure why I'm complaining, I mean, it does give me another date after all, but ugh!

I have to go on another double date with him and watch while his flavor of the afternoon crawls all over him and scolds me. Why does he always pick the sluts? Does he have any respect for women…at all?

Don't answer that.

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Casey didn't leave her room for the rest of the night, so I had to wait until the next morning to once again make my proposal.

"So you'll go right?" I ask impatiently as she sits on the kitchen counter, eating a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage.

Casey rolls her eyes and sits her plate down beside her before hopping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen.

"Is that a yes?" I ask, following her into the living room.

"No!" Casey practically shouts, turning around to face me.

"I'm sure Chucky isn't that bad!" My God, I just referred to him as Chucky.

She rolls her eyes; "You know what I think of when I think of the name 'Chucky'?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"The ugly red head from the Rugrats?" I ask sheepishly.

Casey narrows her eyes at me and shakes her head, "No, the possessed doll from those horror movies."

"I'm sure he's not a murderer, Case…" I hope not at least, you never know. Tiffanie may be from some really destructive home; I mean, she was kind of violent towards me.

Casey rolls her eyes and walks off down the hallway, her hips swaying from side to side. My eyes drift down towards them before jolting back up.

What am I doing?

"C'mon, you have to come, Case."

"Sorry, Derek, I don't think I do." She shoots back, making her way up the stairs.

I jog after her, "Won't you have fun at Broadway Billiards?" I ask as she enters her room.

She turns to look at me, "Billiards? Your date is at Broadway Billiards?"

I nod, "So, you'll get to have a great time with Chucky while also playing Skee-Ball."

Casey rolls her eyes, "Sorry, Derek. Not interested." She tries to slam the door in my face but I grip the side of the door to keep it open.

"What are you doing?" she asks confusingly.

"Will you please go on this date with me?" I plead.

Wait a minute…that did not come out right.

Casey raises an eyebrow towards me.

"I mean, with me and Tiffanie and Chuck, y-your date."

Casey rolls her eyes, "If it'll get you to shut up, fine."

I grin at her cockily, "I knew you would agree."

I release my grip from her door.

She replies by slamming it in my face.

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I come down stairs fifteen minutes until noon, dressed in a plain pink tee shirt and a pair of flared jeans with white tennis shoes on, my brown hair pulled back into a braid.

"Not too dressed up, now are you Case?" Derek asks, leaning against the back of the couch, his arms crossed over his chest and his hair tousled.

He can even make messy hair look good.

Okay, I really need to stop thinking like that.

"You're lucky I even agreed to go on this date." I shoot back.

Derek's eyes roll, "And for that I am thankful."

"Yeah, I bet you are."

Derek laughs, "No really, you have no idea what Tiffanie is like. My date last night scared the-"

He gets cut off by the doorbell ringing.

"I'll get it." He proclaims, pushing himself away from the couch and making his way towards the door.

Alright, let's see Chuck.

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Alright, let's see Chuck.

I pull open the door and am face to face with Tiffanie and a large guy with black, spiky hair and a goatee.

I hold back a chuckle and glance back at Casey, whose face is turning very white.

"Hey Derk." Tiffanie says, pecking me on the cheek.

Derek. My name is Derek. Why is that so hard to understand? Why?

"This is my bro, Chucky. Chucky, this is Caitlin." Tiffanie says, pointing towards Casey, who is leaning against the wall that divides the foyer from the living room, her eyes wide.

Chuck makes his way towards Casey and pulls her into a hug, lifting her off the ground, "It's so nice to meet you!" his gruff voice squeals.

That's a very interesting combination, I have to say.

"Same here." Casey chokes out as he sits her back on the ground.

"Well, let's get out of here." Tiffanie says and latches onto my hand, hauling us out of the house, Casey and Chuck close behind.

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"You have really pretty hair." Chuck murmurs towards me as we sit in the backseat of Tiffanie's Jeep Cherokee.

"Uh…thanks." I say uncomfortably.

"I just wanna run my hands through it and smell it." He says, and lets it loose from its ponytail, dropping the ponytail to the floor.

Hey now!

Derek turns around to face us and winks at me sarcastically.

Chuck places his hand on my thigh and leans in closer, making me scoot down to the very edge of the seat, my whole body crammed against the window.

Derek glances back again and sees where Chuck's hand is placed, his jaw clenches.

"Chuck, do you think you could maybe get her a bit of breathing room?" he asks annoyingly.

Chuck pushes himself off of me and leans towards Derek, "You calling me fat?"

Derek rolls his eyes, "No, I'm calling you suffocating. There's a whole backseat back there, you don't have to practically sit on her lap."

"What's it to you, punk?" Chuck seethes.

I push him back, "Its okay, Chuck." I say.

Chuck sighs and puts his arm around my shoulders, "It's alright, I just overreacted."

"See? Isn't this great? Just the four of us together?" Tiffanie asks with a dazed smile from the driver's seat.

She thinks the four of us together are great?

What is wrong with her?

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I'm about three points away from hurling a Skee-Ball at Chuck's head.

He will not leave Casey alone!

Like right now, for instance, he has his arm around her waist and I'm pretty sure it's going lower than that.

"Chuck…could you um…" Casey squirms under his hold.

"Get off of her." I finish.

Alright, something has to be wrong with me.

"Derk, don't bother their date." Tiffanie scolds me, punching my shoulder.

I roll my eyes and turn back to the machine, tossing my ball up. It rolls up the ramp and lands in the ten-point ring.

"Is that the best you got?" Tiffanie asks cockily, "I could beat that in a second."

Dear God, she's the female version of me. Only, I think I'm more appealing.

"Yeah," I sigh, "most people could. It's the ten-pointer; you can go all the way up to one hundred."

Tiffanie rolls her eyes, "Give me the damn ball and let me play!" she exclaims.

Whoa…schizophrenia much?

I hand her the ball and back away; for all I know, she could have a gun in her hoodie, just waiting to be whipped out at me if I beat her in air hockey.

"Derek, can I uh… talk to you for a second?" Casey asks nervously, as Chuck gazes into her eyes in one of those obsessed-stalker ways where he looks like he's just picturing her naked.

Great, now I'm picturing her naked.

Pretty hot if I do say so my--bad, Derek. Bad, bad, bad!

"Yeah." I reply.

You couldn't get me away from Tiffanie fast enough.

Casey leads me towards the bathrooms at the very back of the billiards.

"Okay, I don't know about you, but this is the worst date of my life." She sighs, running a hand through her long hair.

I smirk, "This is coming from the experience of what, three dates total?"

Casey narrows her eyes at me, "Shut up." She then lowers her voice, "Have you seen this guy? He's psychotic!"

I roll my eyes, "You think he's psychotic? Have you even met my date?"

Casey rolls her eyes, "Then can't we just ditch them or something?"

Tempting, but no. You can't let Casey beat you in this, Derek; for all you know, it's all part of her diabolical plan to force you on a date with her overly-obsessed best friend.
"Sorry Case, no can do. You might just have to suck it up."

Casey crosses her arms over her chest and scolds me, "Derek, incase you haven't noticed, he's already telling me about great places to have a wedding reception! Be expecting your invitation from him for our wedding in Jamaica any day now!" her face tenses up.

Man, she is really cute when she gets angry.

Okay, what the hell is wrong with me?

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Derek is so cruel.

He's is keeping me here with chummy Chuck, who is, by the way, driving me up the wall.

"So…" he says, fluffing his hand through my hair as I squirm away, "how do you feel about commitment?"

Note to self: KILL DEREK.

"Uh…I've made a strong commitment to my…religion."

"Oh, like going to church weekly? That's cool." Chuck says.

I shake my head, "Well, I'm training to become a nun, and you see…well, we kind of get married to God and not to-"

"What the hell do you mean we're not getting married?" he shouts out before I can even finish my pathetic excuse for a lie.

His voice booms so loudly that I almost fall off the bench that the two of us are sitting on.

Derek and Tiffanie hurry over, Tiffanie's head shoots right towards me, "What did you say to him, slut?"

"Whoa, what did you call her?" Derek asks, stepping up beside her.

"She's not gonna marry me, Tiff. She's becoming a nanny!"

"A nun…" I correct him.

Derek eyes me confusingly before he starts chuckling.

Tiffanie whips her head towards him, "This isn't funny, Derk! Your heartbreaker-of-a-sister over there just broke my Chucky's heart! And you're laughing."

Derek opens his mouth to object…or agree, "Well I-"

"That's it." Tiffanie cuts him off, holding her hands in the air, "Chuck and I can't deal with you two. We're out of here. C'mon, Chuck." Tiffanie orders and latches onto his arm, hauling him away.

Chuck turns back to look at me, "I take back my proposal! I take it back!" he shouts before they leave completely.

Derek plops down beside me and runs a hand through his hair, tilting his head back.

I turn to look at him, "Weirdest date you've ever been on?" I ask in reference.

Derek shakes his head, "No, but it definitely makes top five."

I let out a laugh before I see a very cute guy working at the prize counter, smiling down at some nine-year-old girl.

I put on a smile and stand up.

Derek eyes me confusingly, "Where are you going?"

I smirk towards him, "I only have five days left and I still have thirteen guys to date." And with that I turn and walk towards the guy.

He looks up and smiles at me, "What can I get you?" he asks, "Don't see any tickets."

I let out a laugh, "Guilty as charged, I was planning on robbing the toy counter…that's a nice stock of whoopee cushions you've got there." I say jokingly.

Oh my God, I'm lame. So, so, so lame!

He chuckles, "Only the best at Broadway Billiards: making your dreams of being the next Ashton Kutcher come true."

I grin and hold out my hand, "I'm Casey."

"Brian." He replies, shaking my hand and smiling, "That was a pretty bad confrontation you had back there."

I wince, "Yeah…not one of my best moments."

Brian laughs, "Well can I make it up to you?"

"And how could you possibly do that?" I laugh.

"By asking you out for pizza and a movie tonight."

"I think that would definitely make up for it." I grin.

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Unbelievable.

On the worst date of her life, she snatches up another date within five minutes.

How did she do that?

She's been at that stupid billiards place all day, just waiting for the guy to get off of his shift.

I had to take the bus home all by myself.

I almost got a date, actually. It would have worked out between us…well, had she not been sixty-two and called me 'sweet cheeks'…that kinda killed the mood.

"Will you quit staring at the door?" Edwin asks.

I snap my head towards him, "What?"

"You've been staring at the door for the past hour…it hasn't changed, trust me."

I glance at the clock, "Its ten-thirty…shouldn't Casey be home by now?"

Edwin laughs, "Oh my God, you're on Casey watch."

Lizzie approaches the living room, a sandwich in her hand, "He's waiting for Casey?" she laughs, plopping down on the couch beside Edwin.

Edwin nods, "She'll be home in an hour, Derek. Why are you freaking out about it?" he asks, grabbing Lizzie's sandwich and taking a bite out of it.

She slugs him and snags it back.

"She could have called." I mutter under my breath.

"She did." Lizzie replies, "She called Mom during dinner and said 'Don't wait up, I'll be home around eleven'. And she told you that when you called her twenty minutes ago."

I roll my eyes, "It's been more than twenty minutes, Lizzie."

Edwin eyes the clock, "Actually, that was only seven minutes ago that you called her." He takes back the sandwich and bites into it.

Lizzie rolls her eyes and flops back against the couch.

"So I'm overprotective. Sue me."

"You're way to overprotective." Edwin says, "It's almost like you're a jealous ex-lover of hers or something."

Lizzie laughs, "Yeah, it's like you have a crush on her!"

"That's incest, Liz." Edwin sneers towards her.

She scoffs, "Hardly, Edwin. We're all stepsiblings. I mean, I could kiss you right now and it wouldn't be wrong."

Edwin jumps up from the couch, dropping the sandwich on the coffee table, "Don't."

Lizzie grins and stands up from the couch, "Why Ed, scared to be kissed?"

Edwin shakes his head, "Just don't do it, Lizzie."

I have the most bizarre family in the history of bizarre families.

Lizzie steps towards him, causing him to back up against a wall, "C'mon Edwin, I won't bite…much."

"Stay away!" he exclaims and shoots up the stairs.

Lizzie watches him run up the stairs before bursting out laughing and flopping back down on the couch, grabbing her sandwich and taking a bite out of it, "That was almost too easy."

I smirk and before glancing back at the door.

Where is she?

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