AN/ This chapter is going to be a lot of talking between the two. Sorry i took so long, but I had like shitloads of problems writing this chapter. I still hate it, but there was no way for me to fix it. I hate when I'm unhappy with a chapter…then my updates start to slow and I run out of things to write. I'm hoping this isn't the case for this story, because I liked it so far :(

"Oh." Said Casey, upon seeing who had entered her room. He simply took a seat at her computer chair and inched it closer to the bed she was resting on. Casey put her book down and turned off her stereo. She sat up. "What do you want?" she demanded.

"Oh you should already know," replied Derek, almost smugly.

Casey blushed and looked down. Why was he bringing this up? It was one thing she REALLY didn't want to talk about, and he should want to either!

"Yes and?" she mumbled instead.

"What do you mean and?" he asked incredulously "This entire day has been incredibly uncomfortable, and now YOU, queen of talking refuses to talk? I'm surprised I'm even in here initiating this conversation; I expected that you would've grabbed any chance you had to talk. Why the hell have things been so weird?"

Casey simply shrugged. How was Derek supposed to know that she had been backing out of talking to him all day? That she had found herself in front of his door on many occasions, only to back out at the last second and go back to her room?

Derek sighed exasperatedly. This was going to take a long time. He hated talking, and trying to talk to someone who refused to talk was going to be even harder for him. But he had to do it; because otherwise he'd get no sleep again, and things would be awkward again and that was something he didn't want to deal with even more than he didn't want to deal with talking. So here he was, pacing.

"Its just awkward." He heard from the bed. Oh thank God she had decided to speak! He sat down again.

"I mean," she continued "something like that has never happened to me before. And especially with you… I hated you for an entire year before I got used to your ways, and now this?"

Derek nodded in agreement "Believe me, I wasn't expecting anything like this either. Ever." Casey smiled. Now she was glad they were talking.

"And I don't want things to change," admitted Casey "I mean it was just a kiss, wasn't it?" She finished, looking at Derek, questioningly. And he wanted to answer 'yes' so badly, but he was stuck. For some reason, the word seemed to have slipped out of his mind, and he couldn't get himself to nod either. She continued to look at him, and Derek just sat there, looking down with a dumbstruck expression on his face. 'It was, IT WAS!' his mind screamed at him, but it wasn't coming out.

"Derek?" she asked again, softly.

"I don't know…" Derek found himself saying, 'But you do! YES!!' his brain screamed at him.

"Oh." Replied Casey, at a loss for words for the second time. She looked down again, and suddenly Derek found himself staring at her, full of the same feelings he had with Sally.

"Case…" he muttered, and she looked up. Their eyes locked, and Casey felt the tingle up her spine, and Derek almost kissed her again. But he stopped himself an inch from her face.

"I don't know what's going on." He said, getting off her bed, not knowing when he even got that close to her. He raked his hands through his hair and began pacing again, while Casey calmed the butterflies in her stomach.

"I think we need to keep talking," she said calmly, quite the opposite of how she was feeling " otherwise we'll never figure it out."

"Yeah, talking." He replied softy, sitting in her computer chair again, and as far from Casey as possible.
They didn't know who should start the conversation again. Casey knew she had nothing to say; she was still in shock from his previous comment.

"Did I kiss you, or did you kiss me?" Derek asked, breaking the silence. Casey shrugged and muttered, "You I think."

"Yeah…" replied Derek, he was now aware that it was up to him to keep this conversation going. He sighed.

"I don't know why I did it Case. Let me tell you that. But for once, I had fun with you, and I don't know, I was caught up in the moment." He said, getting up and pacing again, he stopped suddenly, as if coming to a realization. "And, I think I l-liked kissing you." He finished, surprised.

And Casey was surprised too, to say the least.

"I liked kissing you. YOU, Casey, my stepsister." He said again, stronger, turning to face Casey.

"Why?" she asked quietly.

"I told you I don't know... What's wrong with me? I liked kissing my sister!" he said, growing agitated. He sat down again and looked away.

"Step." Casey corrected quickly.

"Yeah, step…" he whispered, looking down at his hands.

"Derek…" Casey began, rising from her spot on the bed. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"Really Casey? Because you sure seemed to find what I did incredibly wrong, you even apologized to Nora for it. Which must mean that what I did was wrong and thinking that it was right must mean that I'm INSANE!"

"Derek…" she began again.

"NO, no more Derek… you were right. It was just a kiss, we should just pretend it didn't happen." He said cruelly, beginning to leave the room.

"But maybe now I don't want to pretend that it didn't happen." She whispered, just loud enough for Derek to hear her. He turned to see her standing behind him, fidgeting with her hands. "We both know I probably wouldn't be able to pretend anyways, seeing as how I'm the worst liar ever…"

He found himself standing right in front of her again. He smirked, and whispered a "yeah," before he found himself kissing her again. And this time, because she had talked it out beforehand, Casey didn't find it nearly as wrong as she had before. He pulled away, "you are the worst liar ever."

AN/ Ugh, sorry. That was awful. I think I'm gonna quit while I'm somewhat ahead unless you guys think I should keep on going with it. REVIEWS would be helpful in letting me know!

In any case, I've had lots of Dasey ideas in my head, one story in the form of a script. Let me know if you think I should risk writing it as a script, even though it's not allowed, or if I should try to change it.

ALSO, (wow, long note) I just watched Male Code Blue, and found it very obvious that Derek liked Casey then, and not even because of the "Wait that's why we're fighting?" but because of the first thing Sam says when they're playing video games, about "the agony of defeat" being too painful for Derek, and then he goes on to imply stuff about the Casey situation. So it's as if he was talking about Casey and defeat, anyone following me here? And then Derek looks like overly sad about letting Sam talk to Casey, and acts as if letting them talk is the stupidest thing he could do. If it was just step-brotherly emotions that made him act like this, I'd think he was a big drama queen.Which he's not, leading me to believe that it's the feelings he has for Casey that makes him act like this. Phew, that confused me, my logic is quite incomprehensible, as you can see. But let me know if you get my drift! :)