Derek came through Casey's back door with handfuls of bags

Derek came through Casey's back door with handfuls of bags. Lying them on the counter, Derek put the ice cream in the freezer, chips in the cupboard, and pop in the fridge. Before he closed it he grabbed a can and cracked it open.

"Okay Casey so I got, Disturbia, Rosemary's baby, Texas chainsaw massacre, and across the universe to get you to sleep tonight. My sleeping bag is still upstai-" Derek walked in the living room to see Sam there.

"Hey Derek…" Sam said. His voice was full of nervousness and bitterness. Derek glared at Sam as Casey jumped down the stairs.

"Derek…" Casey said her voice confused. Derek scoffed and tossed the movies down on the couch.

"We never hang out anymore Case." Casey arched her eyebrow as she speared an olive with her fork.

"What are you talking about we hang out lot's." Derek narrowed her eyes at her and Casey bit her lip.

"I know I'm sorry. I haven't been making time for you lately."

"Lately? Case, it's been three months. When was the last time we had our movie night. Three months ago."

"Derek… I'm sorry… let me make it up to you. Movie night. You choose. Whenever you can." Derek studied Casey for a while before running a hand through his hair. She was beside him staring at him with a smile and puppy dog eyes that she knew always worked on him even though he would never admit it. She kept moving to try and get in his field of view before he growled.

"Saturday night. I'll bring the junk food and movies. I'll tell Dad I'm staying over so we have time to watch a lot."

"Sounds good." Casey smiled. Derek let a grin spread across his face as he backed up away from her and down the hall.

"Don't forget, Saturday night!" he called before turning and heading off down the hall.

"Oh my God Derek! I'm so sorry." Derek crossed his arms over his chest as Casey went towards him. He scoffed with his smirk coming back on his face.

"And I thought I was the only one who could give fake apologies." Derek saw Casey's jaw drop. She was opening and closing it like she was trying to figure out what to say.

"Derek. Don't blame Casey, it's our one month." Derek flashed a glare at Sam before his smirk was wider then ever sarcastically smiling at Casey.

"How sweet. You bailed on me for your 'month-aversary.'" He could see Casey's eyes glittering with tears but he couldn't stop himself.

"We'll enjoy the movies and food." He turned to walk towards the backdoor.

"Oh and you know what Case. Eat lunch with Sam tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that; cause frankly I am done being taken for granted just to get tossed out for him." The words weren't that mean, but Derek's voice was full of venom. Casey backed up slowly with tears falling down her face in steady streams of sadness before darting up the stairs trying to hide her face.

"What's your problem Derek? It was an accident!" Sam said grabbing onto the shoulder of Derek's jacket. He turned a knocked Sam's hand off with a lot of force as his eyes burned into him.

"You. I don't want to hear anything from you." Derek said as he turned to leave. Sam ran around him and pushed both his shoulders hard enough to send him stepping backwards into the living room again. Sam pushed Derek's shoulders once again.

"We'll if your going to make my girlfriend cry, you're going to have to."

"Get the hell out of my way Sam." Derek said stepping forward so they were in each other's faces.

"Or what? You're going to make Casey cry again? Your pathetic. I have no idea why she's been your friend this long. She forgot about your plans big deal suck it up and stop over reacting."

"Last time Sam. Get. Out. Of. My. Way."

"Go and apologize to Casey." Derek set his jaw. He would have apologized her if he didn't have some one forcing him. Now he just wanted to argue. Sam was pushing his buttons.

Sam let out a laugh that made Derek's eyes widen.

"I get it. Your jealous." Derek scoffed rolling his eyes as Sam stepped towards him.

"Your jealous because I get to hold her, and touch her, and kiss her whenever and wherever I want and all you can do is sulk on the sidelines while I'm doing things to her you could only dream of."

Sam was pushing his luck. He knew it; but he wanted an honest to god fight with Derek. He never liked him. And to be honest, he was jealous himself. He may have been able to keep Casey all to himself, but she would always bring him up one-way or another.

"Have you ever heard her laugh Derek? I mean out of actual pleasure? I have, many, many t-" Derek shoved Sam back slightly and pulled his arm back swinging it at him with full force. Derek's fist connected with Sam's jaw causing him to spin into the doorway to the kitchen.

Sam took a brief moment to wipe his mouth clean of some blood before he charged at Derek. Sam tackled him to the ground and Derek saw dots cloud his vision as his head bounced off the floor. Derek stuck his foot in Sam's stomach and pushed him off before struggling to his feet. Derek shook his head trying to clear his vision as Sam punched him in the stomach. Derek fell forward and Sam grabbed hold of him as Derek did the same so they were holding each other and struggling.

"What is going on?" Casey called.

"Nothing, leave." Derek grunted.

"No Derek. Tell her." Sam ripped him self free.

"Tell me what?" Casey asked. Derek was fuming at Sam before turning to Casey.

"As long as he's around. I can't be." Derek said quietly only to her as he brushed past her, his shoulder bumping hers, not hard, not to hurt her, but just to show his fury; before he slammed the door behind him.

Derek slammed the door as hard as he could as he chucked his coat onto his recliner.

"D, what's wrong with you?" Edwin asked startled from the couch. His face was full of confusion.

"Nothing!" Derek shouted as he ran up the stairs to his room.

Edwin didn't follow. He knew that if he went up there now, Derek would use him as a punching bag. Deciding to give him a while, Edwin tried to concentrate on the TV.

Derek was so furious his teeth were chattering and his fist's were shaking. How Dare Sam say that about him? How dare he claim that Derek was jealous? Derek, get any girl he wants, Venturi. Was not jealous. And how dare he say anything about Casey. Especially like that. Like she was just some, whore that he could do whatever to, say whatever to. It made his blood boil.

Derek flopped back onto his bed and shoved the heels of his hands into his eyes rubbing furiously.

Why would Sam say that? It just made Derek's head swim.

"Have you ever heard her laugh Derek? I mean out of actual pleasure? I have,"

How far had they gone? What had he done to her, how much has he seen of her?

Derek let out an angry scream as he chucked the pillow at the opposite wall knocking some of his hockey trophies onto the floor.

Sleep Derek thought. Sleep will distract him from this nightmare.

Derek tossed his knife into the sink and shoved the mustard back in the fridge before going to take a large bite from his sandwich. The house was quiet. Dad was at a trial and Marti and Edwin were at moms; House all to himself. And he hated it.

The back door knocked and Derek put down his sandwich and took a gulp of his soda before answering it.

"C-Casey." he stuttered as she pushed past him into the laundry room.

"Why are you here?" he asked Casey was fidgeting as she leaned back against the dryer.

"We need to talk." Derek crossed his arms across his chest and glared at her.

"We talked enough yesterday Case. I made it clear."

"I know, You made it clear that I had to choose, you or him. And I have decided." Derek felt his heart drop to his stomach. She had made that decision in one night? It was that easy for her to choose between them?

"Thanks for telling me. Now go." He said turning to head back to the kitchen. Casey leaned forward placing her hands on his waist grabbing his shirt in her fists to keep him still.

"Let. Me. Finish." Her voice was stubborn. Derek poked his cheek with his tongue as his eyes rolled.

"You Derek, You are what's important to me. You're my best friend, and… last night made me realize how much I take you for granted. You don't deserve that. And I'm sorry it took me so long to realize…"

"Realize what?" Derek said, his voice still bitter.

"That the one I love, the one I want to be with wasn't Sam. It was you." Derek turned around glancing at her face. It was straight, serious and earnest.

That's all it took for Derek to step forward. In one motion, his hand slid across her cheek so his fingers tangled into her hair and cupped her face. His other hand pulled her close to him as he pushed her against the Dryer. He kissed her and behind closed eyes he could se an explosion of color like no other. He couldn't remember a better moment, he couldn't even remember his name at this moment, all he could think about was her lips on his and the feeling of her hands roaming all over his chest. He moved the hand from her face and lifted her up onto the dryer so they were equal height.

He kissed her hungrily as she weaved her hand into his hair. His hand caressed her thigh as she whimpered into the kiss.

Edwin he heard echo through the house, but it seemed far away

Edwin! He heard again and this time his eyes snapped open and he was looking at the ceiling.