I walked off to my first period class, with a smile on my face. Not even English could bring my mood down today. I walked into class, not evening registering the shocked look I was receiving from the teacher for being not just on time to class but early.

"Good morning Ms. Wright!" I said, smiling.

"What are you planning Venturi?" She asked, suspicious.

"Nothing, can't a boy just be happy for once?" She sighed and said,

"Well I've still got my eye on you Mr. Venturi…can I expect a miracle by asking if you have your homework today?"

"Hate to disappoint you ma'am but no!" I said, slipping into my normal seat, still ecstatic from the realization that I wouldn't have to deal with Casey anymore.

The rest of the day passed quickly, and so did the next week. I was so happy that everything was back to normal, that everything seemed to pass by so quickly. It was Wednesday a week after I had gotten rid of Casey, Lizzie, and Nora when I realized that my wish wasn't perfect.

I came home from hockey practice, and run up to my room to change for a date. I was in my sweats, so I began to dig around for some jeans and a t-shirt…but I couldn't find any. They were all dirty, and I began to wonder why none of them had been washed.

Right Casey always did that. I thought, sighing before gathering up a pile of clothes and running downstairs to the washer and dumping them in.

I then stood there staring blankly at the washing machine. I tried to remember what Casey had tried to teach me on several occasions, but I had never bothered to learn. And dad, Marty, and Edwin were out tonight so I couldn't ask them. Finally I just dumped a whole box of soap into the machine, turned it on high, and ran up stairs to take a shower.

After I was done I wrapped a towel around my waist and ran downstairs to check on the clothes. My eyes widened to the size of plates when I saw the washer. It was over flowing with bubbles, spilling onto the floor. Finally I snapped out of my trance and ran over and stopped the washer making sure not to slip and fall. I looked up at the clock on the wall, 15 minutes before my date would be here. Great, just great.

Shaking my head, and ran back upstairs to me room, and threw everything out of my drawers until I found my brown polo shirt, and pair of decent jeans. I slid them on, popped my collar, and grabbed my leather jacket, just as the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs, and opened it to reveal Megan, a cute down to earth girl.

"Hey Derek. Ready to go?"

"Yeah sure. " I said, following her outside, and locking the door.

As we were walking to the pizza parlor, I wrapped my arm around her waist and she giggled. Smirking, I pulled her a little closer as she said,

"Oh and I hope you don't mind, but we're having a double date with my best friend. She's going out with Sam."

"Sure, no problem." I said, smoothly.

Soon we reached the parlor, and entered. Quickly Megan began waving frantically to someone. I assumed it was her friend, so I scanned the room, and I froze, not believing who it was that was waving back to her…