The End Chapter 2, a life with derek fanfic

Thank you for reviewing. You make me happy! Well, here's chapter 2. I must warn you...it'll get very OOC.

Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek.

"I don't know, man," Derek said, pacing around Sam's room while clutching his hair. "It really bugs me for some reason. This has never happened before. And what happens when we go off to college. She won't be there anymore for me to mess with her," he continued his ramble. Sam sighed from his bed and propped his head up on his hand. He knew exactly what was up with Derek, but telling him that might cost him an arm or leg.

"Dude, I think you should not worry about this, okay? Casey got into the same college as you did an-"

"But, she got into tons of other colleges as well! She got into Cambridge, man! Cambridge! How am I suppose to compete, much less live, with that?!" He was getting worked up over something that he shouldn't even worry about and he knew that, but it bugged him so much. It was like a little annoying tick that just would not leave him alone. He should be happy to have Casey out of his life, right?

Right?

"I doubt she'll accept Cambridge's offer, okay? She wouldn't leave Canada, much less this continent. It's alright. I told you to not worry about it," he said, trying to reassure his friend. But, then a thought occured to him. Maybe he could lead Derek into the direction where he would know why he's getting so worked up. "Well, how about this? If you're not going to brush it off, tell me how you're feeling."

Derek looked over at him and raised his eyebrows. "You sound like a freakin' therapist, Sam." Sam rolled his eyebrows and motioned for his best friend to do as he said. Derek sighed in response. "Okay, it's like...a bubbly feeling. I don't know. Okay, you know how when you take off really fast in a car and your stomach goes flying to your spine?" Sam nodded. "Yeah, that's how my stomach felt when I heard that Noel is taking her to the prom." Sam smiled. "Dude, why are you smiling?! There is nothing happy about this!" Derek shouted.

Sam shook his head, stood up, and walked over to Derek. He patted Derek on his back and said, "You're finally figuring things out, Derek. Now go." He pushed Derek out his bedroom door and closed it behind him. Derek stood dumbfounded with the door closed in his face.

"What?" He asked the door, but recieved no response. He sighed and decided on going home.

The ride home in his car was torture. Sam's last words kept replaying in his head. "What the hell did he mean by that?!" He asked no one in particular. He pulled into the driveway, put the Prince in park, pulled the key out of the ignition, and stepped out, slamming the door behind him in frustration. He growled as he walked up the pavement to the front door. Once he entered, he slammed that door behind him as well, and peeled his jacket off.

"Hey, Derek, don't slam the door like that," George said from the dining room table. Derek growled in response, but it was unheard by his father. Derek trudged upstairs, trying to decipher everything that had his head in a jumbled mess. Mainly, it was the bubbly feeling he got when he ran into Casey in the hall.

"De-rek!" She screamed in response. Derek frowned at her, clearly not in the mood to deal with her or the stupid bubbly feeling in the pit of his stomach. She furrowed his eyebrows at him as he continued to stalk off to his bedroom and slam the door behind him.

"What the heck?" She mumbled to herself. Then, shook her head and continued her walk downstairs. She stopped by George. "George?" she asked. He looked up from the many papers and folders on the dining room table and raised his eyebrows at her, signalling for her to continue.

"What's up with Derek?" She asked, motioning behind her with her thumb. George shrugged in response.

"I have no clue. He slammed the door closed when he came into the house and he seemed pretty ticked when he was walking up the stairs. If you really want to know, just go ask him," George said, then returned to the many papers and folders with a huff. Casey stood there with her eyebrows furrowed, thinking about his suggestion. With one sigh and shrug, she guessed she better give it a chance.

She walked back up the stairs and came to Derek's door where there was very loud music vibrating said door. She rolled her eyes. It was so typical Derek. She knocked loudly enough for Derek to hear her. And he heard her but made no movement from his bed to get up and answer his door. She sighed and opened the door. He kept his eyes on his ceiling as she closed the door behind her and put her hands on her hips.

"What's up with you?" She asked. He didn't answer. He didn't even move. He kept his eyes firmly planted on the same spot on his ceiling, his arms folded behind his head and his ankles crossed, trying to block Casey out and focus on the loud music. She huffed and stalked over to his radio system. He jerked his head towards her when she shut off the music and crossed her arms over her chest. He narrowed his eyes.

"Turn it back on," he hissed as she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She walked over to his bed and sat down by his legs.

"What's wrong with you today? You seem really pissed off. Why?" She asked. He continued to glare at her, but then shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling.

"Why do you care?" He whispered. She opened her mouth to respond, but couldn't seem to find words to answer. She closed her mouth and continued to stare at him. The next time she spoke, her voice was very soft.

"Are you okay?" She asked, placing her hand on his leg, which caused him to jerk away from her touch.

"Why don't you go hang out with Noel," he hissed, his voice showing the distaste at the name Noel. She stared at him, clearly confused as to why he would care if she hung out with Noel. She rarely hung out with Noel to begin with. Her mind started to wander over to how Noel asked her to prom and she began to wonder if maybe Derek was jeal- No, that's impossible. She shook her head and stood up.

When she reached his door, she turned her head to see Derek in the same position as before and just as rigid. She shook her head and left, closing the door behind her. At the sound of the door closing, Derek brought his hands over his face and groaned into them.

"God, Derek, why are you so stupid?!" He asked himself, but received no answer. He couldn't understand why he'd been such a jerk, why his stomach churned at the name of Noel, why his stomach nearly floated to his throat when Casey placed her hand on his leg, why he had jerked from her hand so quickly. None of it made any sense and his mind was a jumbled mess. There was college and the prom and never seeing Casey again. He was sure that he was upset by not seeing her because it was fun to mess with her. That was the most logical reason after all, correct? But, it felt like something more, something that was so foreign and different and like nothing he's ever felt before. He was sad when his mom left, but this was different. It was almost heart-wrenching. And that is what confused Derek most of all. Why would it pain him so much? Why would it pain him so much that Casey, his keener, grade-grubbing step-sister, was going to go off to some other college and go to the prom with some guy. Why should he care what guy takes Casey to the prom? Why should it matter this much? Why should it matter at all? Why?

Okay, so that was extremely lengthy at the end and you're probably going to get bored with it. Sorry about that, but please review! I'll love you!