Author's note: I decided to continue this because... I wanted to. HAHA. That's all you need to know. :) ALSO: this may seem a bit different, but only because its like... not in drabble format anymore, but its kind of still the same. haha.

They Try to Pull Me Away

Chapter Two: Awhatnow?

Disclaimer: I don't ownnn.

I don't know who did it, but someone told.

And it was just so aggravating (not to mention embarrassing).

What's worse is that as soon as she found out... she stopped all contact with me.

I heard snippets of information from Edwin.

"Your sister wants nothing to do with you." "Your sister has a new boyfriend." "Your sister is happier than she's ever been."

And I almost want to believe it all (because life would be so much easier if I could just get heartbroken and move on). I really would believe it if it weren't for one thing.

I saw her one day. Which wouldn't be so clarifying, in this sense, if she hadn't been standing outside of my dorm room. I had opened the door just after hearing the lightest tap (It's not like I'd been -sitting. waiting. wishing- for her to come and tell me she felt the same way or anything).

I saw her just standing there, and God, I never wanted someone to just... say something so much in my life (especially not Casey).

Her face was just shocked that I'd even opened the door, (like I wasn't actually supposed to hear her knock). The only sound she made was a small croak in her throat, (which, as it seemed, she wished hadn't slipped out) before she was gone.

And it was times that where I almost wished I hadn't met her.

Casey freaking McDonald. Who knew she was the Queen of all avoidance techniques?

Oh that's right, I did.

I hadn't realized it 'till she started avoiding me... but I knew everything about that girl.

Casey mother-effing McDonald - Loves her family

Casey McDonald - Freaks out about stupid things.

Casey McDonald - Valedictorian

Casey McDonald - Collects snow globes; and dolls.

Casey McDonald - cries like the Niagara Falls.

and the worst?

Casey McfreakingDonald. Fights Back.

How many times did I have to experience that one? I could make a pretty hefty list, let me tell you.

Casey McDonald was a fighter and he knew that (probably better than anyone). She was just working on instinct. Fighting. Her feelings, her conscience, her morals. The best part is... I know she'll come around.

As much as she fights, I know from that one instance of her in front of my door, that she feels the same way.

That's how well I know Casey McDonald.

And I guess... It's better this way- that someone else told her; because honestly? If it were left up to me to tell her, she'd be clueless for the rest of her life. So in a way, I'm thankful to the backstabbing asshole.

At first, I wasn't sure why anyone would tell her, considering they were so against it. Then it occurred to me: maybe that's precisely the reason they told her. They wanted her to agree, to say that it was gross, wrong, whatever. I mean what other reason could there be?

Answers were definitely owed to him.

"What did she do when you told her?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, D."

"Liar. I know it was you. With all of this crap you've been spewing to me about how happy she is and how she has a boyfriend? You really should be ashamed; betraying your own flesh and blood."

"You should be ashamed for wanting your own sister."

"You know I never saw Casey as a sister. Just tell me how she reacted, Ed. And Don't. Lie."

"Honestly... she looked like she was going to puke."

The words echoed through my head; my stomach fell in response.

But, but... I know her. I wracked my brain for some sort of answer to her behavior. Edwin! Leave it to him to find a way to twist this round.

"Would you stop bullshitting me?! She may have 'looked like se was going to puke' but I know, that she always looks like that when she's coming to some realization. Especially something that may not be in her ideal world of perfect. Stop finding ways to crush my spirit and support me for once!" I was on a roll and wouldn't stop (not like I could if I tried), "I love her, Ed. And you should know that when I say that I mean it. It shouldn't matter to my brother who I'm in love with as long as they make me happy."

Silence. That means I won.

"She was stunned, D." I smiled, "I told her; she almost fainted; I tried to ask her how exactly she felt about it; I accuse it of being gross in hopes she'd agree... she just... got up and left."

"Thanks, Ed. It means a lot, really."

"But, Derek..."

"Huh?"

"I wasn't lying... about the boyfriend."

Awhatnow?!