Um, yeah. I'm not too sure about this chapter. I was going to put something in but then thought about it more and came to a conclusion that it had nothing to do with this story. So here's Chapter Four. Enjoy!

Derek was pissed. He couldn't believe this. What did they think, they could just pack him up and move him whenever they wanted? Hell no.

"Are you kidding me?" Derek asked. "You can't just move me like I'm a piece of goddamn furniture."

"Yes I can." She simply said, pulling out his duffle bag from the closet.

She tossed him the bag and she walked out of his room. He sighed and got out of bed to start backing because he didn't want Casey to come back and yell at him again. And after an hour of packing, making sure everything was there, and awkward good byes, Derek and Casey were in front of an apartment building.

It sucked getting all of the stuff into the small hallways and into the actually apartment. He was impressed with what he saw. But then again, Casey's dad had money. And he also noticed that there was only one room.

"Uh, why is there only one room?" Derek asked.

"Because, it's my room."

"What about me?"

And at that moment, movers came in a set a couch on the floor. Casey walked over to it and started pulling out the cushions. She then pulled out the mattress and presented it to Derek.

"Say hello to your new bed." Casey said to him.

"Oh, hell no. I am not sleeping on a pull out."

"Well, now that you're living with me, you don't have much of a choice."

"Then I'll leave." He said to her.

"Oh, okay. Let's see how far you get with no money and no way of getting back home." She stated, "I'll tell you what, I'll give you a head start." He looked away, "Where would you go? Who would you turn to if you needed something, something where you have to set your pride aside and actually ask for help?"

Derek didn't say anything. He looked at her one last time before he walked out of the building.

Casey sighed and let him go. He would be back when he realized that he had no idea where he was.

XxX

She was right. He didn't know what to do. He had no idea where he was but he was smart enough to walk in a straight line so he could find his way back.

Now, he wasn't about to admit that he needed help or that he was grateful that Casey was willing to help him, but he was man enough to admit to himself that he wanted to be better. And as much as he wanted to go back to Casey, fall on his knees and beg for her help, he wasn't going to. No, he just kept walking.

He looked at his watch and saw that he had been walking for an hour. But he wasn't about to stop. He needed time to think, well he was actually trying to fin some place to score some kind of drug. He preferred crank but he was in such a need, weed would satisfy him. And as he walked past an alley way, that sweet aroma of weed, and meth, filled his nose.

He looked around before walking straight down to it.

XxX

It had been a little over two hours and Derek still hadn't come back. Needless to say, Casey was worried.

Suddenly, Derek cam stumbling into the apartment, falling into the wall then laughing at himself.

"Where the hell have you been?" Casey demanded.

"I can't remember." He laughed out.

She sighed as Derek walked into the still unpacked living room, on unsteady legs. She watched as he tried to plop down on the couch. He missed entirely and landed on the floor. She rolled her eyes when she heard him laugh. And then she left the living room and walked to her room, shaking her head.

"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Casey asked herself.

XxX

The next morning, well, afternoon, Derek was woken up by someone pushing him off the couch. He groaned.

"Get up." Casey demanded.

Derek didn't get up. He simply rolled on his stomach and started to fall back to sleep.

Casey rolled her eyes and walked to the kitchen. She started digging around in boxes trying to find something. She found what she needed and filled it with water. And even though it bugged her that she was going to do this, but she walked over to Derek and spilled the contents in the container on his body.

He jumped up and glared at her. She had a smug smirk on her face as she looked at him, covered in water.

"What the hell did you do that for?" He asked her.

"I told you to get up. And I expect you to."

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Oh yes I can. See, this is my apartment, meaning you follow my rules. Meaning," she said, reaching into his front pocket, "this?" She pulled out a baggie with a blunt in it, "Is no longer apart of your life."

"What makes you think you can change that?"

"I told you Derek, this isn't a summer where you're gonna get off scott free. This is a summer where what you do, you'll have to suffer the consequences."

And she walked to the bathroom. He followed her quickly and before he got there, she had already flushed it down the toilet.

"Like I said, this is gonna be the worst summer of your entire life."

And without a word, she walked out.

XxX

For the next week, Derek said nothing to Casey. She was trying to get everything moved and he was making to effort to help. She would try to get him to help but he would just ignore her. She had had it. She needed help from him. She couldn't move everything by herself.

Derek was sitting on a chair, feet propped up on a stool when she came waltzing in the still empty living room. She kicked the stool out from under his feet and he glared at her.

"I have had it when you're 'I don't give a damn' attitude. You're gonna help me whether you like it or not." He snorted, "And right now, I don't give a damn if you want to or not."

"Yeah, right."

She shook her head.

"You're hopeless."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Derek asked.

"It means I don't know what to do to get through to you." She sighed. "Now I know the reason why everyone gave up on you."

Her words stung. It may have not been much to anyone else, but to Derek it was like she just stuck a knife in his heart and twisted it over and over again. He watched her walk to her room and she shut her door. He was left all by himself and he felt it this time.

He then sat on the couch and thought back to the time when his life was in control. Before everyone gave up on him because Casey was right. Everyone in his life gave up on him. And it hurt.

He remembered the day when Sam started ignoring him. It was about two weeks after he started using drugs. A month after his dad and Nora's divorce; and when Sam started ignoring him, Sally broke up with him. But he saw that coming. It seemed like after they first had sex, they started to drift apart.

He remembered the day he was kicked off the hockey team. He had been going to practice late and sometimes not even showing up at all. He knew that was coming too. He knew it was only a matter of time that it would happen. And after that, nothing really surprised him at all.

Even when he realized he barley graduated. It was a shocker that he even did graduate.

And his mind brought him to now. He knew why his dad sent him to New York. He knew his dad had had enough of him. He knew why Edwin ignored him all the time and always stayed in his room. He even knew why Marti wasn't talking to him. And it killed him to know that she was afraid of him. He knew why Lizzie wasn't around when he was and he knew why Nora practically gave him to Casey. He just didn't know why Casey was being so strict with him and why she took him in.

He sighed and got into his couch/bed and went to sleep.

XxX

When Casey woke up, she was confused at the sight of her living room. Half the carpet was pulled up, revealing dark hardwood floors. The rest f the furniture was on the wood and she heard grunting. She peaked out of her doorway and saw Derek in jeans and a shirt with gloves on and he was pulling and tugging on the carpet. And with one hard tug, he pulled more of the carpet away from the walls. He had pulled so hard, when the carpet became detached; he fell on his butt with a groan.

She watched him get up and start all over again. And soon enough, he had pulled all the carpet in the living room. She walked into the living room, making her presence known, when he started to roll up the carpet.

As he finished, he felt someone watching him. He looked up and froze.

"I was gonna do the kitchen but I thought you wanted to do that yourself." Derek said after a few seconds.

"Derek,"

"I remembered you like hardwood floors. Well I hope so."

"No, I do."

He then stood up, bringing the carpet with him, and he leaned it against the wall by the door.

"Wanna get started on the living room?" He asked her.

"Sure." She said with a small smile.

And he helped her. He helped her move all the furniture in the living room even though she kept changing her mind about where she wanted to put it. They even had a civilized conversation, for the first time ever. And it was a surprise to both of them; they shared many laughs that day.

They had a small tiff about the kitchen, something that Derek found he missed greatly. And even when he didn't get his way about the kitchen, he was feeling better.

And after a day of moving the furniture around, they decided to call it a night.

She was just about to get into bed when she was stopped by a soft knock on her door. She walked over to it and saw Derek.

"Hey." She said to him.

"I just wanted to say good night."

"Good night."

"And um, I also wanted to say that I'm sorry." He swallowed, "I'm sorry for being a jerk."

"Thank you."

There was an awkward silence before Derek started moving away.

"Night." He said once more to her.

"Night."

Now, don't think that it's going to be all sunshine and daisies. Lol Daisy, Dasey. Haha. Oh, come on I thought it was funny. Anyway, there is going to be drama in the future of this long summer. Prepare for tears, fights, and...well...I don't wanna give too much away. ;)