A/N: I hope you like this chapter. I was pleased with it. I changed the font.

When Casey got to school, she went directly to her locker. She knew Emily would be there. And she was. "Hey, Em."

"Hey Casey...um, your jeans are ripped.", Emily said as Bending down to look. "Are you hurt?"

Casey shook her head violently, not wanting to explain to Emily about the backyard scene. "Oh um, I just tripped, there was a rake and, yeah."

"Ookk, Case. Whatever you say...I gotta get to class."

After Casey's morning classes, she decided to forfit lunch and go see Paul a day early. I hope he is not with another kid. Casey walked to Paul's office and the door was open. Yes. She went in and found Paul eating a salad. "Hey, Paul can we talk for a little bit? I have something on my mind." Rather someone, but yes I got the basic point down.

"Sure Casey. You may shut the door if you'd like." Casey shut the door and sat down.

"What seems to be..." , Paul began, but Casey already dove in.

"I have had some strange feelings going on about Derek." She started off, even as Paul started to talk. This is an Emergency, he will excuse my rudeness.

Paul started to do his counsler questions. "What kind of feelings?"

"Well not hateful feelings. I guess kind of regretful that we have been fighting. And something else, that I just can not quite put my finger on." Or something I just do not want to put my finger on.

"That is great that you are regreatful about fighting. As for the other feeling, I think I know what you mean, only you can know that."

I figured Paul would say something like that. I will just get down to the fighting.

"How can I stop this horrible fighting and bickering? Without is seeming odd? I mean we have fought ever since I moved here. I do not want to all of a sudden stop...then the family might think there is some other feeling, oops , or um, something there."

"Well..."

"Well, What?" Casey kinda rudel snapped back. She was still a little protective of what might come out.

"Well...Is there something else there?" Paul said slowly.

Casey did not like to lie. It was not one of her specialtys. I guess I should just tell him. He is the guidance counselor.

"Maybe." Coward.

"I think you should figure that out then. It might be a good idea."

Casey just sat there for a moment. "I better go. Lunch hour is over soon."

"Bye Casey."

She walked out the door. Oh my, she thought to herself. Well I guess I will have to figure it out. I just do not know how yet. Casey thought about the situation all the way home. Even though Casey knew what she really felt. She did not even need to find out.

After school, Derek was standing by his locker. He was trying to figure out if he wanted to go see that lame guidance counsler, Casey always talked about. I guess I could. He is the guidance counsler after all. Confidential and such. Derek toward the guidance counslers office. The door was closed. He went right in without knocking.

Paul was sitting at his desk reading something. He looked up.

"Hello...How can I help you?"

"Hi I am Casey's step brother." Even saying being casey's step brother sounds wrong.

"Ah, yes, Derek. Take a seat."

"How can I help you today," Paul said repeating his words again. "Anything on your mind?"

More like someone. "Um, yes actually. I have been thinking about Casey lately, and this fighting sitiuation. You probably know about it."

"Yes, I do." Paul said as he closed the book he was reading.

"Well, I kind of want the fighting to end between us...but we have done it for so long, I do not know how."

"Only you can make yourself not bicker. You could try being nice to Casey and see how she reacts?" Paul suggested.

"Yes, but I do not want the family to think there is something there." Derek shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Is there something there?" Paul asked almost a little too genuinely curious.

"Ummmm..." Derek really did not know. "I don't know. Maybe."

"How about you try and figure out? It is worth a shot." Paul said now chuckleing inside his head, on how they secretly have the same feelings for eachother.

"Yeah. Uh, thanks...Paul." Derek said almost forgetting his name he was so wrapped up in thoughts about what could be.

"Anytime. Have a good afternoon."

Derek walked out the door a little confused. I guess I will have to figure out if I am in Love with Casey. He contempleted this on the way home knowing though, on the inside, he loved Casey. He did not need to find out. But the rest of him, said he did.

When Casey got home, she saw Edwin and Lizzie watching TV. They were far apart from eachother, Lizzie on her own Cushon, Edwin neatly on his side. She saw them glance at eachother and look up at Casey.

"Hey." They said at precisely the same time. Edwin glared at Lizzie.

"Ummm, Hi there?" They must be fighting. Or keeping some sort of secret.

Casey went upstairs to her room, and went to the computer. She did her homework, then opened up her journal, and proceeded to type:

I have decided that I will actually be nice to Derek. I think I want to get to know him better. Maybe then I will know.

Casey decided she might as well well write everything down.

Oh, who am I kidding I already know, I just want to get to know him better. Just to be around him.

Casey felt awkward typeing this, but it also felt good.

When Derek came home, he heard scrambleing and then Lizzie and Edwin on opposite sides of the couch, as it has been for about 2 weeks now.

Lizzie and Edwin greeted him, almost too brightly. Weird. He headed upstairs. He passed by Casey's door and heard her madly typeing. He knew she was most likely writeing in her journal. He thought that was cute. No one was around so he just leaned against the wall across from her door listening to her type. He stayed there for 5 minuetes, and just thought about Casey in general. Her hair. Her eyes. Her mind. Her. I think I really do love Casey. I am afraid to admit it. I am a chicken. Why can't I just do something about it? As he stayed there for a couple minuetes more he decided to hang around her more. Maybe, just maybe, she would know telepathically somehow, of his feelings for her. Since apperently I am too afraid to tell her.

"Dinner is done!" Marti shouted from downstairs.

Derek heard Casey abruptly stop typeing. He realized where he was, and how it would look weird if Casey saw him here. She heard her comeing to the door. He quickly sprinted to his room, shut the door.

Casey heard Marti shout that it was time for Dinner so she closed her program and went to the door. She opened it and heard Derek's feet clomping on the hard wood to his room. She looked out the door and saw the end of his shirt, swiftly going into his room. Huh.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review if you like. The next chapter will be written soon. Any ideas? Feel free to suggest them. Thanks :-)