Chapter 2
Why oh why did dad have to marry Nora and give me Casey? Why am I in love with Casey?! I mean the girl just…infuriates me. (big word I no I got it from Casey) She is the only girl that I can't stun with my grin or my hockey. I'm just so used to having girls fall at my feet. So why can't she? Why can she throw herself at me so I could just write her off as another one of my adoring fans. But no, Casey will get right up in my face and tell me I'm wrong and that I'm a jackass. Casey is the only girl I know that I kiss and can walk away from me and tell me she hates me. She hates me. Oh God she hates me. She can't even stand to be in the same room as me. I was such an ass whole when she first moved in. She hates me.
I walked up to my room. Why did her room have to be across from mine. It's just not fair that she so close. I plopped down on my bed and picked up my guitar and just started to strum, letting my fingers take out some of the pain that I was feeling. Wait!!! When did the Derek Venturi become such a sap. I don't do this. I don't fall for girls they fall for me. This should be the other way around. Casey is the one that should be sitting in her room listening to her sad chick music wondering if I'll ever lover her. I've got half a mind to barge in there and… that's when my door open.
"Casey! it's called knocking and it was some of your stupid laws so I suggest that you follow it." She looked at me like I was a piece of lint ruining a nice black sweater. No matter how hard she tried I would not go away. I would always be the one imperfection in her life. That thought alone was enough for me to want to punch a wall out. But then there was the way she was standing over me while I was in my bed like I was she was going to yell at a young child. That's how she sees me. I'm an immature jerk that gets anything he wants just by smiling. In her eyes I don't believe in hard work, or working at all. Things are just handed to me. But what Casey doesn't know is that I can and do work hard. Just not in the perfect ways she does. Casey wasn't there when my mom left Dad and I had to take care of the kids. Casey doesn't understand singing to Smarti and Edwin so that they wouldn't hear my parents fighting. She doesn't know how hard I worked to make my mom stay. She wasn't there to see my mother leaving the house without a backward glance at her children. No Casey's world is fucking perfect and I am just an imperfection.
"Derek! Are you even listening to me?" She said snapping me out of my thoughts. "I want to know where you hid all of my makeup! He's going to be here at any minute."
"Who? Who's gonna be here at any minute? Does Miss. Stick up her ass have a date?" I said trying to not let any of the pain that I had been feeling creep into my voice.
"It's Sam if that will make you give me my make-up back any faster."
"You're going out with SAM? MY Sam?"
"Yes. My make-up please!"
"Get out of my room. I don't have your fucking make-up! Have fun with Sammy boy." I got stood up and got really close to her, knowing she wouldn't want a repeat of earlier. I pushed her out of my room and slammed the door in her face as she was trying to say something. I turned on Boy's Night Out (I got punched for sticking my nose in other people's business, just encase you guys wanted to know what I thought Derek would put on at this moment. ;)) as loud as I could. As the opening line of "You and me, you know that we were always funny in a car crash sort of way. Watch me bruise and bleed for you…. I hoped she heard it. I hoped she heard that this would always be the song that I listen to when I think our her. I sing this in my dreams when I'm dreaming of her. I'm always dreaming of her now a days. In my dreams I always sneak into her room. Just to make sure that she's there and okay. I never know what happened to make her not okay, but I always go check to make sure that she is okay. Any ways I sneak in and she goes.
"Oh Derek, I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you to realize that I love you too. That I want to be with you. It's always only been you that had a hold on my heart." Even in my dreams she speaks in that way that almost pushes me to the brink of tears. I don't say anything to her. I just walk over to her bed and lean down…. And that's when I wake up. I never know if I kiss her or if she just laughs in my face and says that I fell for it. I just never know. And this dream only adds to my long list of question that are all about Casey.