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Well, rant over, Dasey isn't though!

Trois-

Derek enjoyed the days when he skipped. No one was ever at home, thus allowing him to be able to chill out in his house all by himself. He sat in his chair and relaxed. As he sat there mindlessly flipping through the channels, he wondered why Casey didn't meet him at the car that day. The just let it pass though, because he knew that she was in a relationship with her grades.

And what was the deal with the new fascination with Casey? He could have sworn that he gave up those feelings when she started to date Sam. After all, he wasn't a jealous boy, and defiantly wasn't going to waste his time on someone that wasn't up to his standards.

But gosh, when she came into the bathroom in the morning wearing next to nothing he felt his heart leap. He thought back to that movie his last girlfriend dragged him to. She said that love was often mistaken for loathing. But Derek was so sure that he really didn't feel anything for his stepsister.

He didn't even know that he fell asleep till Marti was jumping on him. He rubbed his eyes and whispered her name as she dragged him out of the chair. Looking at the clock, it read almost eight o'clock.

Well, I might as well go upstairs and pretend to do my homework, he thought to himself. When he reached the top of the stairs, he looked in Casey's door way. The light was still off and her bed was made. In fact, it looked like she hadn't even been home that day.

A surge of panic flowed through his veins, but let it pass. He knew that she was probably hanging with Max. Speaking of Max, he found one of his jerseys in his pile of clean clothes outside of his door. Was that jealousy, knowing that the jersey is what Casey slept in when she was seeking comfort at night?

Nora called up the stairs for him and he flew down them, hoping she had saved him some remnants for dinner.

"Have you seen Casey today? I'm afraid I have no idea where she is." Nora said. The worry in her voice scared Derek, and he got his keys.

"I don't know where she is, but I'm going to Smelly Nelly's." The lie was good enough for him, and obviously good enough for Nora. She nodded, and proceeded to call some of Casey's friends.

Derek loved driving. It seemed to calm him down a lot more than anything else did. He blared his music and tapped along to the beat. If he hadn't have wanted to change the CDs he wouldn't have saw the sight in front of him.

Max's car was stuck in the ditch. It looked like it flipped a couple of times and rolled off the road. Two trees lodged themselves in the side windows, and there was a door about fifty feet away.

Derek's never done a parallel park before, and he didn't try now. In fact, he stopped in the middle of the road and jumped out.

Derek Venturi is known for running fast. Hell, he's known for a lot of things, but most defiantly for his speed, in all areas of his life. He looked at the damage, and noticed that two bodies lay inside.

Let her be okay, he thought to himself. He didn't even double cross that sentence in his head. He noticed that the air bags never went off, and that they must have been flying around like sock puppets in there.

When he got around to Casey's side, he saw that they were both beaten up pretty badly. Derek didn't think that Max was still alive, but he knew that Casey was still breathing, for when he came over to open up the door, she called his name.

"Derek." She said quietly, as if she was silently screaming. "I'm glad you came."

Derek swore under his breath, and attempted to open her door, but it was caught. He dialed 911 and then repeatedly tried to open the door.

"Casey." He said, his tone aggravated and antsy. "I can't get you out!" He was screaming now, to all the owls and birds that were flying overhead.

"Its okay Derek. I think I'm just going to take a nap." Casey said, resting her blood stained forehead on the side of the seat.

"No, its not okay!" he said, and with that he took the last bit of energy he had from all his failed efforts and pulled her through the window. Her arm moved a couple of funny ways, and blood was pouring out of the back of her head. He used his favorite hockey sweatshirt (that he had been wearing) and wrapped it around her head. He continued to climb up the hill to the road.

"Derek." Casey said, letting her voice fade. "Really, I think all that excitement made me a bit sleepy."

"No!" Derek screamed, looking at his now blood stained clothing. "No stay awake. Talk about something with me." When she didn't reply, he shook her and called her name. He could hear the ambulance coming, and no doubt, her mother.

"Derek." Her voice was so quiet, it sounded like she was already in dream land. "I love you."

Those words shocked him. Long had he felt that way about her, since the day they met and those feeling have been growing every time they bickered or complained. Ye he didn't even get a chance to say them back, because she nodded off, head slumping way off his arm.

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