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This chapter was one of the harder to get out. I don't seem to know why. Maybe its because I have been working backwards from the end (which is done along with the chapter leading up to it.) Grrrrr.

Told in Derek's POV if you get confused. I think I love Derek enough to let him control this… Also, I'm basing his view on one of my good ex-guy friends that acts EXACTLY like Michael Seater in the show. deep sigh. Too bad that relationship is over. We could have been good together.

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Six-

It was a few days after the accident. Nora and George tried their hardest to make life go back to the way it was so that when Casey came home everything would be normal. Unfortunately for us, that meant cleaning the entire house. I don't like cleaning. In fact, most of the time I was sitting over at Emily's house. We were "bonding" (or that's what I told my parents.) In actuality though, we were talking about Casey.

"I would hate to not have any memory during my senior year. " Emily said one day, as we sat on her back porch, watching our youngest siblings rough house in the dirt. She brought along a bag of gummy worms for me, and I was pleased, well, for that moment in time. That was, till she brought up Casey.

"Yah I know." I said, through a mouth full of tie-dyed artificially flavored worms. I tried to be all low key about the fact that we were talking about Casey here. I tried to be old Derek, but it didn't work.

Since that night, I have not been able to keep in touch with old Derek. It was as if he went off on a trip to some third world country that didn't have a way to send postcards to and fro. So now I was stuck being sensitive Derek.

Personally though, we weren't getting along.

Sensitive Derek was worried about how in just five minutes or so, his step sister was going to be arriving from the hospital after spending a good amount of time in the Psycho Ward trying to figure out anything about the accident or the events leading up to it.

Meanwhile, Evil Derek wanted to push Casey down a flight of stairs.

But the ladder was excused from thought while Sensitive Derek toke over.

While in this process of thinking, Emily got up and walked over to the side of the house. She had been gone a while, and I could here happy shrieking. Thus I knew what was going on. After all, I'm not a complete loser. I do understand some things.

So I pulled my leather jacket on and walked over to the clearing between our two homes. Sure enough, there was Casey, standing against the car as George brought her bags inside. She was giving her friend the same smile she gave strangers; a very quiet polite one that edged the stranger to move on to their next victim. But then she saw me.

Was that happiness I saw flicker through her eyes or was it my imagination. For a while I've been hoping that's what she thought of when she saw me. I knew for a fact though, that she did love me. Or she did. Or was in the process of falling back in love with me.

I hate not remembering almost as much as I hate not being able to eat pizza in the living room on Game day.

Which brought me to point B. What the heck was I thinking when I told her I loved her back in the hospital. Was it sisterly love or was it like the love I felt for Kendra all those years ago?

I didn't need to think about this though. I had a game in just a few hours and that needed my complete attention.

I waltzed over to Casey in the same way I approach a girl when I'm at a party. I've got to say, for a girl that just got out of the hospital and can't remember what articles are in style, she looked pretty fine. She was wearing a silly little blue shirt I know the old Casey would have never worn. It flattered every one of her curves (oh gosh why am I looking at my step sister the way I look at the girls in my class?) and even showed some of her stomach. I had to laugh though, as I looked at her jeans. They were baggy and looked like a pair of my jeans. Then I looked harder. They were my jeans!

"Hey!" I said, as I finally got close enough. "Are those my jeans?!" I couldn't help but feel bad when I saw the hurt in her face. I had to fix it…"Nah," I said, correcting my self and nudging her shoulder. "They make you look good."

She smiled again, this time though the smile was aimed towards the floor. I pulled her chin up and winked at her, clearly being a little flirtatious.

I just had to remind her how she loved me, at all costs.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Casey was sitting in her room that night all alone. I knew this because the entire time she was in her room, I was sitting outside her door watching her. She clearly did not understand her heaps of homework. I couldn't stand it any longer, (and also Edwin and Lizzie were looking at me suspiciously,) so I walked inside her room after knocking.

"What the heck is this?" She asked me, being a polite as she could have been. Yet I knew that just from her tone, she was confused. I sat down beside her. She was looking at the homework that our teacher just gave the answers to. I knew I could help her.

"Here, let me show you." I said, guiding myself closer to her, grabbing the work and settling myself next to her on the floor.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o

For the next two and a half hours, we sat there and did homework. Actually, it wasn't till Edwin yelled at me that I would be late for hockey did I make any motion of getting up. I was comfortable just sitting next to her, and watching her blush anytime my skin touched hers. Maybe she remembered that she loved me. Even if that was just a thought deep inside her soul, I was happy about it. I laughed and stood up. She smiled bashfully, as if the last two hours was a sin to her.

"Thanks for helping me. Now that I'm caught up I would like to go to your game." I cannot say that this didn't catch me off guard, because it did. It was just that Casey never wanted to go to my games before. Why the sudden change of heart?

Oh yeah, she couldn't remember the fact that she didn't like my hockey games.

So was it a surprise when I told her that she hated hockey? No. The real surprise is that she actually said she didn't remember, thus couldn't be held against her previous actions.

Touché.

So I told her to dress warm and that I would be back from getting my stuff in a few minutes. When I came back though, I found her in a tank top and shorts. I just had to laugh though. She was quite entertaining when she wanted to be. I ran to her closet and threw her a pair of jeans (once again, they were mine…so this is where they kept disappearing to…) and a jacket. It wasn't especially cold outside, but since my sixteenth birthday, I've saved up enough money to buy a convertible. I loved it, and especially loved the way that girls migrated towards it when I went on road trips with Sam. We jumped in quickly, now that we only had a few minutes to get halfway across the town. She laughed as I cranked the tunes and started to pull out of the driveway just to be stopped by Emily.

"Can I come?" She asked, mid laugh. She brought scarves (a must have as a convertible driver) so I had to let her in. She sat in the back. It was a good thing too, because her scarf kept flying behind me.

Meanwhile, Casey didn't laugh for a while after the car started, even though I upped my coolness. I didn't understand her sometimes. But then it came back to me. (Yes, blame my guy brain.)

The last time she rode in a car was when she was in an accident. The same accident that caused her to lose any memory of me and the rest of her friends. So I slowed down and turned the music down some. I saw that her fingers loosened up around her armrest. I reached out and latched my free hand on hers, giving it a squeeze and throwing her a smile. She laughed though, and squeezed my hand back.

I think that she's falling back in love with me.

AN: Was that good enough? Heck, it was good enough for me, and also for my heart, who thinks they belong together. But we'll see in the future chapters.

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