AN: Thanks for the 15 reviews! Here's your story! Just keep it coming!

I'm also starting a blog with bonus stuff later, so pay attention. It will rock!

Thanks so much for waiting guys…my life has been so busy and I haven't had a second to myself, let alone to worry about Casey and Derek. But now I do, so…

PS: I thought about it and I think that Casey needs to have her view in the story. Not necessarily her POV but defiantly where she is coming from.

Oh: and I don't own LWD but I defiantly wished I owned Strange Days. He was hotter when he was on there. NOT!

Sept-

Emily and Casey exited the stadium laughing. "So that's why I hate hockey!" Casey said, exasperated and red-faced. "I don't think I've EVER been that bored in my life." Then Casey stopped laughing. For the last hour or so she didn't think about how she couldn't remember anything about her previous life. Emily sensed this feeling also, so she quickly talked over it.

"Yeah, I don't think Derek's played that well in a while." She elbowed Casey.
"What did you do to him?" Casey smiled sheepishly and Emily pulled her outside to wait. It had started to snow a bit since they arrived, and Casey realized she didn't bring a jacket with her. Her teeth were chattering and her lips were blue when Derek finally showed up. He was laughing with Sam and some other guys from his team, and Casey felt jealous. Sure, she saw all their pictures in the book that Derek showed her, but she couldn't remember one of the memories that once made her smile.

Sam noticed them first and ran up to give Casey a hug. He smelt good, like some Irish Spring soap and the hair gel that Derek used that morning. Casey took a big breath in, as Sam pulled back.

"Dude, Casey, I'm so sorry about Max. He was such a great guy." Casey smiled at him but couldn't show the same concern. I bet he was a great guy, if I could just remember him. She thought to herself.

Derek came up and whisked Casey and Emily away. "Hey Sam I'll see you tomorrow night 'kay?" Sam nodded and turned back to the rest of his crew, that was now inhabited with a bunch of girls wearing clothes that were not appropriate for a Canadian winter's night.

Casey and Emily were laughing the whole way home. Maybe it was the funny faces that Derek was making at them or the lame music that they were listening to. At any rate, they were home in no time.

Casey looked up at the sky and noticed how bright the stars were. She couldn't wait till the first big blizzard of the year. Derek elbowed her. "Come on, don't get frostbite. We have enough hospital bills thanks to you!"

Casey smiled and ran up to the house chasing after him. The play-fought for a couple minutes before Nora sent Casey up to her room to rest. Derek was forced to stay downstairs for a few minutes which upset Casey. She liked hanging out with Derek more than anything now. Casey thought back to that afternoon when she and Emily were talking about Derek in the stadium stands.

"Its amazing how you actually like spending time with Derek now." Emily had said, while she was eating some Cotton Candy she got from one of the vendors. "I remember when you and Derek hated each other."

"We hated each other?" Casey had said, wondering where this was coming from. She couldn't ever believe they had hated each other. Derek was way to nice. It made her think though. Was he just being nice to her because she couldn't remember the harms he had caused her.

It didn't matter though. She really enjoyed being with him. And she pointed this out to Emily. Of course Emily thought this was a funny thought. Who wouldn't?

Anyways, now Casey sat in her room and did her homework. She understood a lot of it thanks to Derek. She stopped though after a bit. She just couldn't focus. She ran a hand through her hair and made a mental note to wash it better the next day. She moved to sit in her window seat, and propped open the window. The cool night air cleared her mind. She closed her eyes and sat like that for a while, until she heard another window open.

Casey lifted one of her eyelids and saw Derek walk out onto the roof. He sat with his knees tucked under his chin for a while. Casey noticed how calm he was, and the wind in his hair made him look…what's the word…sexy?

Or was that a moral sin. Could you think that your stepbrother was sexy? Mid-contemplation Derek's eyes met with Casey's. He gave her a sly smile and beckoned her to join him. She reluctantly climbed out of her window with the help of his hand. The snow on the roof was shallow enough the Derek could just brush it off and make a spot for Casey to sit. He had a flannel blanket around his legs that Casey failed to notice before. She smiled and motioned towards it.

"Mr. Mountain-Man?" she asked him, with a playful tone. Or was it a flirtatious tone? Either way, he laughed and leaned backwards, with his hands under his head.

"Nah, I love coming out here but sometimes it just gets a bit too cold. You know?" Casey looked down.

"No, I don't know. I wish I did though." He looked at her and placed a hand on her knee. She leaned back also, sitting in the same position as Derek was. "Were we really not good friends back before…" she let the space between the conversation act as the words they both failed to say.

"Well," Derek started, pulling the blanket around her shoulders. "We weren't really anything but stepsiblings. We never talked, we just fought." Casey rubbed her fingers together and felt a pang in her chest. She felt stupid that she couldn't remember any of the fights. But in a way she was thankful she didn't. "But you know," Derek continued, snuggling under the blanket as well, "you and the old Casey aren't the same person."

Casey shot up, eyes bugging out. "Is that a bad thing?" Derek just laughed and pulled her back down to eye level, leaving his arm draped around her shoulder.

"Not at all." He said, looking into her eyes. His eyes were so beautiful, no matter what any other girl said. She heard some hockey groupies talking about how his eyes were brown because of all the crap he's said to them. She hoped that he wasn't giving her crap now. His voice broke her out of her thoughts. "Old Casey would never sit on the roof. She'd be too afraid she'd fall off. Old Casey would have been doing her homework right now." He looked up to the stars and then back to Casey. "And old Casey would never talk to me the way you talk to me."

Casey's heart thundered in her chest, causing her to sit up and look at the stars. She tried to change to subject, and yet failed miserably.

"Why don't we listen to some music?" Derek said, sensing the tension in Casey's muscles. Out of nowhere he pulled a boom box out. Casey's laughter shattered any tension that was in the room and made Derek stare at her funny. "Oh yeah?" he said, pulling her up, "well I just claimed you as my dance partner." She laughed and stood up.

Derek put a CD in the boom box. It shifted and spun until it came to a song: South America by Shout Out Louds. Casey laughed and danced along.

I'm so selfish

I'm so jealous

Are you out tonight?

I've been longing for the weekend

Did you see me in the back alley light?

And you don't know that things haven't been easy

And its time for you to see me

Are you out tonight?

Are you out tonight?

Derek could waltz, and he was waltzing with Casey. She couldn't believe it, even when he pulled her close and tucked her head in the spot where his shoulder bone and his skull connected. Casey loved that feeling, and loved it more when Derek spoke to her.

"You know." He whispered into her ear, tickling her. "You aren't the only one that's changed."