Hey guys (:

This one's for Zuzzeroo whose leaving. I want this to be here when she comes back (: Mucho love.

Dear, dear Diary - Pt. 6

Casey couldn't speak. She just stared at Derek, running a hand through his slightly messy hair.

"Uh...hi-- I mean, Hey. Or..." Derek broke the silence.

Casey kept staring. "What?"

"I just wanted to say... sorry... for... reading your diary, I guess," he muttered.

"Oh, but I thought you 'didn't' read my diary and it 'wasn't what it looked liked'?" All the anger was starting to bubble up inside Casey.

He stood, his tongue frozen. Damn it. "I-i mean... y-yeah, but, u-uhh. I-it's like..." BAM. The wooden door swung closed, practically hitting his nose.

He sighed and walked sluggishly to his room.

XOXOXO

Things started to get akward between the two siblings. Very akward. They hadn't talked in about 5 days, except the occasional, "Sorry," when they bumped shoulders. And the "Sorry's" were only from Derek.

Tonight was an exceptionally cold night, and surprisingly, the whole family sat around the couch, watching a movie. Even Casey and Derek.

Derek glanced at Casey, who was wearing a beige turtleneck, skinny jeans, and leg warmers. She was clutching a pillow to her chest.

When she glanced back at him, he immediately moved his gaze onto the TV.

Finally, Casey got up and and started towards the kitchen.

"Case, where're you going?" Nora asked, stroking the hair on Marti, who was sleeping on her lap.

"Kitchen," she replied, still walking.

XOXOXO

Casey stood at the island, spooning herself a couple of bites of ice cream. We haven't spoken in almost a week. And my diary has been empty for the past 4 days. He's pathetic. Her thoughts were interrupted when Derek made his way to the island, catching a seat on a stool.

He glanced behind him, making sure he was out of ear reach, before whispering, "Case, this has got to stop."

She said nothing, but stare down at the ice cream, spooning at the frozen yogurt.

"Casey." He said a bit firmly.

"What, Derek? What?" Casey stated quietly, putting the spoon down. "You know how I feel about you, so what? What is there possibly to be talking about?"

"Everything! We haven't spoken in a week, and that rarely happens! I said I was sorry--"

"You know what, Derek?" She interrupted. "Sorry is just a word. It doesn't prove anything. You had no right to be snooping around in my room, interrogating my stuff."

Derek shook his head. "So I guess you coming in my room to take my iPod was an exception then?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "So? I went in, and went out. It wasn't a big deal!" Her voice started to raise. "But this... Ohh. This is the lowest of the low! I can't belie--"

"Shh!" Derek said, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one could hear. "Keep your voice down!"

But by the time he turned back around, Casey had closed the ice cream, and was headed upstairs.

He sighed, and scratched his head. He buried his face in his hands and sighed.

Damn.

XOXOXO

It was about 12:45 and most everyone was sleeping, except for one.

Edwin quietly sneaked out of his room, taking a couple looks down the hallway. He then tiptoed to the first room from the hallway and knocked.

"Whatttt," he heard someone groan tiredly.

"Lizzie, meet me in the game closet as quick as possible! It's urgent!" He said.

XOXOXO

Lizzie got up, feeling around for her slippers. As soon as she retrieved them, she shrugged on a robe, and quietly made her way to the closet.

She opened the door, and went inside.

A blinding light was switched on and she squinted, rubbing her eyes.

She could see Edwin looking for any sign of emotion.

"This better be good," Lizzie said hoarsely.

"It is," he started. "You won't believe the conversation I heard!"

HAHAHAHA! Sorry, it killed me to leave it there. I love cliffs.

LOADSA LOVE,

tiffany.