A/n: Thanks to anyone who is still with me!

At first I thought the waiting would kill me, but then had the realization that I could plan. I should have realized it would be harder to convince Casey that I wasn't lying. I had to prove that I meant every word. Eight o' clock hit and it was Marty's bedtime. I had begun pacing in my bedroom searching every inch of my brain for something that would prove to Casey that I love her. I rolled my eyes; of course she would be the most difficult girl to impress. Unsure of what to do next, I did what any love-sick unsure guy would do… I turned to the internet. I googled ways to impress a hopeless romantic girl. The second link looked completely useless, "7 tips on how to understand a nonromantic girl" not even remotely close to what I looked up. Giving up on that, I thought back to all the stupid chick flicks Casey loved to watch and I came up with an idea.

I looked at the clock. Ten-thirty. I decided to give it another half hour and I would go talk to Derek. Why am I talking to him in the first place? And I sighed, because I knew the answer. I couldn't say no to him. I can't believe he read the letter. I hated him for it. But Paul was right; it was strangely liberating having him know. It was also restricting knowing that he would now forever hold this over my head; I could never win anything, always afraid that he would tell my secret.

I refused to even consider the possibility that he might have been serious in his letter. I did admit I was touched that he took the time to write out the letter for his stupid prank. It was a cruel prank, for a second I actually believed him, but I've seen the types he dates and I do not fit into that type. Why did he have to go and read those stupid letters? Why did I have to go and write all those stupid letters? Why did Paul tell me to write those stupid letters? I thought back to what he said, why didn't I try harder to hide them?

Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. I ran to it hoping, praying, that it was Lizzie and I could prolong my talk just a little longer. I opened the door to instead find what slightly resembled Derek. His usually mussed hair had been combed back and he was dressed in nice black pants, a sky blue button down shirt, and a black blazer. I didn't even know he owned a button down… or a blazer. And I'm not sure what shocked me more, the fact that he was all dressed up with combed hair, or that he actually knocked on the door this time. Before I had time to question his appearance he greeted me with a "Good evening Casey." Since when does Derek say good evening? He smiled, not the trademark Derek Venturi smirk, but a real smile and my heart did a little flutter. Stupid heart, stop that. I was no different than any girl Derek had ever dated, here I was thinking I was resistant to his charms, and here I am swooning over his smile. I stood still, afraid to say the wrong thing, not sure what to say.

"May I come in?" he asked, ever so politely.

"Um, yeah… sure." Real smooth Case. I moved out of the way to allow him entrance to the bedroom. I wasn't sure what was going on anymore, even this was too much for one of Derek's pranks… I hoped. But it was never good to underestimate him. From behind his back he pulled out a bouquet of daisies, my favorite flower. Something I had never voiced out loud, least of all to Derek.

I took them from him, unsure of what to do next. I look up at Derek expectantly, after all he had been the one to ask to talk.

"We'll talk soon" he said simply and I was rewarded with his classic smirk that I both loved and hated so much. And then he was gone.

"What games are you playing now, Derek?" I murmured to myself. I looked again at the flowers in my hand and I smiled. Did he know they were my favorite? As I admired the beautiful bouquet I noticed a card attached.

Case-

Be in my room at 11:30. Doesn't matter what you wear because I know whatever you're wearing you'll look beautiful. I promise, this is not a prank, you'll see.

Love,

Derek

P.S. And yes (because I know you're wondering and over analyzing this) I did know they were your favorite flowers. See you soon!

So many thoughts flowed through my mind at once. I now had no idea what to expect during out little talk.

Finally eleven-thirty arrived and I almost decided to stay hidden in my room, but I knew that eventually I would have to come out, and eventually I would have to face him. I also couldn't stay away, how sad.

After several deep breaths, I knocked on Derek's door, unsure of what was waiting for me behind it. When a nervous Derek answered the door, what I saw took my breath away.

Quick note, I chose daisies for the flowers because of the Dasey pairing :P just in case no one caught that.

So that's chapter 8, I know it may be kind of short, and I meant to make it longer but that cliff hanger was just too hard to resist. But don't worry, chapter nine is already being written.