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Only In The Movies

Scene Eight

Disclaimer: Like I own Life with Derek!? PFT! I wish.

Derek cleared his throat, "Uh... well, just this girl, no big deal." He replied vaguely.

"D, you may be a good liar, but I've known you too long to believe you." Sam answered knowingly.

Derek rolled his eyes, "Dude, we aren't girls, we don't have to talk about who we like with each other." He tried.

"Right. 'Cause best friends shouldn't talk about this with each other. Nice to see you trust me." Sam stated bitterly.

Derek groaned before Sam slammed his laptop, got up and stormed out of the room. Derek ran his hands through his hair. He just really didn't want to get into any unneeded drama.

What if Casey didn't like him? He would have just started this big epidemic that doesn't need to happen. What if she does like me? He smiled at the thought. He shook his head, it'll never happen.

Sam was beyond angry. How could Derek be so inconsiderate? Who am I kidding? That's practically his middle name. Maybe Sam was overreacting he knew Derek didn't talk about his feelings but he's never held back when it came to his new 'love' interests, that and Casey.

He would always rant about her, how annoying she was, what a prim and proper bore she was. It was honestly really annoying; especially when Sam was dating her. Shouldn't he have been the one to talk about her non-stop?

He was mulling things over in his head while walking aimlessly around campus. He wasn't sure where he was or how he was supposed to get back to his room. Not that he wanted to be anywhere near Derek right now anyways. He saw a room filled with leather furniture and a big screen television. Obviously catching his attention, he walked in.

"Sam?" a voice asked. He turned to see Lily sitting in one of the chairs with a book in her hands and her legs up on the cushion with the rest of her.

She looks so cute scrunched up in that big chair, he thought; the chair contrasted well with her tiny physique.

"Lily." He stated, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

She closed her book before letting her feet fall over the edge of the seat cushion.

"Just reading." She started, "I don't like my room mate very much, so I try to avoid her at all costs. I only enter that room to sleep, and use the bathroom." She smiled, explaining her situation, which ironically was not smile-worthy.

"Well, I am sorry to hear that you don't like her." He replied.

"Its fine; just one of life's road blocks." She answered him, "But what are you doing here? I'd think Derek would be talking your ear off by now." She laughed. Sam's stomach fell at the mention of his friend's name. He had forgotten how angry he was.

"I kind of got mad at him and left the room." He admitted. Lily's face held a confused expression.

"What did he do?" She wondered.

"Well he..." He started, not exactly sure how to say it without sounding dumb. "He told me you were helping him get this girl to go out with him, but he wouldn't tell me who the girl was." He finished.

Lily was torn between two emotions: sympathy and flattery. Should she feel flattered that Derek confided in her but wouldn't tell his best friend? Or Should she feel sorry for Sam that he thinks his best friend likes her more?

"Well, I'm sure he has a good reason." She said. Sam sat down in the chair across from her.

"I don't know. I just thought we could tell each other anything. And he just met you, but he can just immediately tell you what he can't tell me. No offense, really, its just kind of disappointing." He explained.

"I know it can seem like Derek's being rude, but I'm sure he'll tell you when he's ready." Lily said, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh. He glanced at her hand before taking it in his own.

"You know, you are very insightful." He said, looking into her eyes. She blushed and looked away for a moment.

"Yeah, well... I try." She replied.

"What are you doing Friday night?" He asked out of whim.

"Uh... nothing." She answered, smiling.

"Well, do you want to go to dinner with me?"

"I'd love to." She answered softly.

The next few days went by grudgingly for Derek. Lily decided to put off the Casey confrontation for now. Her reason being that she was trying to master Casey's mannerisms beforehand. She didn't want to be caught off guard by Casey's reaction to her 'theories'.

Testing her with smaller things first was the way to go, or so she said.

"So, how do you feel about incest?" Lily asked nonchalantly.

"What?!" Casey shrieked.

"Uh... never mind! How about some hot cocoa!?" she offered, gesturing to the Tim Horton's on the opposite side of them.

It was Friday afternoon, They decided another trip to the mall was in order because their last one was cut short.

"Alright." Casey hesitantly agreed, eying her friend suspiciously.

They walked over to buy their beverages and took a seat at one of the mini-tables. Their trip had been very promising. Already they had been to five stores in one hour and even though they hadn't bought anything -with the exception of their hot chocolate- Lily was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

In all of those five stores and sixty minutes, Casey had mentioned Derek twenty times.

I certainly don't talk about my brother that much, she thought.

"So Lily, now that you know pretty much everything about me, I'd like to get to know you a bit." Casey offered.

Everything about her? she thought, Wow. She has it worse than I thought. All she's talked about this whole time was how her life has been since Derek entered it. It's as if she doesn't even know anything else. As if she didn't even exist until she met Derek.

Nevertheless, Lily obliged to Casey's offer and spoke about herself.

"Well, I'm from the U.S. but I freaking love Canada. My mom was actually born in Ontario and a lot of her family still lives in London, like your family. Anyways, my mom was two years old when my grandma moved them to Wilson, which is like hick-town." She laughed and Casey was just listening intently. "I have one brother, he's four years older than me. He's engaged to someone he's been with for over five years. They were in 11th grade when they started dating."

"Wow." Casey interrupted briefly.

"Yeah. Imagine getting married to someone you dated in High School. Yikes." She said.

Casey's mind wandered to Truman. Like she'd ever marry him. She should have trusted her first impressions of him. If she did she never would have had to deal with the heart break. She shook her head to rid herself of thinking about Trashman. Haha, Clever one, Casey, she thought.

"Both of my parents are physically disabled to an extent. My mom has Multiple Sclerosis, and my dad has Diabetes and he's also on dialysis for the rest of his life. My mom is crazy, irrational and my brother gets that from her; On the other hand my dad and I are more laid back and lazy. The only chores I had while growing up were moving the lawn and taking out the garbage. And I complained about them both. My room is almost always a mess and everyone hates it, but its not their problem its mine." She continued in a rant.

"I like to sing, and people tell me I have a great voice, but I don't believe them. I still sing anyways. I'm going to school for Digital Media, Video production, mostly... ugh. I'm sorry. I'm babbling." She laughed.

Casey smiled reassuringly, "It's fine, I do it all the time. Anyways, I asked to know more about you! Its only natural." She explained.

Lily laughed, "Yeah, its just when I start telling my life story, I just can't stop."

"Also very normal." Casey rationalized.

"Well, that's mostly my life... heh." She chuckled, "Any questions?"

"One." Casey replied, Lily raised her eyebrows in response, "Where in the U.S. are you from?"

"New York. No, not crazy, awesome New York; Dumb, unexciting New York. I'm from Niagara Falls." Lily explained.

"Hey, Niagara Falls isn't boring. I've been there!" She argued.

"Canada? or U.S.?"

"Canada."

"Precisely." She laughed, "Also, you haven't lived there your whole life. Trust me, its boring."

"Whatever you say, Lily."

They spent the next twenty minutes sipping their not-so-hot-anymore cocoa while gabbing about their lives. Derek being brought up a few more times. It was nearing five o'clock and Lily had a date at seven, a date Casey didn't know about.

"So Casey," Lily started, glancing at her watch, "What do you say we call it a day and head back to campus?" She offered.

"Why so early?" Casey asked, noticing they still hadn't bought anything worthwhile. Just a few simple things, from here or there.

"Well... I kind of... have a date tonight, and I wanna be ready for it." Lily explained.

Casey raised her eyebrows, "Ooooh, Lily's got a hot date? Who's the lucky guy?" She asked.

Lily cleared her throat, nervously. "Ahem... Sam." She mumbled.

"Huh?" Casey asked, obviously not comprehending her jumbled words.

"Sam" She stated more clearly.

Casey gasped and smiled brightly, "I knew it!"

"Huh?!" Lily's turn.

"Oh, nothing. I just knew that you two liked each other. Its just cute that he finally admitted it." Casey said, and Lily smiled knowingly to herself. This reminded her of a similar situation with two other people she knew.

"Unlike some people I know." She mumbled.

"What?" Casey asked.

"Nothing!" She covered.

"Let's get back and get you all dolled up for your date tonight!" Casey said, grabbing Lily's hand and leading her out of the mall.

Dolled up? Oh dear.

A/N: Hello there! Sorry for the wait, I don't know what was up. Been kind of busy. :) Thank you so much to the reviewers and readers! Love you all! ALSO. Everything that Lily said about herself in this chapter: True stuff. haha :)