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Sam pulled on his shirt and then finished towel drying his hair. His eyes rose to see the tuxedo bag hung on the closet door. Casey and him were getting married in the morning. Most people commented on how nervous he must be but he knew that this was what was supposed to happen. She was so important to him. He threw his towel in the hamper and winced when he scraped the towel on his knuckles.

He knew that Derek's face looked worse then his hand. That thought should make him smile but it didn't. It was really hard to hate the person that you thought of as your best friend for basically all your life. So he was closer to Ralph for the last couple of years but that hadn't changed things. When Derek had returned he thought it was the most amazing timing. All the pieces of his life seemed to be fitting into place, great job, great fiancé, great place and now all his close friends there to share it. He just wanted to hit himself for be so stupid as to trust him so completely. Casey had been acting so strangely for days and he didn't even think anything of it.

Sam sighed and headed for the kitchen and opened the fridge staring at the contents as though something would magically pop out at him. He just had to get his mind off all those bad thoughts. He had been successful in doing so until all of a sudden right before his wedding Derek had to show his face again. He couldn't even believe he had the nerve and then to go to his football game. His hand gripped the handle of the fridge harder and he had to tell himself that Derek was gone, Casey and him were fine and that he would be able to call his wife in less than 24 hours.

He grabbed a bottle of water and downed half of it as he made his way to the living room where Edwin was chilling out watching some action movie on tv. Sam plopped down beside him.

"Hey." Edwin said without taking his eyes off the tv. "Whoa did you see that explosion. Wicked."

"Yeah. That reminds me of that movie with…" Sam was cut off by the doorbell, no one uses the doorbell he had almost forgotten they had one.

Sam got up and moved to the door opening it to a tall lanky boy that looked about 15. "Are you Sam?" The boys voice squeaked a little as he talked.

"That's me."

"Sign here for a letter." The boy presented a clipboard and pen. Sam signed and the boy gave him an envelope with just Sam written on it. "What is it?"

"I just deliver them." Sam handed him a few bucks and closed the door.

"What's that?" Edwin finally looked away from the tv.

"Not sure." Sam opened the envelope and took out the page of letter paper. He had to read it two times to really understand what he was seeing.

He looked up when Edwin again asked what it was. Sam took the paper folded it, stuck it in his pocket and grabbed his jacket and his keys.

"What's going on? Where are you going?"

"I got something I need to do. I'll be back you know where the spare key is." With that he was out the door and headed for his truck.

Derek finished his second workout of the day. The last two days seemed to have gone by in a blur of sleep, eat and work out. He hadn't called back his boss who had called him at least 10 times about appointments he had missed. He didn't want anything to do with the world outside his apartment until the day after tomorrow.

Then he would no longer be tempted to race back to London and tell Casey he made a huge mistake and that they should run off somewhere. Derek had finally admitted to himself that he loved her. There was no getting around it now. It killed him to know she was marrying Sam tomorrow and it killed him knowing it was the best thing for her. He sighed and hopped in the shower, hoping no just to get rid of the sweat but that the hot water would keep his mind off his problems.

After he got out he dressed and ran his fingers through his wet hair as the phone rang. He didn't answer it instead sat down in front of the tv and turned it for a few minutes. He would head to bed soon and then when he woke up he would know that at that moment that Casey was back in London telling Sam she would love him for the rest of her life. He growled in frustration just as the doorbell rang.

He got up and opened it for what was sure to be the Chinese food guy who he had told to come by with the same order for the last few days. When he opened the door however before he could saw anything he was slammed against a wall and looking into the very angry eyes of Sam.

Man was he sick of this guy pushing him around. He had gone easy on his before but he wouldn't hold back if that was what Sam really wanted. He pushed Sam against the other door and closed his apartment door. "What the hell is your problem, its one thing to attack me when I come to London but to come all the way to my apartment to attack me. Get over it."

Sam laughed but there was no humor in it. "Whatever Derek. Where the hell is she? Is she here?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Casey where is she?"

"How would I know?"

Sam moved past him and walked around the small empty apartment and then returned to Derek and shoved a piece of paper into his hands.

Derek opened the folded paper to see a letter in Casey's handwriting.

"Dear Sam, you know how much you mean to me and that the last few years of my life have been infinitely better because you were in them. I wish things were different but I can't marry you tomorrow. By the time you read this I'll be gone. Please don't try to find me. I resigned from work and left letters for everyone explaining how I'm calling this off and I canceled everything I can. The refunds will all come to you any that I could get and anything else I'll take care of.

I'm so sorry to hurt you like this. But I know that one day you'll meet someone else and you'll be so happy you'll forget all about me. I wish only the best things in life for you. I love you Sammy. You're my best friend and my first real love. You'll always be in my heart.

Casey."

Derek read the letter twice and then looked up at Sam whose anger had faded and now looked completely defeated. "I'm so sorry Sam, but I really don't know anything about this."

Sam sighed and sat down on Derek's couch with his head in his hands. Derek sat in his chair not wanting to get to close. They just sat like this for a half an hour before Sam looked up.

"I thought we were happy." Sam spoke softly. It wasn't really said like a question more a statement.

Derek wasn't really sure what to say or if he should really say anything at all.

Sam stood up as though he was gonna leave and then sat back down. "I can't just go back there. Everyone is expecting a wedding and even though Casey said she was giving them letters it will kill me to see all that sympathy on there faces."

Just then the doorbell rang. Derek got up and answered it paying the delivery boy and taking the Chinese food into the living room area. He sat next to Sam and offered him the extra set of chopsticks and both boys ate in silence.

Derek turned on the hockey game and they just ate and watched the game. Not talking to each other but every once in a while yelling at the tv. When the game was over and the food was gone Derek got up and headed for the closet taking out a pillow and blanket and laying it on the couch next to Sam.

He locked the door and turned to see Sam already laying down covered up turned into the back of the couch as he headed to bed himself.

The last thought as he drifted off to sleep was Casey wasn't getting married.

I know it was a bit short but I wanted to get the story back on track. Hope you enjoyed.

Next chapter will skip a little bit of time but not too much.

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