Okay, so I wrote about five pages tonight, yay! And I can't believe I finished this chapter in one night, but I did. Yay! Anyways, I'm not exactly crazy about the ending, but it'll do. Oh, and there are spoilers in this chapter for a lot of the second season episodes... So forgive me if I get stuff wrong, because I have not actually seen Kendra in an episode. But yeah, so that pretty much sets this completely after second season. Only Casey and Sam got back together. And yeah. They obviously had their sixth month anniversary, so let's just assume time on the show passes much slower than it appears.

So here it is, just when I thought I wasn't going to finish this chap, but I did it. Yay! Hope you enjoy Casey's birthday. The next chapter will be set in January. Christmas will have already passed, and so it'll be pretty much covering New Year's.

Also, thanks for all the suggestions about what to get Casey! I somehow managed to figure it out on my own though... Strangely enough. Anyways, this chapter sort of showcases the gentler side of Derek, which I don't like to show... But it's still there. There's just a lot of bitterness and such things, but Derek really is a very controlled person. I'm kind of really looking forward to the next chapter. You finally get to find out what's going down with Sam and there's some nice, uh, Derek/Casey moments. ;) And I was going to say something else, but I don't remember. Anyways, enjoy!

"I assure you my intentions are true."

Today is Casey's birthday. Her sixteenth birthday, in fact. I could think of a few ways to make this birthday really, really sweet... but the little princess wouldn't like that. But it's her birthday. Today is all about Casey and making her happy. Not that every day isn't about Casey, but still... If I play my cards right, today is a big chance to score points with Casey.

For instance, Lizzie wanted to make Casey breakfast in bed. Naturally, I refused because Lizzie can't cook to save her life. Plus we have school today, so we really don't have time for such festivities. Everyone knows how much Casey likes school. Now, I personally don't see the attraction (something I'm sure our little Ice Princess has also said of me), but I did my homework last night anyways, in her honor. It's near impossible for me to ever get in her good graces, but I've really been trying. I do like a challenge, after all.

Casey's a tough egg to crack, though. I don't even think challenge covers it. Anyways, since I thwarted Lizzie's pitiful attempts at cooking, I started cooking because Nora had to work early. Honestly, you'd think that Nora would want to do something for her eldest daughter's birthday! I know how unbelievable it is that I can cook, but I can. Seriously, do you think I made macaroni and cheese all the time? That might be good for the kids, but I can't eat that all the time. It's too damn starchy, and after the third day, unless you're in the mood for it, it starts to taste like cardboard. Only the best for me. I just... don't... cook, y'know? I mean, if they know I can cook, they'll make me do it more often, and that would actually require effort. But today is a special occasion... Because, after all, it is my sister's sixteenth birthday, and she does deserve all the best. Yeah, you would not believe the look Lizzie gave me when I said that... or something to that effect. Edwin and Lizzie kept giving me these strange looks too, all morning. They were staring at me like they'd never seen me before.

I mean, I know I look good this morning, but I wish they'd all stop gawping. Casey was sure to be a bit mad that we'd (okay, I did it) set her alarm back a little, but what do we really need to go to Homeroom for anyways? That reminds me of that one morning when I set her alarm back to like, ten, and then took all of her shirts out of the drawer. I also hid like all of her bras, but you just didn't hear her bitching about that. It did make me want to maul her, though, right when I saw her. Only that stupid redheaded kid, Tipper or Tinner or Twippy was there... And the stupid new principal. And a bunch of other losers, but they're not important. And so, of course, when I saw her at school, she was wearing my favorite shirt. She even smelled like me, too. And you know, I'm not afraid to admit it... Damn, that was just so hot seeing her there in my clothes, smelling like me. It made me feel all possessive, almost like I owned her. Casey would say I've gone back to the Stone Age with thinking like that, but I don't mean it in a bad way. It was just... nice.

Plus, it made for a really good prank. She was so embarrassed, too! Ah, good times... But not today. Today I have to be good and respectable for Casey. I've got to show her I actually care. Ew, that sounds so cheesy! But I guess I mean it. If I want her to really believe me and ditch that loser of a best friend of mine (who doesn't love her half as much and hasn't even told her that in the first place- I asked!)... I've got to be nice. And I am not a nice guy, never have been, never will be... But Casey changes all that.

I hate people like her, too. Goody-two-shoes who think they can change the world. She's like, um, that one chick with the stupid name in Dirty Dancing. Peace Corps my ass. Seriously, who lets a girl that tiny in the Peace Corps? In case you're wondering how I know that... Well, let's just say Casey and Nora have a lot of Man-Candy Marathons. Although that disgusts me, it's true. Hugh Grant, Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, Jude Law, Ben Affleck (now there's a laundry list of crappy movies), etcetera. Every cheesy chick-flick you can imagine they've watched. Seriously, they even dragged me and Dad in a few times, poor little Edwin too. They were all, "Gee, why don't you act like that, George?" and "See, Derek, you know nothing about getting the girl!"

Casey says I know nothing about getting the girl. That is a lie. I mean, hello, they don't call me Triple-D for nothing. I know everything about getting the girl. Hell, I practically invented it. It's a science that I've perfected. I make it all look cool and easy, and for the most part it is. But she doesn't mean getting a girl on a physical level, although I'm a pro at that. She means the deep, lovey-dovey stuff. What she doesn't know is that I can do that. I can do that very well. I know how to sweep a girl off her feet. But back to what Casey defines as "getting the girl". See, the way I see it, every definition of that involves breaking down like a chick. And crying and moping and being all whiny and emo about it. And damn it, I am Derek Venturi, and I don't do crying!

Getting the girl also seems to inevitably involve sacrificing your dignity and acting like a woman. And no, you know, I don't know how to get the girl by acting like a woman. I do it acting like a man, the man I am. I don't whine or namby-pamby around. I get things done. It's what I do. I'm Derek Venturi. I just snap my fingers, and half the time, it happens! So there I was, cooking... Let's see... I made Casey crêpes with maple syrup and cherries because those are her favorite and then eggs the way she likes them (sunny side up, to match her ever-so sunny disposition). And I made her French toast too, just for good measure... Light on the butter, heavy on the powdered sugar and cinnamon, because Casey has a sweet tooth but hates fat. And then to placate the sibs, I made bacon for the rest of us.

And that's when they stopped giving me funny looks. Still munching on the bacon myself, I directed that Lizzie go upstairs and wake Casey. I instructed her to tell her to take her time to look her best, since it was her birthday after all, and "George" had called in and excused her. I said she had a dentist appointment and that Derek conveniently had to drive her there as well. I'm good, aren't I? That also sets the stage for part two of my plan, but shh... Don't tell. So Lizzie woke Casey up, and the girl was predictably down in two seconds, hair mussed and still in her pajamas. I grinned at her, and Casey glowered and started yelling at me.

You know, they say the way you spend your birthday sets the tone for the rest of your year. I could've predicted this, really. Now's where I'm going to blow her away. I smiled at her widely, wiggling my fingers at her. "Happy birthday, Case," I proclaimed cheerfully. She continued yelling, so I took it upon myself to talk over her. "I called you in late. You had a dentist appointment," I continued, arranging the food on the plate before I realized how girly it was. She did not look grateful, but at least she shut up. I reached across the counter and made her sit down, setting the plates down in front of her. I even got her a glass of milk, and for once, did not drink out of the carton. See, look at how she's civilizing me and doesn't even know it! "You're welcome," I quipped, waiting for her to notice the food.

When Casey finally did, she was more than surprised. She blinked at me, and I motioned for her to start eating. She did, albeit grudgingly. I went over to the sink to wash my hands and, yes, surprise, surprise, actually clean up! When I came back, Casey was eating with a bit more gusto, and she looked happy. I felt good, as... strange as that is. So I turned around and started watching her. She didn't notice. Anyways, so Casey was wearing this really low-cut little tank-top thing and sweats... which is odd now that I think about it, since she usually wears those pink pajamas... Come to think of it, how easy would those pajamas be to undo? I bet it would take me like two seconds. She always wears the first two buttons unbuttoned anyways, and who says I even have to unbutton the shirt?

So I was just staring off into space thinking all this, and just about to begin a very lovely daydream when Casey looks up at me and says angrily, "Why the freak are you staring at me, Derek?" Honestly, I would've thought that was obvious. I love her, duh. I don't need an excuse. Although, I totally wouldn't mind if she wore that to school. Only, if Casey did, then I'd have to beat all the guys off of her with a stick, because you can bet that Sam-antha wouldn't. I'd do it gladly, too. Heaven knows I have more than enough practice at clubbing people down with a hockey stick. Damn, that's fun. It makes me sound sick and twisted, but it's fun. F-U... N.

I am an excellent liar, but I was in a rather vulnerable place. After all, I was looking desperately to please her. I'd just made her breakfast, and I'd made this huge plan of how to properly celebrate her birthday... And no, unfortunately, it does not involve sexual favors. Somehow, I don't think she'd agree to that, no matter how much I'd like that. So I was a bit distracted, so I wound up saying the first thing that came to mind. "Because I love you," I blurted, immediately regretting it. I mean, okay, it's one thing if I say it when I'm pissed at her, but she's already turned me down once. The more I say it, the deeper the hole gets. Casey choked on her crêpe when I said that.

I don't get why, either. It's not like it's some huge surprise, yet every time I say that she acts like it's this huge revelation. Her eyes went all wide and blue and... Sometimes I want to kiss her so bad I can hardly stand it. But today is her birthday, and I have to respect her wishes for once. Any other day I can get everything I want, but not today. Today it's all about what Casey wants. I owe that much to her, at least. So maybe one day I won't get what I want when I want it. Big deal. I have to be a gentleman today. Then Casey looked down sort of embarrassedly, and I was even more embarrassed. So then I started to leave to... I dunno... get my school I.D. or mess with my hair a little or call someone with the plans for Casey's birthday.

But Casey stopped me in my tracks by asking something. "Who made this breakfast? Mom?" Casey questioned a bit loudly. I turned around to look at her and slowly shook my head. I had a bad feeling about how it was going to end, but I figured I might as well tell her the truth. So I sighed and said it.

I put my hands in my pockets. Well, here goes nothing. "Me. I made it. Don't worry, I didn't poison it or anything... It's all your favorites, right?" I answered slowly, feeling vaguely apprehensive about telling her. At first, Casey looked surprised, then disgusted. And then she ran over to the sink and spit out the food in her mouth. She'd finished slightly over half of the breakfast, and if she could, I could tell she would throw it all up. She looked grossed out, and then she emptied the plate over the sink and pushed the rest of it down the drain. And I don't know why, but I felt real lousy all of a sudden.

Casey wiped her mouth digustedly yet delicately. "I can't believe I just ate that," She muttered incredulously. Okay, fine, she wants it to be that way, then fine. I just wanted to do something nice to her, and... She has to make it all difficult. Fine then. She wants it that way, I'll bite. I can play the game just as well as her. Let's see how she likes it. No more Birthday Princess treatment for her. I go out of my way to let her sleep in, to excuse her from school, to resist doing anything I want, to even make her BREAKFAST... And she just snubs me like that. Fine. I turned around again, feeling bad and guilty and just... rotten, and I stomped up the stairs.

But then it occurred to me that she had more than reason enough not to trust me. Although, really... If I wanted to prank her, why on Earth would I have wasted my time cooking her breakfast when I could've just slipped something in her food?! So I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down. Managing my anger... now there's another thing I just don't do. And I frickin' hate that about Casey. I hate that she makes me do things that I would never, ever, ever do under other circumstances. I hate it that I'm changing for her. I don't like it when girls try and domesticate me... I'm wild; I'm a savage! I'm a man, and I don't like people telling me what to do!

That's part of the reason why I dumped Kendra. Only partly, though. Most of it was because I didn't like who I was becoming around her... I was acting like some chump, some complete joke. I was whipped, and it was, like... completely pathetic. Plus, GOD, she was so damn annoying after like... The first month. Or however long we were together. I forget. She wasn't hot, either. And she called me Derry and kissed me in public, and it was just all this big debaucle. She wasn't really worth all the crap I went through. Frankly, I have no idea why I stayed with her that long. I mean, Derry? What, am I a fruit?

No, see, that's Sam's gig. I hated it when she called me that. Not to mention that Derry rhymes with fairy. And dairy... milk products? About the PDA thing, though... Now, that, I have my reasons. One is that it's kind of bad for my image as this totally approachable guy. For the same reason, it makes me a marked man... Because the girl is effectively marking me as her properly when she plants her lips on mine. And I'd rather a kiss just be a kiss. Not to mention that then I couldn't date whoever I wanted, which would suck ass. I like to keep my affairs private. Besides, you can't go as far at school. Well, I mean, you can, but then you either have to use a bathroom or the janitor's closet, neither of which I recommend. Or that recycling room, I guess, but people go in and out of there all the time. Plus I always hate couples like that. And I figure why be sickening and disgusting in school when I can do it in the comfort of my own home? I wouldn't really mind the whole PDA thing if I liked the girl. Like Casey, for instance. Hell, I'm lucky to get any display of affection from her!

Ugh. Kendra. What the hell was I thinking again? She turned into a sobbing freak when I dumped her, you know. It was a disaster and then all these people gave me dirty looks. I realize we were in a public place, but it wasn't like she was a one-night stand or anything. She never put out, not even once. And, unbelievably enough, I never cheated on her... well, physically anyways. Unless all those cold showers count. Yet she always accused me of cheating. Always. She was even whacky enough to think Casey and I were shacking up, which is not wholly unreasonable unless you've been in our house for more than five seconds and see how much we literally hate each other (back then, anyways, when I meant it a hell of a lot more). Plus, honestly, like Casey would go for that? That was the last straw. I mean, as if the kissing like a dog wasn't bad enough (seriously, she was like a vacuum cleaner or something. Did Sammy teach her?)... So I dumped her ass, and I don't regret it.

I think the only reason I even liked her in the first place was because she didn't like me in the beginning... She reminded me a lot of Casey in the beginning, come to think of it, what with the way she fought with me and her drama-queen tendencies. I mean, their names even start with the same letter. But in the same way, she was way different from Casey. Not just looks-wise. I should've known then that I liked Casey. It was kind of staring me right in the face, you know? I'd even been dating/making-out girls like her since she'd moved in- Vicky (who looked just like her), Sandra (who shared her beliefs on animals, children, feminism, and tofu... and happened to be a friend), Amy (who read The English Patient!), Emily (her best friend), and Kendra (for reasons mentioned far above)... just to name a few. I mean, going after cheap imitations of what I really want is just pathetic.

It's human nature, too, to go after what you don't have. And I did, and after I got it... It didn't look quite so nice. I'd say that about Casey, but I already kissed her, and I unbelievably still want something to do with her. I don't get love. I guess it's just funny like that. This is all so new to me, y'know?

Besides, in case you haven't noticed, I dig brunettes. Vicky, Sandra, Amy, Debbie, that one girl... Even Emily, that one time. But just that one time. Emily is off-limits. Just like Sam was supposed to be, even though she's dating him. I am anything but a hypocrite... No, that's Casey's whole deal. So I gritted my teeth and made myself act nice. "Hey, Casey, get your clothes on! And dress nice! Wouldn't want you to have to go to school dressed like that, now would we we?" I sniped back just a bit too irritably. Oh well. I'm pissed, and she's just going to have to deal with it because I'm leaving in five minutes, whether she's ready or not.

Actually, no, that's a lie. I'm barging in her room in five minutes. After all I've got planned for Casey, I think she owes me. Especially the car thing. It took forever, but Dad's finally been letting me use the car. Driver's Ed pays off. I mean, it is almost my seventeenth birthday, and I'm mature enough. Plus, see, Dad drove Nora to work this morning, so her car's all mine. Let's just say I have big plans and supplies... Now, I just have to find those supplies. Aha! There they are... right under my bed, where no one, not Casey, not Lizzie, and not Nora, would ever look. Jackpot! I've got everything right here... Casey's favorite candy, magazines, her favorite books, ten mix CDs of her favorite music... one for every mood. I'm more than prepared for my evil little plan. Actually, I don't need to go to school at all... I just have one more connection to make.

I stashed the stuff in the backseat of the car and covered it up with this old quilt I happen to know Casey loves... In case she gets cold or anything. So I burst in Casey's door, and... unfortunately... She was all ready. Damn. I don't get a little birthday present of my own. We got in the car, and I let her pretty much have free reign over the radio, even though I hate girly music. I'd take the Pistols anyday over her Pop Princess crap. But I put up with it because I do everything with style and grace. We were pretty much silent all the way there, and she got out of the car when it was still running. I parked, trying not to show how unbelievably ticked off I was, and I strolled in there, looking cool as all get out. Because that's how I look every day, of course. So I pretty much breezed into class, lied, and copied off of that cute Melinda girl who sits next to me. And then, after a lifetime, the bell rang.

Well, I pretty much jumped out of class like I was on fire. I had places to be, people to see... Namely one in particular, and not Casey... Not yet, anyways. That's for later. I scanned the halls for one guy in particular. He sort of stands out, so I was confident that I'd find him. Besides, I'm Derek Venturi. Who doesn't want to talk to me? And then I spotted him, my hero in all black. Ew, that makes me sound like a girl. But, seriously, he could really help me here. I strutted towards him because that's what I do. "Yo, Trevor," I said, nodding at him. Wow. I can't believe I actually remembered his name. I haven't spoken to him in ages. I blame Casey. It's because of that bet, I tell you. Trevor looked surprised and stopped dead in his tracks like everyone does when I talk to them. "I need you to do me a solid," I requested a tad impolitely, walking down the hall next to him. I practically took up the whole hall, but what else is new?

Trevor gave me a skeptical look. His eyeliner bothers me. I mean, everything else I can stand, but the eyeliner is a tad too... goth/emo-ish. Ugh, I am so glad he's not emo. All those long bangs and girl jeans. Sam wore girl jeans once. It was absolutely disgusting! I about threw up in my hockey mask. And then I made sure that everyone on the team made fun of him for a week. We called him Girl Ass. I had wittier nicknames; I just don't remember them. But yeah, I totally respect the whole punk rock thing. As a matter of fact, I'm a devotee of that particular cult myself... It's just... Well, The Ramones didn't go walking around with eyeliner on.

It was pretty much t-shirts, jeans, sneakers, and leather jackets. Which is totally cool. And the attitude... even cooler. But yeah, back to Trevor. He was looking sort of apprehesive still, surprised I was actually talking to him. Me too, Buddy. Trevor frowned, clearly not at all liking me, well, not as much as everyone else. You know, I see why Casey liked this guy back after she and Sam broke up "for good". For good, my sweet ass. "What's in it for me?" Trevor asked suspiciously. My eyes widened in surprise. There is more to this guy than meets the eye. He's a real shark.

I was suddenly impressed. This guy, who was supposedly so sweet, thought exactly like I did. Or he at least treats me like I treat everyone else. This guy's something. I didn't expect him to ask for anything in return. You know, when today's over, I ought to talk to this guy more often. He sure sounds a lot cooler and less annoying than Sam. Not to mention that he seems to have the good sense to not steal my girl. And he seems actually... smart. Mental note: Hang out with Trevor sometime. He has definite cool potential. Now, cool's all attitude... There's some looks involved, and some charm/personality... But it's mostly attitude. And you either have the right attitude or style, or, well, you don't. Trevor definitely has it, not to mention a good taste in music.

Hmm, this is a whole new ballgame. And then I remembered something, glancing at people as we walked by. Emily. A little birdie told me something... Trevor didn't go out with Casey because he likes Emily. And I've seen the way he looks at her. Plus, if I hook Trevor up with Emily, it means I can get Emily off my back... which would be perfect! I'm beginning to like this idea more and more. I nodded, feeling the practiced smirk slide across my face. "You like Emily, right?" I asked smugly, already knowing the answer. I didn't even wait for a response. "Trust me, I know these things. It's practically my job," I said self importantly, popping my collar and flashing a smile at some hot blonde freshman. She practically melted. Oh, yeah, I've still got it. I smiled, self-satisfied.

Trevor looked a bit paler, but come on... Casey's my stepsister. Did he think I wasn't going to know? For crying out loud, we made a bet on whether or not she could get him to ask her out! It's not like I care. I don't like Emily, and I'm not the type to spread things around the school unless I hate you. And why would I hate Trevor? Hell, I won that bet. I oughtta collect on it sometime... I rolled my eyes, trying to calm Trevor down. "Chillax, man..." I replied smoothly, looking him in the eye, "Don't worry. I can get you what you want if you help me out. I assure you Emily will be yours." I looked Trevor in the eye again to show him I meant it, and I did, of course. Trevor contemplated it for approximately two seconds before making up his mind.

His eyes hardened, and his jaw tightened. And then he nodded. I grinned widely, fighting the urge to do something stupid... even though it would start a trend. "You won't regret this, man!" I promised enthusiastically. Trevor smiled tightly and said nothing. I suddenly realized that we were running out of time, and that if I didn't hurry, I'd have to scoop Casey out of class. Oh, right. Now I need to explain what I need. I turned to Trevor, reflexively biting my lip. "So, I happen to know that Unsensored's in town... And they just happen to be my stepsister's favorite band... And I'm sure you know her birthday's today. I hear you've got the hook-up," I explained levelly, glancing at him out of my peripheral vision. I pursed my lips.

And then I turned around in the middle of the hallway all dramatic-like. "If you get them to the party, you get to come... They'd be a helluva birthday present," I offered, hoping it was tantalizing enough for him to accept. And if it wasn't, I'll just mention how he used Casey. Trevor seemed unsure, although whether that had to do with him actually getting the band or whether he wanted to do it was beyond me. Okay, he's taking too long, and I need a decision or promise now! Let's speed this up. I shot him a side-look. "We happen to live right next to Emily, and it's kind of a given that she'll be there. I'm sure Casey will be too busy being the party girl to care much... Now, let's do the math here... Party Girl Casey and Host Derek equals a lonely Emily, which equals a chance for you to get in her good graces," I suggested helpfully.

Trevor's eyes lit up. I knew that would hit the spot. I grinned widely. Trevor nodded slowly. Even better. He's a man of few words. Again, remind me why I hang out with Sam? "Okay, I'll try. I can't make any promises, but I'll try," Trevor swore, meaning every word. He wasn't a dirty rotten liar like me. That was good, though. He promised to try, and it would totally make Casey's day if they were there. It's a surprise party, you see, so she doesn't even know that it's happening. And no, it wasn't Nora's idea. It was all my idea because I am the one in the family who loves Casey. And I'm the one who's in charge of everything... The food, the guests, the music, the secrecy, and (of course) distracting Casey. Trevor looked a bit ashamed of himself as well he should. "Besides, I think I owe it to her after that whole mess..." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair. I wanted to agree with him, but I think that might make me a little too obvious, so I wisely kept my mouth the hell shut. Smart move, Derek.

Now, see, there's just one small thing... Two, actually, that Trevor has to do for me. I stopped Trevor in his tracks, whirling around to bark orders at him as politely as possible. "Two more things..." I began rather threateningly, I suppose. I didn't mean it like that. I was just dead serious about it. Trevor looked mildly alarmed, but yeah, like I was gonna kill him in the hallway... "They're just little things," I continued, trying to reassure him that I wasn't going to murder him. It didn't particularly work, but I pressed onward anyways. "One: I happen to know you're in Casey's next classes. Now, I'm taking her down to Toronto so she can visit her friends... We're gonna be leaving in a few minutes, only Casey doesn't know it yet. What you're going to do is tell your teacher that Derek Venturi told you that his stepsister got sick. The school nurse owes me a favor, so she will back you up. Unless I come in and pull Casey out of class, in which case it will be a family emergency, and my little brother or myself will have called it into the office. Just so you know the story, we will have said that my grandmother died. Don't let it get around school, don't let there be any big to-do about it. Because, as you know, that is a lie," I stated succinctly and precisely, speaking slowly to make sure Trevor understood every word.

Wow. I sounded like a businessman just there. Props. Okay, but seriously, I need to stop sounding so serious. It truly doesn't suit me. Trevor merely nodded, filing all this information away. I took that as my cue to continue and get to the incentive. "Now, secondly... I need you to tell Emily to get all of Casey's homework for her, because Casey worries about that sort of stuff... And she'll never agree to it unless I have this all carefully plotted out. Now, Emily should do it just for Casey and because it's really no trouble for her... But, should Emily refuse, just tell her Derek asked you to do it as a personal favor," I finished in a bored drawl. But, damn if Trevor wasn't giving me a funny look... Uh oh. What if he... what if he suspects something?

I'll quash that, though. But after I get Casey. I nodded at Trevor before he could say anything because the last thing I wanted was somebody questioning my questionable motives. I don't go to this much trouble for just anyone, you know. And then I disappeared over to Casey's locker, which was open. I just about scared the living daylights out of her she shut it. It was cute, really. She jumped about a foot in the air and dropped all her stuff. Klutzilla strikes again. I grinned, and she glowered at me. "What do you want, Derek?" She snapped irritably, bending down to pick up her things.

My grin widened. Cue the car keys, which dangled down from my index finger. "Takin' you out, babe," I replied coolly. That sure got her attention fast. Casey looked at me incredulously, gaping at my nerve. I wrapped an arm around a Casey who was too surprised to push me off, smiling sweetly. "Come on, Case, we're going on a road trip!" I said with a bit of enthusiasm, slyly dragging Casey towards the front door. Casey scowled at me and shoved me off of her. I refused to look foolish, so, upon noticing that the hall had virtually cleared out, I walked over to her determinedly and picked her up by the waist. Then I actually did carry her bodily all the way to the door, kicking and trying to scream. Except, of course, every time she screamed, I threatened to shut her up with a kiss... And, well, it worked pretty well.

That's kind of disheartening, but it worked. Besides, I know she liked it. After all, she did kiss me back. Multiple times. And I still have those memories to keep me warm at night... until Casey comes around. Which she will, of course. They all come around eventually. I don't care how strong-willed she is; I'm going to break her down. I'm very persistent. Most people don't know that, but I am. If I don't get what I want right away, I go after it... I chase it; I pursue it... And, heaven help me, I hunt it down until I've captured it. Which is exactly what I'm doing with Casey. And sometimes, you know, the hunter has to trick his quarry so that the prey gets her guard down a little... And then and only then does the hunter shoot. "Don't worry about it, Case. You went home sick as a result of the pain from the dentist's office. It's all covered, and Emily's getting your homework, now come on!" I hissed, dragging her out the door.

I practically had to force her into the car. "Derek! I can't miss school! I have a French test today!" Casey protested as I forcibly fastened her seatbelt. Had I rope, I would've tied her down so she couldn't escape. I rolled my eyes at her. Who does she think she's lying to? I'm the Lord of the Lies! She does not have a French test today. I know. I'm in her class. I'm lousy at French, but I think I could get by in Montreal... if I was a good enough hockey player. Plus, I don't speak with a Parisian accent, which is a good thing because they really hate that there. But like I said, no French test. Casey's a dreadful liar.

So I ignored her for the moment (a nearly impossible feat) and fastened my seatbelt. I put the keys in the ignition and was about to turn them when Casey suddenly twisted the keys free. She withdrew over to her side, fleeing to the door. Luckily, I had it locked and was halfway over her seat when she tried it. When Casey realized the door was locked, she panicked and suddenly realized that I was pretty much in her face and on her case. Ha, punny. She was so close, too, so close... It was driving me crazy.

You see, I was in sort of an awkward position. My legs were on the edge of my seat, which was kind of painful, but I overlooked that because my proximity to Casey was sufficiently... distracting. My hands were on her seat, one on either side of her. Since she was sort of curled up in a strange little ball with her back against the door and her knees up against her chest, my torso was only a few millimeters away from hers. My head was pretty damn close to hers, but the distance between our lips was still great enough to irritate me. I could kiss her right now, and it would be so easy, but she won't let me. Casey looked small and scared, and... I couldn't do this. I wanted to kiss her so bad it was killing me, but I knew if it did, I would most assuredly get caught up in it and go a little too far... and pushed things a little too hard and make her hate me all over again.

And she already hated me. I didn't want to exacerbate the problem. But I couldn't move either, because if I did she'd leave, and my whole brilliant master plan would be ruined. I didn't want to move, really. I knew that I would eventually have to, or that she'd like, I dunno, knee me in the balls and physically make me move... But I couldn't bring myself to do it. This might be the only time I ever get this close to her again, for all I know. So I've learned to relish what little I have. It's not as easy for me, being in this state, as I make it out to be. I try and stay optimistic about it because I can't afford to not be this way. I'm not wired like that, and people will notice if I act differently. But sometimes... It's hard.

It's hard knowing that I put myself out there like a freaking idiot, and she rejected me flat out. Actually, no, that's a lie. She denied how I felt. Yes, she denied it. She doesn't have the right! How the hell does she think that she knows how I feel? She had no reaction whatsoever, and then she launched in on her little spiel about how much she loves Sam. And you know, she has no problem touting that excuse around me, none whatsoever. But, honestly, do you think she's told Sam that? She hasn't. Sam has no freaking clue. That's why he treats her so lousy. I don't think he'd treat her so bad if he knew she was in love with him. He still doesn't know that it's really that serious. What he doesn't realize is that Casey is serious about everything.

You have no idea how much that annoys me. Now, okay, I myself am a bit of a control freak, so having Miss Do-Gooder Type-A Personality in my house grates on my nerves just a bit. And I don't appreciate her make-over attempts at interior design, or her feminizing, vegetarianizing, sanitizing, sanctifying, sterilizing, organizing behavior. And I'm not gonna lie and say that that doesn't chafe at my neck because it does. But what really, really gets me is that she's so sanctimonious and so upright and so... perfect. Everything always has to be perfect and well-thought out and analyzed. She never does anything spur of the moment. She never lies. She never does stupid things. I want Casey to make a big mistake. I want her to screw up so bad. And yes, I do everything in my power to wreck her perfect little life.

Maybe I want to be that big mistake, although I resent being thought of as a mistake and can personally list off about twenty girls (off the top of my head!) that would say quite the contrary. She's so perfect, and I'm not. I hate it when people compare me to Casey because I'm not her. We aren't alike. We're only related by marriage, and the whole control-freak thing is really the only thing we really have in common. Then again, we both have our little shortcomings, don't we? Like her inability to be open to things... like me.

Some days it's really hard. When I wake up in the morning after this great dream and... then the reality hits me, and I have to take yet another cold shower. I'm tired of cold showers and seeing her and Sammy-Poo make out. I want Casey. For the first time in my life, I only want one thing... And of course, it happens to be that one thing that I can never get. But I'm keeping hope alive. I think my iron will can outlast Casey's. We'll see, I guess. I mean, honestly, why does she think I would lie about something like this? I don't want to feel this way, you know. If I had a choice, I'd just forget this terrible love thing ever happened. But I don't have that choice, and I do feel this way, so I'm the one that has to deal with it. I know she half-thinks I'm just doing it to piss her off, but, honestly, even I would never go that far.

I could feel her breath on my face. However, I could also feel her shaking, and I knew it wasn't right. I forced myself to pull back slowly, keeping my eyes on her. "Look, Casey... I've got it all handled. We're going to Toronto... That's not a terribly long drive. We can get some lunch on the way if you're hungry. If you're not we'll just go straight there, and you can see your friends and forget I exist," I said, trying to calm her down. Her eyes lit up when I said she could see her friends, but she still looked apprehensive and ready to bolt. Well, no more Mr. Nice Guy then. It was so hard to swallow down the bitterness in that sentence. As if Casey could forget I exist. Bah! She can't even ignore me for two seconds!

Then I pulled back even further, ripping the keys from her fingers. I was, after all, pretty pissed... But I was trying my damndest to hide that. Casey was still against the door. I rolled my eyes at her irritably. "You know, Case, you don't have a choice. I'm abducting you. So unless you're so desperate to get away from me that you'd risk killing yourself by climbing out the window or rolling out of a moving car, I'd recommend sitting down," I stated bluntly, putting the keys back in the ignition and staring at Casey until she caved in and fastened her seatbelt. I smiled. It feels so good to get my own way for once today. Casey merely sighed and looked out the window, and I felt really guilty all of a sudden- another reason why I hate this whole love thing.

So I leaned back and grabbed the quilt and the bag and threw them in her lap. Casey looked surprised, but she reluctantly picked a magazine out of the bag and started reading. Concordantly pleased with this development, I started driving. I had to resist the urge to peel out, but I managed. After all, I've resisted harder things... like Casey, for instance. We didn't stop driving until we got to Toronto. It didn't take too long, really. You tend to make good time when you go ten miles over the speed limit. Plus, there's not much traffic this time of day. Casey kept muttering things under her breath, though, which really got on my nerves. Anyways, so once we got in Toronto, I stopped in front of Casey's favorite restaurant.

Toronto's a helluva town. But as for how I know that, they mentioned it once when they were debating where to order take-out from. It was, of course, an impossibility, given that the restaurant was only in Toronto, but whatever. She doesn't think I pay attention to little things like that, but I do. I actually have a pretty good memory for details. After all, how do you think I pass my classes without doing homework? Erm, most of them, anyways... Sometimes I don't pay attention much in class. But I can't help it. It's not my fault that Sheena, who sits next to me, wore that shirt I could see down whenever I moved my head. Just like it isn't my fault that I sit across from Nicole in Math and she always wears those really short skirts with nothing on underneath...

And I can't help the fact that I sit in the back of the English class, right next to Marie-Therese, the (she might as well be foreign, for her "grahsp" of "Ingleessh") exchange student from Quebec. She always wears these shirts that are either really skimpy or half-way unbuttoned... for really easy access. She's quiet, too... well, except for all the French obscenities, but she whispers those, and no one understands what she means anyways. So the teacher never even notices that I've got my hand up her shirt... And we're the only people who sit back there. Stupid newbie teacher. S/he ought to know better. To be honest, I haven't paid enough attention in that class to bother even attempting to determine the sex of the teacher. And, well, I could do it the old-fashioned way, but, hello, I don't come on to men, and secondly, the teacher is a total dog. Much like the equally repulsive school nurse. I mean, hello, why do you think I'm flunking English?

I have an A in Math, though, despite all of my legendary footsie matches with Annette, er, Nicolette... Oh, right, Nicole. It's 'cause the math teacher's completely smokin' too. I can barely take my eyes off her. Plus, come on, I have Miss Evansenson for two classes a day... The woman loves me. And I love her, only not really. We're on a first name basis. I did hit on her, though, back in the day... Okay, so maybe it was like, the second week of the school year. Whatever. She's only, like, 22 or something. It's fair game. Plus she completely kissed me back. I so could've had her, you know, but I didn't want her to lose her job or anything. So, yeah, we're pretty tight.

We went in there and ate lunch. Naturally, I paid, and Casey didn't care. We pretty much ate in abject silence. The waitress thought we were going out. Casey got frantic and immediately denied it, but I could tell the girl still believed it. I guess she thought it was a booty-call arrangement thing, where you go to a restaurant with someone you don't normally want to be seen with just because they're great in the sack. Anyways, so in the middle of the meal, the owner of the restaurant came over and started talking to Casey. He was dressed normally in an apron and chef's hat. He took his hat off, revealing a shock of long, blond hair. It made him look somewhat like Sigfried from Sigfriend and Roy. Apparently he's a close friend of Nora's because he proudly introduced himself as Casey's godfather. He hugged Casey hello and kissed her on both cheeks, and I felt myself grow jealous. Casey didn't notice; she was too happy over seeing a friendly face. He and Casey chatted politely about school and dance. Then, a moment later, he suddenly glanced over and noticed me sitting there quietly.

He clapped his hands and looked excited to see me. He shot Casey a coy look and grinned at me in a way that made me feel very, very uncomfortable. "Casey, dear, who is this delicious slice of man-candy? Because, honey, I would like to break a piece off of him and take him home. He just looks scrumptious," Casey's godfather commented, undressing me with his eyes. Okay, so he was obviously gay... And I'm not gonna lie, that freaked me out a little. I shouldn't have been surprised, though. I mean, the hair? Being a chef at a French bistro done up in girly colors... And intelligently talking about ballet and fashion? I should've known! The way he was staring at me was really unnerving. Not to mention the way he said he totally wanted to take me home. But at least her godfather has good taste. Casey glanced at me and giggled. I saw that as progress. She shook her head, grinning widely.

Casey's gay godfather peered at me inquisitively. His eyes openly raked over me, taking in and memorizing every detail. Casey was clearly very amused at how uncomfortable I was. Truth be told, I was dying to get out of there, but I stayed... I just kept reminding myself that it was Casey's birthday and that being nice to Casey would pay off in the long run. This was all for Casey. All for Casey. I sighed softly. Casey's godfather turned back to Casey, waving a scolding finger at her. "Now, Missy, don't think I approve of you skipping school to go out on a date," He chastised, looking serious. Casey suddenly flushed, remembering why we weren't in school. She shot me a dark look, but her godfather failed to notice. He did, however, turn and grin at me flirtatiously. "Although, really, I can't blame you. I mean, if I had a guy like that taking me out, I'd be trying to do him in the restaurant," He exclaimed passionately.

I glanced down at the table, very, very, very embarrassed. I am rarely ever embarrassed, and normally I would be flattered by this sort of behavior... But coming from Casey's forty-year-old gay uncle, it was sorta really creepy. Casey looked completely mortified, perhaps even more than me, and she shook her head frantically. "No, this isn't a date!" She denied anxiously, proclaiming that so loud that a few patrons turned to stare at her. If it was possible, she turned an even darker shade of red at this. I merely smiled dreamily, staring at her, completely enraptured. She was just so... cute. This was a prime example of why I loved to get her all riled up. The color would flood to her cheeks, and she'd get that look on her face...

Casey's uncle (or should I say aunt?) shot her a disbelieving, knowing look. He nodded slowly. "Right," He said sarcastically. He winked at Casey, looking daydreamy. "Forbidden love, huh?" He asked curiously, looking rather excited. You have no idea, I thought. However, out of respect for Casey, I refrained from speaking. Casey was still too stunned by the sudden turn of events to speak, so her uncle was allowed to continue speaking. He clapped his hands girlishly, looking at me interestedly. He seemed to be trying to read me as if to figure out which kind of guy I was. "Ooh! A bad boy!" He proclaimed brightly. He patted Casey on the shoulder, never taking his eyes off me. "I've taught you well, Casey," He murmured in a low voice, licking his lips. I resisted the urge to shudder in revulsion and the vague sense of terror that threatened to overwhelm me. Casey was still too horrified at the prospect of such a close friend thinking she was dating me to say anything to the contrary, which surprised me. She was so ready to say things to me and to lie and deny the truth, but it was not so around old friends. I wondered if she would act the same once we got to her old school. "Well, that's okay," He whispered conspiratorially, "My lips are sealed." And then, of course, he made the obligatory lip-zipping gesture. This time, he winked at me.

Casey finally seemed to gather her wits about her when it became obvious that I wasn't going to deny anything. I mean, I'm the one who wants to date her in the first place. You really think I'm gonna deny that? She cleared her throat, still a bright red, shaking her head. "Really, you couldn't be more wrong," She replied icily. Her godfather seemed a bit surprised by this frosty side of Casey. Apparently he doesn't know her as well as I thought. Then Casey extended her hand, casually gesturing to me. She was desperately trying to maintain the cool she had lost long, long ago. "Donald, this is Derek Venturi.. my stepbrother," She introduced, voice dripping with disdain. I smiled politely at her Donald, waving slightly.

Donald looked a bit surprised but altogether amused. "Forbidden love, indeed," He muttered softly, glancing between the two of us with interest. I nodded, feeling the smile on my face widen. Casey glared daggers at me, shaking her head wildly... If looks could kill, that one would've. She had to get whiplash from shaking her head like that. Donald pursed his lips, turning once again to Casey. "So this is the stepbother I've been hearing so little about..." He said disapprovingly, trying to make Casey feel guilty for not mentioning me. I personally found this a bit odd, considering that Casey has this tendency of mentioning me all the time in everyday conversation (i.e. complaints). Casey had the good grace to blush. Donald looked proud as a peacock for his little Casey. Although still perturbed, I was beginning to like this man more and more. He was obviously supportive of a relationship between the two of us, not to mention that he thought I was attractive. Shrewdly, I began to see a future ally in this godfather of Casey's. I was going to need all the help I could get.

Donald gave me another look, liking very much what he saw. And then, of course he turned back to Casey and slapped her lightly on the arm. "Well, he's much cuter than I imagined! Why didn't you tell me?" He scolded, frowning. I smiled as Casey looked even more embarrassed. He finally stopped clucking over her like a mother hen and turned to face me. "So, you're the Big Bad Wolf, huh?" He asked sassily, addressing me without any of the respectful fear I deserve. "You don't look that tough to me," He assessed somewhat critically, making me assume that Casey had told him a bit about me after all. Naturally, I snorted at this. A gay man telling me I'm not tough? Talk about your irony.

Casey kicked me under the table, which hurt... But she's not like Lizzie. I'd be more afraid of Lizzie because she's a soccer player, plus I trained her in hockey. Not to mention that she's in Tae Kwon Do. That child is an athletic force to be reckoned with... I wonder if my brother can keep up with her. I didn't even flinch, though, and it didn't really hurt me a lot. I merely shrugged coolly. "Looks can be deceiving," I said diffidently, glancing deliberately at Casey. Then I stopped being so serious and actually smiled. "It's nice to meet one of Casey's... friends," I said politely. Donald smiled back in a similar fashion. He made Casey scoot over and sat down in the booth with us. And, then, of course, he resumed his habit of staring at me. I suddenly understood the look in his eyes. It was asking why Casey and I were here.

I straightened up at this realization and tried to imitate a polished appearance. "Figured I ought to take my favorite stepsister out for her birthday... And this just happens to be her favorite restaurant," I stated smoothly. It was odd, being on Casey's home-turf and all... But I felt confident again. Not that I had never stopped feeling confident. I just felt... normal again. I didn't feel off-kilter anymore, and I didn't need to be silent. I suddenly felt like Casey and I were back on even ground, and it was a good feeling. I smiled, suddenly deciding to be charming. If I had Casey's godfather on my side... Well, I don't know, exactly, but it's a good thing! "I'm really enjoying my meal, by the way," I complimented, blithely ignoring the look Casey shot me. I don't really care if she thinks I'm a suck-up. I mean, honestly, it's not like she's one to talk. And sometimes you have to grease the wheel a little to get the ball rolling.

I glanced down so as to not see the rapturous look on Donald's face. I could feel him smiling, though, just as much as I felt Casey's disapproval. I had a few more bites of my food before I looked back up with a practiced cool. Okay, so that's a total lie. This kind of cool requires no practice. I was just born like this. Even when I was seven and had the long hair... I was a late hippie. I was just ahead of the times. Nowadays everyone has long hair. Besides, those stupid Hanson brothers did it! Although they were total chicks, and I most certainly am not. I smirked again, and it felt really good. I saw Casey roll her eyes, but I wasn't going to let Casey have control over me... mind, body, and soul. I mean, come on, I love the girl, but I have more backbone than that. I met her stare unashamedly, holding my head high. "Turns out my beloved sister has good taste after all," I praised, holding up my fork in a sort of salute.

Casey's eyes narrowed, and her fists clenched under the table. I merely grinned and slouched comfortably against the back of the seat. Casey's godfather grinned, happy with the compliments. Really, it was the least I could do. Great taste in food, crap taste in guys, I guess. He shot me another laschivious look, smiling coyly. "Yes, she does!" He declared boldly, lightly elbowing Casey in the side. Casey looked disgusted at the prospect of me being involved with her. It's all an act, though; I can tell. I rolled my eyes rather bitterly.

Stupid Sam. Error in judgment, I tell you. I snorted. "Lemme tell you, Don... you wouldn't say that if you ever saw her boyfriend," I replied slightly more nastily than I should've. I made a gagging noise. But, you know, I was just sick of pretending that I was okay with her going out with my best friend. I really wasn't. I mean, why is she with him? I know she loves him and all... But he doesn't love her. And he doesn't even treat her right! He doesn't even treat her decently. He's late to all their dates, never even goes Dutch for food... And he kisses like a fish! Plus he lost his virginity to the school nurse! The ugly-ass school nurse.

I mean, I sort of watered it down for Casey, but he totally lost it to the school nurse. While he was with Casey, too, but she doesn't know that. I mean, don't get me wrong, I sort of hate him and all about half the time... But he's still my boy, you know, and I can't betray him like that. Plus it's sorta embarrassing. Okay, really freakin' embarrassing. I could ruin him like that, but I personally think it's just truly shameful. It's too embarrassing for me to ever tell anyone but Casey. I mean, yeah, the rumors are one thing... But the truth, well, that's something else, all right. I know he lost it to the nurse. You wanna know how I know? Well, actually, I don't know for sure, but you see... Before Ole Sammy boinked the nurse, he was kind of a flatline, and he and Casey were all lovey-dovey and what not. There was no chemistry there, but I guess he just started wanting sex, you know? See, before Sam was... well, okay, he wasn't that respectable, but he wasn't a total nympho, y'know?

And then he went to the nurse, she offered to service him (which she does to EVERYONE the first time they go in... By does I mean she just offers to do it. Everyone either runs away, swallows nervously, or pointedly ignores it, usually depending on how bad the injury is). And it was a slow day, and Sammy must've been mega horny or something... Because there was no one in there, and so I assume he took her up on it. I say I assume because I really don't know. I came to the nurse's office like... 30 minutes after Sam went (since he'd gotten sick in Gym)... And, well, I encountered a sight that made me mighty sick. The site was pretty much Sam and the nurse, mid-coitus. Ick times infinity, okay?

So I pretty much shut the door and tried to wash the images from my mind. But then they came back, so I raced to the bathroom and vomited repeatedly. Then I chugged some mouthwash (I always keep some, just in case... Plus it has that tingling burst of alcohol) and went back out into the hall, grabbed the biggest slut I knew... and had sex with her in the closet. That was... satisfying, to say the least. So, like I said, Sam and the nurse happened. More than once, sadly, which makes it worse. And now that I think about it, Sam kept getting "sick" that week. And, I mean, the first time he did it, it was completely bogus and I thought he was just doing it to get out of doing push-ups... But what if he was just doing that so he could go do the easy nurse? I mean, seriously, it makes you wonder how planned out his whole fling was. I'm telling you, it lasted two weeks straight. He started getting doctor's orders and crap. It wasn't right, so I confronted him and made him stop.

And then, y'know, every time he and Casey broke up, he would have some new girlfriend. Which is strange, but I guess he was so focused on getting laid that he forgot all about hockey. And I thought him and Casey were sickening. At least they weren't trying to have sex in front of me. I mean, even I think that was in bad taste. It's like he was trying to act like me but without the charm and with more sleaziness. It was truly despicable... And that's why I think he's cheating on her. It all adds up... being late for dates, making her pay, hooking up with other girls before Casey (well, again... They've broken up so many times I lost count). He's a lousy boyfriend, and in my experience, a lousy boyfriend equals a cheater. I should know.

Donald laughed and hit his leg, turning to Casey, clearly pleased with me. "Ooh, and funny too!" He exclaimed brightly. He turned his stare back on me, amusement shining in his eyes. "Please, Derek, you simply must call me Donny!" He announced, officially giving me his stamp of approval. I smiled victoriously, and my smile widened when my eyes slid over to Casey. One wall down, another ten thousand to go. You see, I had this foolish notion that if I got the important people in Casey's life to like me, then she would follow. But trying to predict anything Casey has ever done is impossible and only serves to get me in trouble. As it did here. But still, it's always good to make new allies.

I smiled and chatted with Donny about Casey as a pretty little girl, and by the time the conversation was over, Casey was fuming. Donny did, however, give us free dessert. And he led the whole restaurant in a wonderful chorus of "Happy Birthday". It was a wonderful free dessert, too, mainly because it was free... It was this huge platter of fancy stuff like gelato and cheesecake and tiramisu and cream puffs and pastries and chocolate souffle and... Mouthwateringly delicious it was. At the end of the meal, he was so keen on me that he proclaimed "we really have to talk more!" and said that he'd give me a meal on the house if I stopped by to see him from time to time. If I brought Casey or Lizzie or Marti (because he'd heard she was this adorable little munchkin), he'd throw in free refills and dessert. So, all in all, it was a very successful lunch. I felt full, satisfied, and sorta sleepy, but not from the fun way. From food.

Casey looked similarly full, although her cheeks were still red from embarrassment. She wasn't really happy about the whole restaurant singing to her or my new friendship with Donny. I, however, couldn't be happier. Okay, that's a lie. I mean, hello, hooking up with Casey equals instant gratification. But I was as pleased as punch about how it had gone. Now I just had to warm over her friends, who hopefully harbored no grudges from that Halloween Party. We said goodbye to Casey's godfather and went back out to the car. I started off for Fletcher Academy (it's truly amazing what you can find with MapQuest, now isn't it?). As we got closer and closer to it, I could see Casey's excitement growing in spite of herself.

We got there just as they were getting out, so I parked got out first so I could open Casey's door for her. She didn't appreciate the chivalry, which is really ironic because she loves it when Sammy does stuff like that. She always says I should be more like him, you know? Casey ran past me and at her friends, embracing all of them like an insane woman. Of course, she had time to snap over her shoulder that I really shouldn't have dragged her out of school for it, and that she could've invited them over like a sane person. Nice to see she appreciates me. So while she was doing her girly thing and throwing the occasional glare in my direction, I chatted up and arranged some dates with some giggly, stupid sluts. And I called home to ask how the party prep was going and when we should be home.

So in total we spent about thirty-five minutes at the school before I turned, physically grabbed Casey despite rather loud vocal protests, and set her in the car. The party would be ready by the time we got there. She glowered at me, muttering about indignity and playing hooky and how much she hated me. I drove home like a madman and practically leapt out of the car, leading Casey to the front door. She opened it and everyone yelled "SURPRISE!" Casey, Manners Diva, actually slammed the door shut and whirled around to tell me just how much she hated surprises (like I didn't notice that), and if it was my idea, just how stupid it was. I was beginning to wonder just what I loved about her, but I sucked it up and gently pushed Casey towards the door. "Be a good hostess, Case," I muttered irritably, opening the door and pushing her inside.

I plastered on a fake smile and worked the room. Talked to the parents, talked to Emily, talked to Trevor... By the way, Trevor had gotten the band in question, and I could tell Casey liked the gesture. Although she wouldn't when she found out I'd engineered it. Still, I couldn't help but notice... Sam wasn't there. I even chatted up a few bandmates on one of their breaks, told 'em a bit about the birthday girl. Then I ate cake, swilled some punch, wishing it was spiked. Casey ignored me for most of it, until she came over to me when the party was halfway through. "Where's Sam?" She snapped rudely. I just shrugged because I didn't really know. It wasn't like I hadn't told him about the party. "I know you have this petty dislike of him right now because of me... And that you're jealous, and you see him as a rival. But he's my boyfriend and I love him, and you... You just need to understand tha-" Casey growled, talking faster and faster.

I wanted to shake her, but I cut her off instead, feeling angry at all the unwarranted remarks. I mean, come on, I was not jealous! "For your information, Birthday Princess, I did invite your boyfriend to the party. He was the second person I invited, right after Emily. So don't tell me things I already know. It's not my fault he isn't here!" I stated coolly. Okay, so maybe my temper flared up a bit at the end. But Sam is a waste of her time. She's gonna find that out sooner or later without my telling her, and she's gonna wish she listened.

Casey's face fell at that, and I was almost sorry I told her. She was so used to thinking I was the bad guy, but this time I wasn't. But she deserved to know. Casey frowned and walked off without a thanks. I sighed, feeling very unfulfilled, and then went upstairs. I pulled out a bottle of liquor I keep for "special occasions" and spiked my punch. I suddenly felt much better, and I walked downstairs with a new spring in my step. Casey had already opened all the presents (except those from the family), so I mingled and ate some more cake. Sam never showed. Then we shooed everyone out around nine, and it was time for the private festivities. I really wish they were the fun kind of festivities, but they were more the family kind. Undamnfortunately.

I didn't really pay attention to what everyone else got her. Marti drew her a picture. Casey in the Sky with Diamonds or something. A bit derivative, but I didn't say anything. If the kid thinks she's Jules Lennon, who am I to disagree? Lizzie got her some stupid dance thing... I dunno, maybe a video or something? Nora got Casey clothes, and Daddy Dearest got her a gift certificate because he doesn't know what to get a sixteen-year-old boy, let alone a girl. Edwin got her some of her girly smelly junk, you know... The stuff Marti made potions with. And then it was my turn, and practically everybody thought I hadn't gotten her anything. I felt mildly insulted at the slight, but I pulled the present, wrapped up all nice and tidy. It was in a square box. Not a little square box, a big one, a fancy one... The kind you use for pearl necklaces.

I'd gotten it when I went upstairs. I'd really put a lot of thought into it, and it was really hard to find. Up in the attic, that is... Do you seriously know how many boxes I had to go through to find it? Far too many. And it was even harder to sneak up there without Edwin noticing, since he's in there almost twenty-four hours a day. So I had to sneak in and be careful to put everything back because Edwin always notices when something's out of place. Casey better appreciate it. I smiled and handed a visibly shocked Casey the present, grinning brightly. That immediately worried everyone, I think, because they thought I got her a prank gift.

Casey began to open it warily, making sure to remove the paper extra slowly so it came off in one, whole, perfect piece. Once she'd stripped it of the paper, she was left with a long black-velvet box. She shot me a curious look, to which I merely shrugged, and then she opened it. I was looking at her face because I already knew what it was. A look of stunned awe passed over her face, and she glanced to me immediately. None of the family could see it yet, so they didn't get it. "Are these... real?" Casey asked breathlessly, disbelieving. I nodded slowly. Yes, the diamonds were very real. Casey openly gaped at me, clearly wondering how I could afford them. She set the box down on the table, and everyone whirled it around to see what I'd given her.

Nora and Lizzie both gaped at me, floored by my generosity. Edwin gave me a surprised look, and Marti smiled, exclaiming that it was really a very pretty necklace. I smiled at that, but the look on Dad's face made the grin drop right off my face. He was furious. I can't really blame him, considering that the necklace stirs up some old memories. You see, that very necklace is a family heirloom. It belonged to my mother and her mother before her, so it's probably supposed to go to Marti. But I'm the oldest, and it was just laying there, forgotten, in the attic. I think... I think my mom would want Casey to have it. She deserves to have it.

Dad's face was white, and Nora didn't understand. The little kids didn't either, because I'm the only one who was old enough to really remember her before she died. She loved that necklace, you know... Her mother gave it to her the day she got married to my dad. It was her "something old". Casey looked mildly uncomfortable by the gift. I know it was extravagant, and I should've asked my dad or consulted Mom's will before giving it to her, but I don't have that kind of time. Besides, it would've ruined the lovely little surprise. Like I said, I don't do things halfway. "Derek... You have no right to give her that," My dad said tersely, glowering at me.

I shrugged, pretending like I didn't care. Really, I could care less what Dad thought of me. It wasn't his necklace, after all. It was Mom's, and I've got half of her DNA, don't I? I smirked widely, holding out my arms. "Just welcoming my favorite stepsister into the family like you wanted, Dad," I remarked coolly, grinning across the room at Casey. Nora looked touched, and Casey looked a bit disgusted. "Besides, I personally think Mom would want Casey to have it. She would've liked Casey a lot, I think," I continued slowly, antagonizing him a little bit. Dad stiffened, and Casey's eyes widened at the revelation that the necklace had belonged to my mother. She pushed it back across the table towards me in a passive way of saying she couldn't take it.

I pushed it back, smiling like a madman and nodding. I desperately wished for a cigarette. "No, Casey, take it," I protested easily. I wanted her to wear it and think of me. Man, did I want a smoke. "Only the best for my favorite stepsister. Really. Sixteen's a big birthday. I know, I've been there. So take it, Case. You know you want to. It's a nice present. I had it all polished up for you," I replied, trying to coerce her into taking it. Casey shook her head, and I rolled my eyes, annoyed. And then I stood up real dramatically and sort of forgot that there were other people in the room. "Why won't you let me do anything nice for you?" I asked, feeling confused. I had given her a great gift. How many sixteen year olds get diamond necklaces for their birthday.

Actually, it has five diamonds on it, spaced out at various intervals. I don't exactly know how many carats it has, but it's a fair amount. It's got a white-gold chain, that's what the jeweler said, anyways. Casey didn't answer. She just glanced down and played with her hands. She never answers. I glanced at my dad, who still had a disapproving look on his face. I just... I wanted to shut him up. I was trying, really trying to get along with Casey here, and he had a problem with it! I glowered at my dad, who stiffened under my stare. Surprisingly, he held up his head and acted like he had a backbone... I, however, was born with a stronger backbone than his, and I fully intended to make use of that. I continued to stare Dad down. "I want Casey to have that necklace, Dad," I stated frostily, emphasizing every word to make sure my message was extra clear.

My mother loved me, and she loved me a lot. I was her favorite because I was her first-born. I generally try and avoid thinking about her because it brings up a lot of unwanted emotions. You see, when my mother died... Dad wasn't the same afterwards. He was depressed for a whole year. Then he got over it little by little by burying himself in his work and dating and... other things. So I had to grow up. At ten-years-old, I became the reigning adult of my family. Ever since, I've been the man of my house, the Alpha Male, and I won't let my dad forget that. He was weak, so I had to be strong for the kids' sake. I had to learn to make dinner and to feed the baby, because that's all Marti was, a baby. And I had to change her and take care of her... They don't remember, but for a whole year of their lives; I was their daddy.

I care about my brother and sister a lot, even if I don't act like it all the time. My mother spoiled me when I was a little kid. She let me have whatever I wanted, and I remember how mad it made my dad. So that's how it's always been... What Derek wants, Derek gets. Dad's a pansy, so I learned early on after Mom's death how to manipulate people into doing what I wanted. Oh, man, I pulled that guilt card for years... Got me out of my homework and tests... And then I learned how to lie, and I learned that I liked it. I liked it a lot, and I was damn good at it, too. Dad knows just how much Mom loved me, and that's how I know he'll give in. Because Mom might've wanted Marti to have that necklace, but if... If Mom's been seeing what I've been up to lately, I'm sure she'd think it was a miracle that I was in love. And she'd want me to give Casey the damn necklace as a token of my love because she'd want me to be with Casey.

I continued to stare Dad down frostily, rising to my full height and crossing my arms over my chest. "Mom always gave me what I wanted, remember?" I asked cruelly, knowing that would break Dad. Dad finally looked down, and I could see him give up. I smirked at him, feeling very victorious. I turned my glance to Casey, smiling lazily and checking her out. My smile widened. "Enjoy the diamonds, Case, 'cause they're all yours," I drawled languidly, smirking at her before mounting the stairs. Then I retired to my room and pulled out the bottle, just staring at it for a minute. I was debating having a little nip when Casey suddenly barged in my room. No knocking. I made her break her own rule. I grinned at the mere thought.

I held out the bottle. "Care for a drink, milady?" I inquired somewhat drunkenly. Casey shook her head and looked disgusted. I just shrugged, ripped off the cap and took one very, very long sip. It burned on the way down, but I'd long-ago learned how to overcome that. Casey sighed and reached over, ripping the bottle from my hand and replacing the cap. She kicked it under my bed, and I felt a bit annoyed. Can't a man drink in the privacy of his own room? It's not like I'm an alcoholic. I just had an awful day. Casey made me feel bad at every given opportunity. "What, come to murder me in my bed? I'm surprised you didn't show up with a butcher knife, you know, to really drive a knife into my heart," I snarled rather bitterly. She'd been a total bitch to me all day and all I'd been trying to do was what she wanted. Everything I'd done that day was for her.

Casey had grace enough to wince, and I smiled bitterly. She sat calmly on the edge of my bed. She held the box that contained the necklace, and just like that, she pressed it back into my hands. "It's not mine to have," She murmured softly, looking down. I sighed wearily and pushed it back into her hands. I nodded. Yes, yes, it was. I was sick of the hubbub surrounding it. I just wanted to get her a present, that's all, and a nice one. And I got her that. I got her a frickin' priceless heirloom that belonged to my own mother! I've only ever loved three women in my life: my mom, Marti, and, now... Casey. Why can't she see that?

Casey tried to give it back, but I pushed it back at her. "Casey, I love you. Just take the damn present. For my sake. You deserve all the best, you know that? And I want to give that to you. I want to give you everything," I mumbled quietly, trailing off. Then I looked directly at her, and she was real and close enough to touch, but I didn't lay a finger on her. I could've, but I didn't. I sighed, leaning against my headboard. "Hell, I spent all day running around, just trying to make you happy. I made you breakfast, but you spit it out. I took you out of school and got Emily to get your homework for you, but you just complained. I drove you to and from Toronto, took you out to your favorite restaurant, won over your godfather, and took you to see your friends. And you barely said two words to me that whole time. I even set up this whole party for you and asked Trevor to get your favorite band to play at your birthday party, but you berate me and tell me how stupid I am and how much you hate surprise parties. And then I get you a diamond necklace, but you won't accept it. I was nice to you all day, Casey! I didn't say anything against you. I didn't play any pranks. I didn't hit on you or tell you how much I love you even once. And you don't even care!" I exclaimed frustratedly. Why couldn't she see?

Casey's eyes turned down, and she was so ashamed. I felt bad for telling her the truth, but that was how I felt. And I was drunk. But I continued because the clock on my wall said it wasn't her birthday anymore. How had so much time passed without my noticing? I could've sworn I saw tears glistening in her eyes. But I was pissed and fed up and mired in self-pity. "I'm never going to be good enough to fit in your perfect little world, am I, Casey?" I asked bitterly. I didn't expect an answer, and she didn't give me one. I cleared my throat and motioned for her to leave, but Casey didn't go. Typical Casey. I could see the tears beginning to drip down her face, and I regretted being so cruel.

She sighed and managed a weak smile, fingering the box. "I still don't believe it, Derek. People like you don't love girls like me. And you don't love anyone, but you love me and... I threw it in your face," Casey breathed shakily. The tears came harder, and she tried frantically to wipe them away. "I'm sorry, Derek. Even you don't deserve that kind of treatment," She apologized through the tears, putting her hand on my shoulder. Thanks, I thought bitterly. The "even you" comment stung. I shrugged her hand off. It didn't feel like a comfort. She silently opened up the box, picking up the necklace with trembling, clumsy fingers. "Would you?" She asked pleadingly, looking at me questioningly.

I sighed wearily, nodding, and I sat up. I slid towards her, grabbing the necklace from her unsure fingers, and I placed it carefully around her neck. She was so close I could smell her perfume, and my breath tickled the back of her neck. "Never take it off," I whispered. My lips accidentally brushed against the back of her neck as I spoke, and Casey took a sharp intake of breath. She nodded resolutely, the words dying a slow death on her lips. I fastened the clasp and let the necklace fall. It hurt so badly for me to do it, but I didn't touch her after that. I resumed my reclining position and expected she would just leave.

She stood slowly, and the box fell off her lap. I gave her a once-over, liking very much what I saw. But what I liked most of all was that she was wearing the necklace I had given her. I suddenly noticed that she was wearing very little... Only a very skimpy pink nightgown that came above her knees, revealing her long dancer's legs. It clung to her in all the right places, and it made me ache in the worst ways. That and the necklace I'd given her. I really did want the best for her, even if it wasn't me. I looked down shamefully and waited for her to leave so I could resume my drinking. But she didn't leave. "I think you've done enough for me, Derek," She murmured softly. When I looked up at her, she was smiling at me. I gazed at her, confused, when suddenly Casey did the strangest thing.

She actually leaned down and pressed her lips to mine chastely. Casey kissed me, and she wasn't sleep deprived, and she didn't think I was Sam. It started out chaste, but it had been a long day, and I hadn't kissed anyone. I was so hungry for Casey, and I wanted her more than words can describe. But, of course, I had to be a damn gentleman about it. But Casey surprised me once again, and she kissed me back full force. She even wrapped her hands around my neck and tumbled down on top of me. Never once did her lips stray from mine. I wrapped my arms around her back, pressing her closer to me. That fabric was so damn thin; I could feel everything. She made me moan, and few girls, no matter how great the performance, have ever done that. She felt so good that I wanted to hold her down on top of me forever. We kissed until there was no breath left in my lungs.

Casey pulled back then, smiling at me rather shyly. I resisted the urge to kiss her again with every bone in my body, but it was so damn hard. "Think of it as my way of saying thanks," She mumbled quietly, in a low, breathy tone. I smiled back brilliantly, and Casey slowly got off of me. I missed her warmth already. I pouted and even tried to whine, but Casey merely flushed. So I grabbed her wrist and pulled her against me. I really couldn't take it any more.

"Touch me, Case," I pleaded huskily, entreating her to grant my birthday wish with puppy-dog eyes. Casey smiled awkwardly and tried to get out of my grip, but I held fast, being careful not to bruise her. "Please," I begged beseechingly, throwing every emotion I had into the appeal. Casey's eyes softened a little, and so she placed her free hand on my chest. I put my other hand on top of hers and slowly moved it down my chest, down my abdomen. I closed my eyes in bliss, feeling her fingertips trailing down my body. Unfortunately, I was wearing too many clothes to really enjoy the moment. Casey jerked her hand out from under mine when I'd brought her hand just above my crotch, and I felt severely disappointed. Casey flushed a deeper red and looked down at the floor immediately. "My bare skin," I continued greedily, relishing the feeling. But Casey shook her head at this, so I pulled both shirts up and placed the hand I held by the wrist on my stomach. Once again I tried to bring it down, but Casey stopped at the waistband of my jeans. She followed it with her finger, bringing it back and forth because she knew what it did to me.

Casey effectively managed to distract me, all right. I slowly let go of her hand, but before she could go... I leaned in and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her neck, right above the diamond in the middle. And then I backed away and politely let her go. I smiled widely at her and wiggled my fingers in what was supposed to be a wave. Casey managed to force a very awkward smile before she turned around to leave. However, I couldn't help but notice that she tripped on her way out the door. Now, that could be for several reasons. It could be that my room is just messy and that she wasn't looking where she was going. It could also be that it was so dark in here that she just didn't see it. Or, maybe... Just maybe... She was finally falling for me. I smiled at the thought, but something finally occurred to me.

I rushed to my feet and immediately barged into Casey's room. She was trying on clothes that flattered her so much my throat went dry. Apparently she was trying to teach Sam a lesson. Well, damn. I gaped at her wordlessly until she turned and saw me. She looked confused, and I shook it off and explained quickly. "Casey... I'm sorry about Sam," I blurted out. Casey's eyes were sad as she gazed in the mirror, turning and surveying her reflection as if wondering if she was good enough for him. Casey shrugged and said nothing, but I could tell it was eating her up. "He really doesn't deserve someone like you," I said instead of saying I thought he might be cheating on her. He'd really screwed up this time.

I mean, normally I like that, but Casey doesn't deserve this crap. Casey turned around and smiled at me sadly. Then she walked over to me slowly, as if in a dream. She placed her hand on my cheek and regarded me cautiously. "You're a good man, Derek," She proclaimed decidedly, pressing a kiss to my cheek casually. For a second there, I thought she was going to kiss me on the lips. I found myself disappointed that it hadn't unfolded like that. A good man, huh, what's that worth? I'm not a good guy anyways. I just shook my head at her. She kept looking at me though, a curious gleam in her eyes. "And if you weren't my stepbrother, I might..." She began, suddenly trailing off. I wanted to know what she was going to say. But she shook her head and stopped talking.

I gave her an expectant look, but she just rolled her eyes at me and pretended she didn't see. "And if you want to finish this little fantasy, you'd better go back to your room and your liquor," Casey hissed suddenly, shoving me towards the door. I struggled against her, feeling very confused at her sudden mood change. She acted like nothing had happened. Strange. I stopped dead in my tracks. Casey cleared her throat impatiently. "Now, go on. You won't remember any of this tomorrow," Casey growled irritably, pushing me once again. Well, fine. If that's the way she wanted to play it...

I grinned lazily at Casey and let her push me out the door. "Hope it'll be a Sweet Sixteen, Birthday Princess," I remarked almost sarcastically, giving her a mock salute. Naturally, Casey was unamused. I winked at her. "But if you change your mind and want a real man, you know where to find me. I'll treat you right, I swear. The offer's always open," I suggested earnestly, all the while knowing Casey wouldn't accept. She just made a face, and I blew her a kiss. "Goodnight, Case. I love you too," I mumbled over my shoulder, barely glancing at her. I didn't even wave, and Casey didn't say anything.

Why did she run so hot and cold on me? I sighed, picking the bottle up from under my bed, and I took a long, lingering sip that burned a hole down my throat. I would never understand Casey, but somehow I knew that if I kept up... I'd eventually get what I wanted. I brushed my lips distractedly, the same lips she'd kissed a few minutes ago on this very bed. Casey was wrong, though; I would remember everything tomorrow.

I stopped drinking after that one sip and pulled out a cigarette. Normally I didn't smoke in the house, but tonight was a special occasion, after all. I fumbled around for my lighter, finally found it, and lit my cigarette. I inhaled and exhaled the hot smoke, and as I did that, I felt my stress melting away. I sighed contentedly, grinning as I remembered Casey's lips on mine. She felt so good, so soft. I am definitely going to have to get that girl some lingerie for Christmas. I smiled at the thought of Casey prancing around in sexy lingerie and leaned back against my pillow. When I was finished, I put the cigarette out with the tip of my finger and tossed the useless butt into the trash. Then I opened the window to let in fresh air, and I stripped off my clothes.

Getting into bed, my last thoughts were that maybe, just maybe, I had a chance after all.

And maybe, if I was lucky, I would get my birthday and Christmas wish, which (or rather who) was, of course, Casey.

Because I wanted Casey more than anything else in the world.

It's just too damn bad I haven't been a good boy by any stretch of the word.

But, hey, God... Just in case you're listening, they say the love of a good woman changes a man.

Hint, hint.

- Loren ;

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