Oh, right. So I wrote this new fic, At Last, and it's up for a Fan-Fiction award for best UC. It's long (and a one-shot), not broken up into parts, and there's hints of pretty much every non-incest pairing under the sun. So, yeah, you can check that out if you want, and vote if you're so inclined. No big deal, really. Basically, the crux of it is this: Casey's getting married. And then it all goes downhill from there. ;) Yeah, it's messed up. But I just thought you might want to know, because that's one of the reasons why this chapter is so short. Actually, though, I might edit it a bit and add a little more, 'cause there was a brief discussion concerning Noel that I couldn't write and a slap, maybe. Really, though, it's not your average love story, or even really a love story... depends on how you look at it... maybe it's an anti-love story... which is why I like it, because there are parts of that story that are so personal to me.

Okay, so I've changed my mind about Derek's hair. The perfectly-sculpted bangs totally won me over. Plus it looks really good messy. Mm. And why is the restaurant called Smelly Nelly's? I can't imagine people would actually want to eat there with a name like that. Ugh. But I admire them for expanding into other sets. Oh, and what happened to Paul? He's gone! Lol. And Derek doing an imitation of Casey saying his name? Dead on. Lol. And hilarious.

Anyways, ignore that minor rant. There are more important things to be discussed. Such as, for starters, I never understand how off-hand comments can inadvertantly offend so many people. It's one of those annoying things about being a writer. People will attach connotations and symbols and so on to your words and your plot that you never intended. I don't like people using my own words to misrepresent me. It pisses me off. Like the whole accusing me of being racist thing. For starters, the character's views are not necessarily my own, although a lot of them are. Take Derek going on and on about girls, for instance. And his other guy-like behavior. Clearly that is one instance where we diverge because I don't have sexual fantasies about girls and I am not a guy, so obviously that part's FICTION.

Aside from that, Derek isn't racist anyways. I read those two-three sentences, and there's nothing offensive about them. When Derek said ghetto, he meant thug. He did not mean a racial statement by that. If he did, he wouldn't have bothered with a euphemism. Aside from that, the Great White North thing... That is not in reference to Canada's population. That is a nickname for Canada, probably because it snows so much. And then there was the Wiccan thing. Which, okay, Casey's views aren't my own either, considering I hate her and I would jump Derek. But when she was thinking that, she obviously wasn't thinking clearly. Or offensively, given that she was more concerned about the fact that she was a witch, and Derek was a devil, and witches were said to have slept with the devil in medieval times. And back then in the story she wanted nothing to do with him.

Now that I'm off that subject, let's see...

Finally, I'll admit it. This chapter kind of sucks. A lot. I was inordinately blocked on it. Derek's happy. I didn't know what the hell to do about that. So it's short-ish... and really, not that great. Lousy, especially the ending. It's mostly filler, actually, but it's important because it reveals a lot about how Derek feels about Casey. And how their relationship is going. And so on. The next chapter, I promise, will be more exciting, and, of course, a great deal more interesting.

Oh, don't own Life With Derek.

"In my house, I always get what I want."

This last week has been, I think, the happiest week of my life. Casey and I are... um... a we, I guess you could say. I don't know how to classify it because I'm pretty sure we are of two different minds on the subject. But me... I kinda think we're going out. I mean, sure, we can't go out in public, or kiss in the hallway and stuff- Don't get me wrong, though, I'm completely fine with that. I hate PDA. Well, not with Casey, but that's just because I can't. We always want what we can't have, and I can't have Casey in public.

Or at all, really. Lately, anyways.

Okay, so it's far from a perfect arrangement. Maybe I shouldn't have had sex with her right after she dumped Sam... although I wouldn't take it back for the world. No matter what she says, she's still not completely over him. I know that, and I hate knowing that he's still there in her heart... and I'm... what? Not? But she hates him, and that's good. No chance of a reconciliation. So we're taking things slow. Slow like a Special Olympic hurdler. Not to insult said hurdler, though; there's no way in hell I could jump a hurdle anyways. Because, of course, we can't go out, and we're never alone except for a few minutes a day before Edwin and Lizzie get home. We kind of hang out around the house lately, of course, but Casey picks a fight with me arbitrarily every time someone comes in the room so we don't look suspicious. Us getting along is... suspicious. I told her we could just say that I'm comforting her about Sam, but she won't take that for an answer.

Because, she insists, I really am not that nice.

I understand that she just got out of a serious relationship with Sam, and she doesn't exactly want to go jumping headfirst into something else right away. Frankly, I'm grateful she's even giving me the time of day, and even more glad she finally sees it. I almost lost my mind trying to make her see. She could've dumped me flat, you know, the morning after. She could've told me she regretted it, to go screw myself 'cause she wouldn't. She could've insisted it was just a one-night stand. It would've been so utterly easy.

But she didn't, and, for that, I am very lucky.

And also a very happy man. I take what I can get.

And whenever what I've got doesn't seem to be enough, I just remember that one night I spent with her, and I don't need anything other than the memories and the knowledge that I've got Casey in my back pocket.

So I try not to push her so much, but I do wish I got a little more. I love her, but I don't love her interrupting anything that might be vaguely considered a date by starting a fight so the family won't catch on. And I hate how we never get any time alone together. Even more, though, I hate how she can only kiss me for a little while, just a peck on the lips. And then the kids come home, or she shies away or whatever. She's so nervous all the time, too.

I try and make her relax, but she's always stressing about homework or someone catching us because she's paranoid. I'm no miracle worker. I can't change who she is, you know? I fell in love with Casey the Drama Queen. I knew what I was getting into, and I probably wouldn't love Casey if she wasn't an insufferable control freak. If you get rid of that, of her opposition, she'd be just like any other girl. And, obviously, I don't want just any other girl. I want Casey.

So I find it pretty easy to tolerate the stolen moments, her pushing me away (I was already used to that anyways), the frequent fights. Besides, the fighting was always really hot. A form of foreplay, really. But, of course, Casey doesn't realize that.

Unfortunately, it's also minus the sex.

Nevertheless, I am practically walking on a cloud here. Birds are chirping; flowers are blooming. I can't bring myself to be mean to anyone, anyone at all. Sunshine's coming out of my ass here.

However, being in a good mood has its downsides. These being that everyone can see it, and they try and take advantage of you. Now, okay, sometimes I'm more willing to be lenient than others, but I don't like people trying to twist my benevolent mood to their advantage. They should just relax and breathe easy. Never know when my angry temper might come back. Everyone knows I am not a forgiving man. I am also not one to forget debts owed to me. So I indulge their favors a little bit, but that means they owe me, and I know that someday I will call on them for repayment of that favor.

I'm not terrorizing the halls anymore or tackling anyone on the ice anymore. Or going at Sam, although I still hate him. See, now I've got the smug knowledge that I screwed his girlfriend, and that there's no chance they'll ever get back together again. Honestly, who would ever have sex with him after having me? And, let me tell you, that is one hell of a good feeling. Such a change in mood is pretty damn obvious. People give me weird looks, but I just give them one right back. I mean, what are they looking at? I realize I'm The Derek, and that they want to stare, because, well, who wouldn't? But there comes a point when it's just strange to stare the way they do. Plus, who are they to give me a look like I'm the weird one? Hello, I'm not the one who's a social reject!

I think I'll bribe Edwin tonight, so I can get a little free time to spend with Casey. Not that Ed knows that. He doesn't really care, though, since it allows him to get ice cream or arcade time. Or time alone with Lizzie, which is what I'm banking on. Since I'm feeling so beneficent, I've decided to help him land his stepsister like I did. It should be much easier for him. I figure all he needs to do is get his confidence up, grow a pair, and tell her how he feels. But it's weird. I've been watching them because half the time Casey still wants nothing to do with me- you know, pretense- and Lizzie kind of gets all flustered around him. So obviously she's crazy about my little brother, and yet she avoids him like the plague, and... here's the weird part... Literally flinches when he touches her. Even if it's just by accident.

So I think a little alone time will do them... and me... good. Especially me. I've been wanting to make out with Casey properly for the past week. I also conveniently tricked Nora and Dad into going out for dinner. And, because I've covered all the bases, Marti's going to be over at Dimi's house. She kind of hates Dimi, but I asked her to do it really nicely and said it would mean a lot to me if she went. Then she pouted because she thought I was going to get rid of her, and, admittedly, I was, but not because I didn't love her or anything. So I told her that I really, really, really liked a girl and wanted to impress her, and in order to do that, we had to be alone. I was going to order dinner (because as romantic as cooking is, food poisoning isn't) anyways, so it wasn't that much of a lie. And it didn't hurt anyone.

In fact, it was better not to tell Marti the truth because that would just confuse her. She is a pretty smart kid, though. Maybe she could keep a secret... No, too risky. Plus secrets are hot. Only... what if I'm Casey's dirty little secret? I refuse to be reduced to a song cliché. So I was walking down the hallways, smiling at random people, because, damn it, I was in a good mood. Sam came up to me randomly; my eyes narrowed and the smile dropped off my face. Oh, great. What does he want? He's crazy if he thinks I'm helping him. He's lucky I haven't creamed him for what he did to my Casey. I know what Casey would say if she knew I called her mine, but I don't care. It's out of affection, not ownership.

I haven't creamed him, of course, because I owe him. If he hadn't screwed up so badly and messed around on her, I would be Casey-less. And she would've continued hating me, never had sex with me, and I would never have finally gotten a chance. That's also one of the reasons why I still bother talking to him.

"So, D, what's up with this new mood swing of yours? It's like you're happy all the time. Did you win the lottery or something?" Sam asked, nudging me. I merely shrugged coolly. Phew, he's not about to ask me to do him a favor. Notice how he didn't ask me if I got laid, since I do that so much... well, less lately. Not at all since Casey. "You on something?" Sam continued skeptically. I shook my head hard. He knows I don't do that stuff because of hockey. Unlike himself. Sam's just careful for when they do the drug tests. He's changed so much since Casey, Round One. I barely recognize the guy. "E?"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't question my good mood, man," I replied wisely. Then again, I was dating... kind of... his girlfriend. So I sort of owe him in that strange, horrible way. Which is only ONE of the reasons I haven't kicked his ass. Plus it's suspicious, and he's supposedly my best friend. Sam stared at me funny. Okay, he knew better than to question me.

"No, D, really, what is it? There's something different about you," Sam persisted annoyingly. Gah. He pisses me off. He's not going to leave this alone. Damn him. I looked for a way out, but there was nothing in sight. Great, just great. Stuck talking to the moron. Man, he's not even worth body-checking at hockey practice anymore. Especially since I think Sam might kind of enjoy that, after what Casey said to me the other day.

We were laying in Casey's bed the other night... last night, actually. It was kind of cute actually. She came to me right before going to bed when we were brushing our teeth. We can share the bathroom now without thermonuclear warfare. She was so nervous. She kept fidgeting and looking down and biting her lip in that special way that drives me crazy. And then she blurted it out right after spitting. Romantic, I know. I couldn't understand her, since the words all ran together, so I asked her to repeat it. She was blushing horribly; I guess she thought I was going to say no? So Casey asked slowly this time if I could maybe come in her room for a little while. I think I smirked, and Casey didn't look happy. She looked really nervous, which is weird since Casey never gets nervous around me. Flustered, yes, but not nervous, you know? Well, she has lately, but that's one of those things that drew me to her in the first place. She wasn't falling all over herself to please me.

In fact, she didn't give a damn, and somehow she made me care. So I smiled... a real smile, for once, and I don't smile, really smile, often. I said yes, of course. What wouldn't I do for this girl? Princess Casey had specifically requested my presence. In her bedroom. During the nighttime hours. Who was I to refuse? Now, she assured me I wasn't going to get lucky, but she was just having trouble sleeping, and she thought maybe having someone with her would help. Then again, if that was entirely true, then why wasn't she asking Lizzie or Marti? She left a bit after that to go change, and I went back to my room to wait the appropriate amount of time. Or until everyone was asleep. Obviously I couldn't barge right into her room and not come out. It would raise some unwanted questions. Still, it was driving me crazy knowing she was only a wall away. Maybe I should look into a secret passage between our rooms...

Eventually I was so wired I couldn't do anything except stare at the clock, so I went in to check on Marti. She was sleeping peacefully. I peered in Lizzie's room; she was asleep too. I wasn't going to bother checking in on my own brother a floor up... Plus, think of the questions I'd get if he was actually awake. Edwin's a pretty observant kid. He'd know something was up. That being done, I turned off the hallway light and slipped into Casey's room as silently as a ninja. She was up and already in bed, waiting for me. She wasn't wearing her typical pajamas, but this pink silky camisole and short set I'd never seen her wear before. New clothes, for me? I felt rather flattered.

I smiled, and Casey smiled back, albeit rather awkwardly. She was practically shaking, so I turned off the light, pushed the covers aside, and joined her. She was completely freezing, so I wrapped my arms around her. She kind of flinched and jumped a bit, but I didn't let that deter me. It took a while, but she relaxed. She couldn't go to sleep, though, so we started talking. She brought up that Dean guy, and how he was the one who Sam had cheated on her with... And I was like... oh. She said it so calmly; I was kind of surprised. Maybe she's more over Sam than I thought. And then I remembered that the guy kinda looked a lot like me, which creeped me out because, ew, Sam fantasizing about me? Reminds me of when I made out with Vicky when Casey was what I really wanted. Except worse because Sam is supposed to be my "best friend" (ha!), and he's not supposed to have a crush on me.

Casey had a good chuckle about that. We talked a bit more and then we both fell asleep. We didn't do anything, just slept, but it was nice. I haven't slept that well in a long time. First morning I've woken up without a headache, too... one damn hangover after another. I had to sneak out of her room in the morning, but other than that, it was pretty damn comfortable. The benefits of hooking up with your stepsister.

Ah, good memories. When I snapped out of it, Sam was still staring at me strangely. Oh, great. He kept staring until I had to say something about it. "Fine! Okay. Fine. I'll tell you," I growled irritably. That was a bit louder than I intended. I don't do public displays of emotion. It blows the cool factor. Sam gazed at me expectantly. "It's my new girlfriend." Sam smiled slyly, like he was trying to smirk like me. Ugh. Pretending to be me? How low can you sink? My lips curled up in a grin; well, at least I'd finally stolen that girlfriend away from him. He acted like he was talking about something that he knew anything about.

"What's her name?" Sam quipped amusedly. Who is he to be amused? I see that look on his face. He thinks I'm whipped. What am I, cream? Psh. Derek Venturi does not get whipped. I'm in love with Casey, but I haven't changed. I'm still myself... just a happier, more satisfied version.

Well, I couldn't very well tell Sam her name. It would be kind of obvious. After all, how many Caseys do you think he knows? So I had to think on my feet, which is nothing unusual. I didn't have a lie already prepared, though. So that was kind of annoying. I paused for a moment, and then it came to me. I smirked. "Riley," I replied easily. Kudos if you get the reference. I know my dear "Riley" would. Ugh. I sound like a sap. Sam nodded approvingly, like he knew what the hell she looked like. He gave me that secret guy look like... "You're getting laid, right?" Which I didn't exactly want to discuss with him, since he'd, well... been there... first. Ew. Or maybe he hadn't.

Maybe it was some other guy. Casey told me I wasn't her first. No big deal, she said. That was an... awkward conversation... Especially since what I thought... Never mind what I thought. Sam asked for details of the "babe" I was dating. I shrugged and told him my norm. My type is girl. Blondes, brunettes, redheads... Although I do tend to go for the brunettes. The blondes are special exceptions like Kendra and Sally. Especially Sally. I don't think I ever really got over her. Maybe 'cause she never went out with me. She's no Casey, though. But I shrugged and eventually said she was a brown-haired, blue-eyed knockout. That's what I was supposed to say, anyways.

I couldn't very well say, oh, yeah, I'm dating your ex-girlfriend. As immensely fun as that would've been. I found I was looking for Casey in the hall, but I didn't see her anywhere. Damn that girl and her keener habits, always having to get to class on time. There's no one around to rescue me. Eventually, I couldn't take Sam's stupid leering and question-asking, so I made an excuse. "Oh, look! I think that's Kendra... coming this way! Gotta go!" I exclaimed dramatically, running in the opposite direction. In reality, I hadn't seen her, and I was going to class... a bit early for me, but Casey's into that sort of stuff. She's in my first hour, so I guess she'll appreciate it. She loves that sort of academic crap.

You know, I actually did my homework for her yesterday. It's a shame, really, but I have to pass, and Casey's just so willing to help... And, okay, I'm not really the moron I pretend to be. I'm just lazy. Plus it gives me the perfect excuse to spend time with her, and about half the time she's bent over, looking over my shoulder and close enough that I can feel her hair on my shoulder... and she smells so good. So this whole dating Casey is doing wonders for my GPA. So I went to class and snore... But Casey was there, so I had some minor entertainment by watching her. And watching other people and making sarcastic comments.

Unfortunately, I only have like three or two classes with Casey, so I remained bored in class. I kinda just turned in my homework and daydreamed. I might be with Casey, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna suddenly turn over a new leaf and start taking notes. Imagine my surprise when I emerged from sixth period (one of those hours I don't have with Casey), and while walking down the hallway as cool as can be, saw my dear stepsister being harassed by some jocks. From the football team, no less. You would really think they'd know better. I mean, hello, Big Ryan is afraid of her, not that they probably know this, but they do know not to mess with her.

I blame Max. They had this really ugly break-up a while back. She broke up with him and ugh. It was just bad. Catastrophic, really. So Max made her look really bad to his teammates, I guess, because he was so pissed that she'd dumped him. It was a public break-up, and very well known that she'd dumped his ass flat. I heard some of the stuff he said afterwards from one of my sources (a.k.a. Ryan, who, despite his hatred of me, respects a lady, especially Casey)... Not nice. He called her a slut and said awful things about her. I believe he said she blew the whole hockey team. That's ridiculous, of course, since she only ever dated the one hockey player. Well, two if you count me, but I'm not sure you can. And all that stuff with Max basically pushed her back into Sam's arms.

I've made it pretty clear not to mess with Casey on account of how many times I've saved her ass from ridicule. It's not easy to do, I tell you. But I stopped the Klutzilla thing and the Grade-Grubber thing... Even I, however, can't stop gossip. I kept it confined to the football team, though. That's really a small feat, but it was all I could do.

Now, let it be known that I hate the football team. I hate football period, actually. For one thing, it's an American sport. I resent the encroachment of America into Canada. I don't like blending our two distinct cultures, and football is a huge sign of this. Okay, I mean it was kind of invented by Canadians too, but football isn't really Canadian at all. Especially since half of the CFL is American (and not only that, but Americans who couldn't cut it in the NFL). Aside from that, depending on the country, it can also mean soccer, which makes it rather confusing. Besides, hockey takes more skill to play anyways and no one in Canada watches Canadian football. I mean no one. That's why CFL teams are always folding. Both of the Ontario teams went bankrupt, and no one in the CFL gets paid anything compared to the NFL. So it sucks.

In football you run and get tackled. Big deal. That also describes my relationship with Edwin, only I obviously don't want to score. Although if you put it in that context, you could apply it to my relationship with Casey: run (her), tackle (me), and score (me, finally!). Touchdown!

But right. I hate football. I hate how all the cheerleaders come to their games. I hate how they get all the attention. I hate how people think it's so much harder and that they're so much stronger than hockey players. Contrary to what Casey thinks, hockey players are very muscular. Look at the Olympics, for instance. There's a reason we have so much padding and helmets and the like. It's because we fall on our asses on the ice, get body checked, pressed up against the glass... not to mention the fights. Plus, we hockey players have fantastic dental insurance, since losing teeth is pretty common in the sport. So you tell me which is harder: skating while trying to shoot a tiny puck into a goal with a stick AND avoiding the other players or running with a pigskin and avoiding getting tackled.

Hockey owns. Duh.

So, with such a deep-seated resentment for football, it was no wonder that I started that fight with them. It wasn't even because Max started going out with Casey, although that pissed me off (guys like him are always trying to steal something from me). It was because I genuinely despise football. And now, here were his cronies, picking on my girl in the middle of the hallway. Okay, so it was really kind of a dark corner, but still, they were harassing Casey, my Casey. Obviously I'm not just gonna sit around and let that happen. God. Max can't even do his own dirty work. He has to get these losers to go bother his ex-girlfriend for him. Besides, why is he even bothering? He's back with Amy again, and he knows Sam just dumped Casey.

Dumb jock. Football players are so dimwitted. And yes, I see the irony in that statement. But I'm scrappy, remember.

I mean, I knew something was up at school, but she would never tell me. I never knew it was this bad, you know?

So they'd taken her schoolbooks and were teasing her something awful, like I would do except worse. This one sleazeball was coming on to her. Can you believe him? He actually thought he could touch her. As if I wouldn't rip his arm off for attempting it. Casey was, of course, protesting, but it wasn't doing any good, so I took that as my cue to step in. "The lady said no," I seethed. I flung my books (since when did I actually carry books?) in some passerby's arms and stalked over to them, ripping the one guy off Casey and swiftly punching him in the gut before I whirled around and snatched her books from one of the other dummies. I handed the books to Casey calmly before turning to survey her bullies.

Cowering, sniveling pansies. Half of them had run away. Of the few left (the winded guy and two others), I quickly found the leader. I found him because he was obviously the biggest guy. He wasn't hard to miss. There he stood tall like a juggernaut. One would expect me to cower from such obviously bigger competition, especially since he made Ryan look like a harmless little chewtoy. But the guy was messing with my girl, and for that he had to pay. I would've gone outside with him, too, even if I got my ass kicked, just for the record. Like I told Casey, there are worse things than physical pain, and half of being tough is being willing to risk getting a little roughed up (plus, doesn't it make you a lot tougher if you go out to fight knowing you'll get your ass kicked?). Both Ryan and Mondo a.k.a. the giant guy standing in front of me. Although Mondo's name is really Dick. So, upon finding the leader, I clamped my hand down upon his shoulder (not exactly a wise move). "Dick... I think you and me need to have a nice little chat. Walk with me, talk with me," I demanded in a tone that left no room for questions or defiance.

Not that Dick is smart enough to ask a question, let alone spell or even correctly write a question mark. The guy makes me look like Einstein. We were walking casually down one of the more deserted hallways of John Sparrow Thompson when I turned to him, and the smile dropped right off my face. "Don't mess with my stepsister, Dick. What part of that don't you understand?" I damn near growled. Mondo actually looked sorta scared, which is shocking. Apparently I'm intimidating. He just shrugged, and I wanted to kick his ass. "I thought Ryan made it pretty clear to lay off her," I continued frostily, "so why didn't you listen?" Dick just shrugged dumbly.

Everything he does is dumb. Can he even speak? I mean, seriously. "Well, Max said to... And Max is the captain, so I have to listen to him," Dick argued moronically. Ha. Like I was gonna see that logic. I hate Max, remember? Nah, actually, I secretly hate him but pretend to get along with him. Man, when did I become such a girl with the frenemies and what not?

My eyes narrowed, and my pace slowed as I turned the full wrath of my gaze on unsuspecting Dick, who clearly deserved it. "I don't care what Max said. I care about what I said. And, as hockey captain, my authority over this school supersedes anything Max can claim, so you'll be listening to me from now on," I snapped authoritatively. Dick stared at me blankly. Oops. Did I use too many big words? Stupid caveman. I faked a smile and repeated myself in simpler terms, being sure to speak more slowly so that he'd understand better. "Me no Max. Me no care what Max say. Me captain of hockey team, so me more important than Max. You listen to me now." Patronizing, yes, but oh so fun.

Even more so since he didn't realize I was making fun of him. He just nodded like a simpleton. Then I stopped walking and grabbed him by the shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. I got a little up close and personal, in his face a little. You know. "And I say don't mess with Casey. I don't want to see or hear about any of your goons touching Casey. You are not to even glance at Casey in the hallway. If I so much as see you looking at her, I will make it my business to put a stop to it once and for all... or else. Got it," I hissed threateningly, maintaining my fierce grip on his shoulders. Shocked, Dick nodded hesitantly. Not as enthusiastic as I would've liked. Alas.

I felt a need to say something that would really end them messing with her. No one messes with my sister but me, you know? Well, not just that, of course. No one messes with my girl, period. So I let Mondo go, but I didn't back away. "Tell Max this, okay? Casey should be treated as if she is my real sister. As if she is my own flesh and blood. Nothing less. I refuse to put up with someone harassing any member of my family, especially one of my sisters. As long as I'm still breathing, no one at this school will show a single relative of mine disrespect, got it? Especially not Casey, my favorite stepsister. So you can tell Maxi-Pad that if he says even a single word about Casey, and it gets back to me... and it will, of course; it always will... then he'll have me to deal with. And, unlike Casey, I'll put up a fight. I don't care if he thinks he's stronger than me; I will beat him. I'm just looking for a good excuse to kick his ass," I snarled venomously, fully ready to follow through on my threat. I gave Dick a challenging look, ready to go right now.

But Dick merely cowered and nodded fearfully. He'd gotten the message, all right. Just as I'd planned. All of that was true, if you rule out the brotherly impulses. Everyone knows that I will never, ever consider Casey my own flesh-and-blood sister. Maybe flesh and blood, but never a sister. Gives it a bit of an incestuous angle. "Got it, Triple-D. Casey's family, and family is untouchable," He repeated numbly. I nodded, feeling the smirk spread across my face so easily. Wow. He got it fast. "I'll tell Max," He parroted back as if I actually cared. Screw Max; that's my opinion. Like I care what ugly boy thinks (Max, not Mondo). I nodded dismissively and brushed him off, stalking back down the hallway to where I'd left Casey.

I had to make sure she was all right. I came back as fast as I could. I was practically running. When I got back there, though, the hallway was strangely deserted. It was almost impossible to tell that anything had happened there, except that one guy was still there, holding my books. I smiled, thanked him rather curtly, and turned and walked down the hall. The bell rang, and I was officially late for class. Honestly, I was sick of school by that point, and Casey had run away from me, so I decided to skip class. I mean, why stick around? I'd made it through quite a bit of the day. It's not like it's going to matter in the long run.

Besides, I was craving a smoke. I have a bit of an oral fixation, plus I needed something to do with my hands. Obviously I couldn't do what I usually did, which was find a bimbo and have me some fun. I'm obviously not gonna risk that, since that's what got me in Casey's inner circle... Sam cheating on her with a cheap bimbo. I, obviously, have better taste. So I had to go find some place where no one would look for me or see me. And then, of course, I had to avoid the stoners because, hello, I have a reputation.

And that reputation is not one of a moronic pothead. I mean, I know what people think. I'm a growing boy, and I eat a lot. And maybe I'm kind of chill and not known for being smart, but I am not a pothead. Besides, it screws with your head. Plus I have this thing about how I like to remember things. Unfortunately, however, the stoners have the best hiding spots. So I was stuck hanging out by the huge-ass pine tree, which was cold and dark. It was also snowing, so it made me feel somewhat like an adventurer, lighting a cigarette out there in that wind and wetness. There were all the makings of a pretty bad surprise blizzard.

But I wasn't gonna be a loser and smoke in my car. Even if it was heated. Casey hates that, and Dad and Nora don't know I smoke.

So, as soon as the period was over, I decided I could take it no longer. Shivering and willing to admit it, I practically ran inside. Ironically, the breath was kind of frozen and suspended inside of me, but I ran despite my discomfort. I ran inside, shook the snow out of my hair, and arrived looking flushed just in time for the bell. I plastered on a ridiculously bright smile and dusted the snow off. I really was intending to go to class next, because it would look bad if I didn't. Besides, the nurse owes me a bunch of favors due to Sammy, so... I've got a free pass, basically.

I was taking my sweet time getting to class when suddenly I looked up and saw Casey. Imagine my surprise when she grabbed me and started pulling me down the hall in that very Casey way of hers. I figured she was mad like she usually is, but I didn't do anything other than smoke... And, after all, I'm killing myself. Not her. It's not like I'm even going to kiss her or touch her or anything, so why is it her business? I just kind of went along with her for the ride.

She dragged me down the hallway to a more secluded area, presumably so she could bawl me out for... whatever. Oddly enough, that was not what she did. "That was nice, what you did back there," She admitted somewhat awkwardly. I blinked in confusion. Did Casey just call something I did nice, and, thus, by an extension, me? So wasn't expecting that. Then her eyes hardened, as if she had to make up for being nice to me. Which she does, apparently. Casey slapped me on the arm swiftly. "What were you thinking?! You could've gotten hurt! Dick is a thousand times bigger than you! He could've ki-" Casey exclaimed almost hysterically. I was surprised, honestly, because since when has she really cared about my body being whole?

She used to relish in my pain, although she didn't want to see me beat up that one time. This is probably just the same thing. I interrupted her with a wry smirk (she was still holding my arm). "I seriously doubt that." Casey made a face at me, clearly knowing exactly what it meant. She ruined it, though, by looking away and flushing horribly. It was so cuute. Made me feel all proud. Finally, she managed to clear her throat and speak again.

"He could've killed you, Derek!" She gasped. She actually looked a little scared. I couldn't help but smile, and Casey stared at me incredulously. I just shook my head. He wouldn't have dared.

"Like I was going to let anyone mess around with my... you?" I retorted, stuttering a bit when it came to that last word. I didn't want to call her my sister, but I couldn't call her my girlfriend either. And then there's the fact that Casey, as a feminist, hates being referred to as a possession. I coughed and made my voice a bit more gruff to compensate for my slip. I messed up Casey's hair a bit, almost like I would Edwin's. "That's my job," I replied proudly. Casey looked none too amused, yet she said nothing. I like to think it's because she feels she owes me for rescuing her. Some knight I am.

She looked mildly annoyed with me for a moment, but suddenly her annoyance evaporated. "Well," She exhaled, "At least you make it remotely challenging." A frown crossed her face, but it wasn't because of me this time. "Any idea why they all ganged up on me?" She wondered, shooting me a knowing look.

Honestly, I didn't want to tell her. I knew it would hurt her or she wouldn't believe me or whatever. I had to, though. It was what she was expecting. "Max... He told them to..." I elaborated as best as I could. Talk about awkward. I could see the question in her eyes. Why? Why, indeed? Well, what am I supposed to say? I have no flippin' clue why her ex-boyfriend is such an asshole. "I told Dick to tell Max to lay off. He'll get the message, Case," I assured her, straightening up a bit. Casey bit her lip and nodded, but she looked worried.

Though I am far from a patient guy, I waited for her to elaborate. "What are you going to do if he doesn't? Max is bigger and taller than you, Derek. He could..." Casey protested. I shot her a look. What is up with her thinking I can't take care of her? That might be true, but I could seriously kick his ass. I'm the angrier one, and that's a better energy. The anger would numb any pain. See, Max wouldn't care, but I do. Casey keeps thinking I'm gonna get my ass kicked, but I wield a lot of power here.

I usually avoid fights because everyone knows full well how I can ruin someone's social and school life. Look what I did to Casey, for instance. It's a good way to keep her all to myself, though. I shook my head, silencing her. "I would kill him, Casey," I said quietly. At Casey's astounded and simultaneously horrified look, I continued. "There are other ways of committing homicide. Social homicide, for instance." In this case, however, I do quite mean it in the physical sense. There's more gratification in getting your own hands dirty sometimes. I make an exception for Casey.

She nodded like she understood, but I could tell something was off. She stared at me in silence, biting her lip. It was awkward, to say the least. I smiled, trying to alleviate the strange tension. It really looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't. I wanted to know what it was. Finally, overcoming her reservations, she started to talk, a panicked look in her eyes. "I heard an interesting rumor today," She began. At first she sounded almost weak, but then her voice hardened a bit. She sounded more like herself. I nodded dully. Big deal. Since when is Casey a gossip-queen anyways?

Oh, right. Em. "Emily heard from Sam, who's been telling everyone that you have a new girlfriend. Named Riley," Casey stated plainly, placing her hands on her hips. I couldn't tell whether she was mad or amused. Whether she thought I was talking about her (I obviously was) or... if she was jealous. Crossing my fingers behind my back, I hoped it was the latter. That she was amused, although jealousy is good because it means she cares.

I smirked familiarly, eyes glinting. "You like it?" I asked airily. I could tell from her look that she got the reference. She rolled her eyes at me a little, but she looked pretty amused. Not exactly the best memories, but I stood up for her. Besides, Casey knew full well I couldn't say her name. She was staring at me questioningly, almost challenging me. I guess she wanted to know if it was true but was too afraid to say anything.

I wasn't gonna make it that easy for her. I wanted her to ask. It's not that I didn't know the answer already. I don't say things that I don't mean, unless I'm lying. Contradiction, I know... But I wasn't lying about that. I didn't even like that she had to ask, but we weren't exactly the type for a relationship discussion. I know it's not serious enough yet. Girls like to know, though, they like to ask. I hate those sort of conversations, though, but it bothers me that Casey's afraid to have one.

Finally, after what seemed like forever but was probably just a few moments, Casey broke the silence. "Am I... Um... Do you consider me as a... You really think of me like that?" Casey stuttered, looking nervous and excited. I didn't move my head or say a word. I was waiting for her to really spit it out. It took her forever to get the message, and I was kind of worried she wasn't going to get it at all... or, that, worse, she would take my silence for an answer. "Derek, is it true? Do you think of me as your girlfriend?" She continued anxiously, eyes sparkling. I liked the look of that. I liked it a lot.

"If you want to be, then you are," I replied casually, shrugging like it was no big gesture. It was giant, though, and Casey knew it. Then I grinned hugely, because Casey actually looked happy. The happiest I'd seen her in days. It was nice to see her like that, and even nicer to know that I made her happy.

God, I'm a sap.

And what am I thinking anyways?! The girl just got out of a serious relationship. I seriously doubt she wants to be in another one, much less with me, the biggest playboy in school.

Not that I'd cheat on her. I'm not that stupid.

And since when is this taking it slow? Like she wanted. Slow. Then again, if I slept with her before ever asking her out when we weren't anything more than siblings, isn't that taking it fast, so it's kind of an oxymoron? Man, I'm stupid. And confused. And an idiot. We've barely been doing this for what, a week or two, and I'm already asking her to be my girlfriend? I might as well have proposed! She must think I'm completely crazy. In fact, she's probably laughing at me internally or externally or that's just a pitying smile. What was I thinking? She'd never actually want to be my girlfr-

Next thing I know, she's hurled herself into my arms, flung her arms around my neck, and she's kissing me like there's no tomorrow. And all those thoughts kind of just died.

If I were a thinking man, I'd wonder what the hell she meant by that. But there really isn't much to wonder, and I'm not Casey. Unlike her, I can just enjoy a moment.

And trust me, I enjoyed that moment to the fullest. Who knew Casey could hold her breath that long or do that thing with her tongue? I mean, really... We wound up kissing so long that the late bell rang halfway through the kiss, and neither of us stopped, not even Casey. And you know how much she hates being late. Eventually, though, I was starting to see black spots from lack of oxygen, so we pulled away to catch our breath. It's funny how unimportant things like breathing are when you're around someone you really care about.

When I'd sucked in enough air to see clearly and regain my senses a bit, I just stared at her. Her chest was heaving, her cheeks were flushed, her hair was messy, and she was mine. All mine. Eventually, Casey's eyes opened, and she looked back at me. There was a rare, unguarded look in those fragile blue eyes. She was still panting a little, so I waited for her to catch her breath. I was having trouble breathing myself, waiting for her answer. I prepared myself for a no, steeling my nerves. Prepare yourself for the worst and then be relieved if it's not; that's my motto. What can I say? Life's hard, and it doesn't always turn out the way you want it to. You just have to deal with that.

Casey smiled at me softly, looking flattered. "Of course I want to be your girlfriend, Derek," She whispered breathlessly. Her eyes positively sparkled. She knew such a thing was not done lightly. Then she leaned in, placed both hands on the sides of my face, and kissed me again. She pulled away too soon afterwards, glancing around nervously in the hall. To check if anyone had seen us making out, obviously. I suddenly realized that she'd grabbed my hand. She smiled again (careful, I might just get used to that) and licked her lips. "We'd better find some place more private," She mumbled, beginning to walk down the hallway with me in tow.

I frowned, gaping at her. Okay, who is this girl and what has she done with my Casey? She must be a stranger, a doppleganger, some chick who just looks like her. This can't be Casey. Casey never skips class. She doesn't smile at me every five seconds. "Shouldn't we be getting back to class?" I asked, feeling somewhat strained. The thought that I might actually be resisting the urge to make out with her is unbelievable, yet I am.

Casey stopped, turned around, and raised her eyebrows at me. "Since when have you ever wanted to go to class, Derek Venturi?" Casey retorted with a wry grin. Oh, yeah, it was Casey, all right. I swallowed hard and shrugged. Since never, actually. Man, she's good. Sees right through me. "Besides, I don't want to go to class. We're late already, and it's the last hour of the day." Logic was her first argument, but I couldn't miss the whiny tone in her voice. It was working even before she added the next part. "I'd rather spend it making out with my new boyfriend..." She breathed, lips brushing against my ear, "if that's okay with you."

It was far more than okay with me.

I swear, that woman knows exactly what she's doing to me. And she is a cruel, cruel woman, but I love it. I love her. She knows full well the power she has over me and exactly how to wield that. Normally that would be scary to me, but I trust Casey. Wow. I've never trusted anyone except myself. Wow. There's a lot of power in that. It's completely terrifying, trusting someone this much. You never know if they're going to break you.

I didn't need to speak, though. I merely threw her up against the lockers and kissed her hard. I like the sound of that. New boyfriend. That's me. I don't have to be jealous anymore. I managed to pull away long enough to mumble, "Janitor's closet." We broke apart only long enough to dash to the closet and lock ourselves in. It would've been suspicious, us making out like that in the middle of the hall. Since I don't kiss and tell, I'll spare you the details. We emerged five minutes before the end of school (a good thirty-five minutes later), with rumpled clothes, mussed hair, and identical smiles on our faces. Then we pretty much ran out of school.

I sped all the way home, and Casey didn't complain once. On the way there I explained how I'd carefully arranged for us to have some alone time. You wouldn't believe how Casey's face lit up when I said that. She said she'd like that, that it was just what she needed. That made me smile. I didn't exactly tell her how I was going to bribe Edwin to take Lizzie out because I knew she'd disapprove. Casey happily started chattering on about the night we were going to have, as if I hadn't already planned it all. I fully intended to make the best of every minute, obviously, because who knew when we'd have more time like this?

Except at night, when everyone else was sleeping. This is one of those situations in which it would be really convenient if Casey's room was across the hall from mine. Unfortunately, it's next door, which means a longer walk, not to mention I have to sneak past Lizzie's room to get to it. Can you imagine how awkward that midnight conversation would be? "Well, Lizzie, I'm really sneaking into Casey's room so I can have sex with her. I'm in love with her, and she's kind of my girlfriend now. Lot to take in, isn't it?" Obviously that can't happen, so I have to be stealthy and lie.

Upon getting home, we made out a little more after discussing our dinner plans. Then Casey pulled back. "Not here, Derek! Anyone could walk in!" She went upstairs, ostensibly to change. Into something more comfortable. A.K.A. Something skimpy for me. I think, anyways. I waited downstairs for about ten minutes before dashing up the stairs. Sue me. I was excited, and I think I'm going to get some naked alone time with my girlfriend. Of course, I had to go get a thing or two from my room before...

And when I came out of my room, smiling as gleefully as a kid at Christmas, I ran right into Lizzie. She immediately started looking at me suspiciously. She knows when I'm up to something. Great. Why's she have to be so much like her sister sometimes? I glanced down the hallway, where I could practically sense Casey waiting. My throat went dry at the mental picture I'd just generated of her in the lingerie I bought her for Christmas. Methinks it will be a good investment, especially if I get to rip it off of her. It's bad to get turned on in front of Lizzie, though. I need to make her disappear and fast. Marti knows to go over to Dimi's on her own, but Lizzie doesn't know she's supposed to go leave with Edwin.

I decided to end it as quickly as I could. "Lizzie, ask Edwin to take you out to dinner. I'm having a girl over, and I want the house free of children or 'tweens for as many hours as possible. As long as you're back a couple minutes before Dad and Nora show up, you're good," I ordered imperially. Note that I made no mention of the girl's identity, or that she is Casey. Lizzie obviously didn't listen to me. I hate her backbone and really wish she'd grow out of it.

She looked like a scared, defiant little rabbit. I rolled my eyes. Get over yourself. She listens to Casey too much and too hard. "I don't care what Casey told you. You like my brother, and he likes you. That's really as simple as it is. If you're careful, and you leave right now, Casey won't find out. What Casey doesn't know won't hurt her. You can be alone with my brother... leave Casey to me. I'll distract her so much that she won't even remember she has a sister," I declared boldly, tempting her.

Lizzie's jaw dropped in shock. I knew that would get her. "Edwin likes me?" She gaped in sheer disbelief, completely plowing her cover. I nodded, feeling the smirk spread across my face. Wow. I'll be actually helping someone. Though it isn't for altruistic reasons. I really just want Lizzie and Edwin out so I can be alone with my girl. A yenta I am not, but the matchmaking will distract them from me and Casey acting strangely and friendly-like. Aside from that, it'll stop me from having to watch them mope all about and kill my happiness. Lizzie shook her head, still unable to believe. "Yeah right," She scoffed, pausing, "How do you know?"

I rolled my eyes at her. How else do you think I know? "Straight from the horse's mouth. Ed told me himself. He wanted to tell you, but I think he's biding his time," I stated breezily. Lizzie shot me a stern look. Probably wanted Ed to tell her himself. Whatever. He was going to tell her anyways. My brother's just a coward, and hey, if this gets him the girl... I'm not going to apologize for it. I just shrugged. "What? It's not like you didn't want to hear it. So suck it up, go tell Edwin, and get out of my hair," I snapped, not really in a mean way, rather a stern way. I noticed Edwin walking down the hallway, passing by Casey's door, and I suddenly shoved Lizzie into Edwin. Then I briskly walked up to them and pushed them down the stairs.

Not literally of course. Edwin got the message, though. I can always count on him. I shot him a look and he hastened them down the stairs. I turned around immediately after hearing the door slam, running into Casey's room. Don't want to make her wait, after all. Casey was dressed but barely (not that I minded). I found her choice of wardrobe very appealing. She had been pouting, but her eyes lit up when she saw me. "Where were you?" She hissed, practically pouncing on me.

I smiled widely, leaning in closer to her. "Casey, there's no place in the world I'd rather be," I murmured softly before leaning in to kiss her. I meant it, too, and I rarely ever mean things like that. I guess it was the right answer because she kissed me back with more force than I was expecting. A few moments later, I was stumbling to the bed.

You know, I could really get used to this.

Loren ;

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