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Here's the newest chapter of "Yesterday and Today."

Dedicated to: kkbeatlesfan.

AN: This is one of my personal favorite one-shots from the CD. I thought I'd share that with you all. Enjoy!

Band on the Run, 5:13 (Paul McCartney and Wings)

Ralph Papadopoulos pants, chasing after the rest of D-Rock.

"Man," he yells to Sam Richards, "that was awesome!"

"Are you insane, Ralphie?" Casey MacDonald screeches.

"No."

"Are you…having fun?"

He laughs at her accusation. "Yes, actually."

Looking behind him, he hopes the bouncer had gotten lost in this mad dash from the club.

"Derek, this is all your fault!" Casey snaps for the fifteenth time.

Ralph raises his hand, and she glares at it.

Sam sighs. "What, Ralph?"

"Uh, it's actually not his fault."

Derek shoots him a grateful smile.

"I mean, if I had to say, it would actually probably be yours, Casey."

Casey tries to kill him with her death-glare. "Excuse me?"

"Let's just all… look a place to stop running, okay?" Sam intervenes.

"How is it my fault?" Casey hisses to Derek. "I came to help you guys."

"We didn't need your help," he retorts.

"Sure you didn't," she replies saucily. "Sam, there's a coffee shop on Oak Street, halfway down the block. Let's go see if it's still open, shall we? Derek. Stay here in the alley. Maybe a rat will come and drag you back to the sewer where you belong. Ralph, keep him company." She grabs Sam's arm and struts away.

"You know, it wasn't the best idea to say that," Derek mentions to Ralph.

"Maybe not," he shrugs, "but it was awesome." He pats his pockets. "Oh, man, I forgot my drumsticks. Amanda's gonna kill me. She got me those for my birthday."

"Casey grabbed them. They're in her purse."

Ralph tilts his head, and then shivers. "Now Amanda's really going to kill me. I think she's still worried that we hang out with Casey so much."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Derek puts his hands up. "Casey hangs out with us, got it? Not the other way around."

"Sure man. Whatever. All I know is that, whenever we're at your place, and Casey's not there, Casey… is all we talk about."

The brown eyes study him intently. "Ralphie. Are you high?"

"For once," he gives his friend a lopsided smile, "nope."

With a chuckle, Derek shakes his head. "Ralphie, I know that she doesn't get you, and half the time, neither do I, but the crap she wrote in your yearbook was right. Never change."

Ralph grins. "Don't plan to. Who's going to keep the rest of D-Rock on their toes?"

"Please, Casey does that enough."

"You know, that's the second time you brought her up."

"Don't wanna talk about it."

He shrugs, and sits down against the wall beneath the neon sign of a video store. "Alright… Think Casey's still going to be sore at me for saying it was her fault?"

"Probably."

"If she hadn't shown up, we would never have gone on and you wouldn't have flirted with some girl to get Casey angry, since she was there. Then, that girl's boyfriend wouldn't have tried to deck you, and all of this," he makes a vague gesture with his hands, "would not have happened."

"You're probably right," Derek answers.

"So, same time next week?"