Dasey Nation

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Disclaimer: Life with Derek isn't mine! The idea was inspired by Instant Star and Gossip Girl, but I changed it up. Like, a lot.
Derek's POV.
Summary: Casey's perfect. To Derek, nothing really compares. She's smart, pretty, funny, talented... Not that he'd ever admit that out loud or even to himself, but everything about Casey fascinates him. When Derek learns Casey isn't being completely honest with everyone, it turns his world upside down. Now he's seeing how different he and Casey really are, but not in the way he used to admire. Derek needs to find out who she really is to save her from herself, but is the truth really worth it?

After The Fall

A better side of me, an open mind for mistakes made,
The kind that you burn from
-Silver; David Cook

Never in my life did I ever picture myself in this situation. Or a situation anywhere close to it. First of all, I was helping Casey. The spoiled-rotten, always-has-to-get-what-she-wants stepsister who's always been determined to put me in my place or something. Second of all, I was risking everything I had to help her. I was risking my friends, my life, my freedom, everything.

But I've got to admit, it did make me feel kind of dangerous and spy-like. Okay, so it was kind of cool.

Why I'm doing this, I don't even know myself. All I do know is that Casey needs me now more than she's ever needed anyone. And I'm not just talking about emotionally.

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That was like the prologue. I'll have more on the last day of school, which is Wednesday. I thought I might as well post the start of it. Now that I am free of academic commitment, I'll be sure to post often.
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You didn't have to break my heart babe, you didn't have to say a thing

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And yeah, you dress it up so nice,
Thinking I won't hear it right
-Seven Letters; Jimmy Robbins

I never understood why people got so hyped up over prom. You dress up nice, dance to lame music, drink punch, and flirt all night. None of that, except for maybe the all-night flirting, appeals to me at all. Anyway, with prom so close, you can bet the whole school was turned upside down.

I hate this time of year.


"Oh. My. God! Guess what?" Casey squealed, rushing into the house so fast, she almost crashed into the stairs. "Max asked me to prom!"

Okay, so Max was taking her to prom. Call the president! This is ground-breaking news!

"Yeah, Case, isn't it kind of a given that he'd take you to prom? Seeing as he's your boyfriend and all."

She made a face and ignored my comment. "This is going to be the best night of my life!"

"It's junior prom. If you're going to get excited over something so stupid, it might as well be senior prom, where they'll at least have a decent DJ."

She sighed and crossed her arms. "Must you be so cynical? It's supposed to be a night of friendship and love!"

If you need a special occaision to celebrate your friendship or love with a person, you need some help. Get it now.


Later that day, I walked by Casey's room and overheard her talking on the phone with someone. Normally, I wouldn't eavesdrop on something like this because you only get one side of the conversation, but it was what she was saying that caught my, well, ear.

"I don't think anyone we know is going to be there. I doubt that." She paused, listening to what the other person was saying. "Can you pick me up? Yeah, then I'll meet you there on Friday. Bye, Max."

If she was just planning a date with Max, would she really be so sneaky about it? Why would she be so worried about someone she knew being there?

And why would she lie to her best friend about it the next day at school?

I was talking to Sheldon, trying to get him to do my homework for me when Emily walked up and kissed him on the cheek. Casey and Max were walking by in the hallway and Emily pulled Casey to the side, asking her if she was free on Friday, probably hoping they could get together and braid their hair or whatever.

Anyway, Casey didn't say she had a date with Max or anything. Instead, she frowned, "I'm sorry, Em. I can't I have to babysit my neighbor's twins."

I was about to interrupt and say that none of our neighbors have kids, but decided it could be much more fun to watch it all unravel on its own.

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I know I promised the chapter sooner, but I couldn't open Word for awhile.
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You didn't have to break my heart babe, you didn't have to say a thing

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Eeep! I love it so far! Cant wait for the rest. :333
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Sorry it took so long. =]

Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
-Who Are You?; The Who

"Casey, have you seen my car keys?" My dad asked, coming into the room with his jacket half-on.

She jumped and her voice shook. "Car keys?" She cleared her throat. "I mean, no... No I haven't. Sorry."

I saw the keys on the coffee table and tossed it to him. With a quick 'thanks', he left the house in a hurry. He was probably running late to a meeting or something.

Instead of going back to the TV, I turned my attention to Casey, who was sitting at the dining room table trying to read a book. It didn't look like she was really concentrating on it, though.

"Why so jumpy, basket Case?" I asked.

My question got a small jump out of her. She looked at me but didn't answer my question.

"Hello? Anyone home in there?" I got up and walked over to her. This had better be something good, she made me get up! "What is so shocking about car keys?"

"Uh, nothing," was all she said before she gathered up her stuff and hurried up to her room.

She had no idea she was just giving me the material I needed to bug her with for weeks, maybe months, to come.

That is, if this was as big as she was making it seem. Knowing Casey, even the something like forgetting to brush her teeth one morning could possibly send her to an insane asylum. She doesn't allow herself to mess up. I'd say it's her one of her only flaws.

Um, I mean... It's, uh, her one of her many flaws. She's annoying, and a total geek. And too much of a perfectionist for my taste. Anyone who's afraid of something as minor as a flaw or one little complication is more flawed than someone who's a total mess.


Other than Marti's humming, dinner was pretty quiet that night. My day wasn't so eventful, so I really had no stories to tell, my dad was too concentrated on work to say anything or even listen to anyone's stories anyways. Lizzie was staying over at a friend's house and Edwin never really brought up conversation anyway, but I was surprised Casey didn't feel like bragging about the eight-billionth A-plus she got in history today.

"So, Nora... How was your day?" I wondered. Marti's humming was beginning to get annoying in a really creepy horror movie demon-child-singing-nursery-rhymes kind of way.

She shrugged, "I guess it was fine. A day's a day, right?"

Wow, was everyone in a weird mood today?

"And how about you, Casey? Got any A's today?" I asked, knowing she'd perk right up and correct me.

'A-plus, Derek. A's are for the weak.'

Okay, maybe not exactly like that, but something along those lines.

Casey froze. "Uh, actually... Mom? You need to sign my exam. I got a D."

Nora almost choked on the bite of lasagna she just swallowed. "Casey, are you serious?"

She nodded and went back to being a mute.

Teacher's at our school do not make parents sign your first D, especially when you usually get straight-A's. Excuse me, straight A-pluses. So that must mean basket Case has been getting low scores all week. What was so funny about that is that I've actually been doing pretty well this whole month. Oh, how the tables have turned.

"Derek," my dad scolded me. "This is not a laughing matter."

"This is not funny." Nora agreed.

I must have let my thoughts get the best of me. "Sorry. You're right, dad. It's not funny at all..." I paused. "It's freaking hilarious!"

Suddenly, someone else erupted in laughter. Casey.

"Why are you laughing?" Nora asked her. "This isn't-"

Caset cut her off, "Derek's right. This is hilarious. Who would of thought, right?"

Why the hell was she laughing at herself? Casey doesn't laugh at herself. She's way to proud. In some ways, even prouder than I am.

She was both making this way too easy and extremely difficult at the same time.
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You didn't have to break my heart babe, you didn't have to say a thing

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OOOh. What's going on with Casey? Hopefully Derek can figure it out! PMS!
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