Author's Note: For the sake of this story Derek and Casey live in a small town near Edmonton, Alberta. I'm not gonna be specific because I know absolutely nothing about Canadian geography (I'm from England) so everything I say in regard to the trip will be coming straight from Google Maps. I picked Edmonton because it's far enough away from Kingston that it justifies a road trip. Plus Venturi is a last name of Italian descent and Alberta is one of the Canadian provinces with an abundance of Italian-Canadians. Oh, and the quickest route goes through America so Derek and Casey will get to see a bunch of places.

Are you impressed with my research? Yes? Okay, on with the story!

Casey POV

"De-rek!" I screeched, running down the staircase at break neck speed. You'd think with my reputation as 'Klutzilla' I'd be more careful but I was in the kind of rage only Derek could inspire and in said rage, there was no room for precaution. So it was no surprise really when my feet went flying out from underneath me and I fell the rest of the way down the stairs.

"What, Casey?" I heard Derek say as I pulled myself up from the floor, even from where I stood I could hear the smirk in his voice. Bastard.

I angrily rounded the corner to see him laying back in his recliner with a controller in his hand, the T.V screen showed he was right in the middle of Babe Raider.

"We are leaving for Queen's in two days! What have you done with my schedule?" I said as evenly as I could, crossing my arms coolly over my chest - at least, I hope it looked cool.

Yes, you heard me correctly. I, Casey Macdonald, am being forced to drive all the way to Kingston with one Mr. Derek Venturi. Why mom and George ever thought this was a good idea I will never understand.

See, I think they hoped that over the years our fights would kind of…burn out. And while it's true that we have developed a certain mild affection for each other (meaning that if he died, I would actually be kind of sad and vise versa), our fights, if anything, have only gotten worse.

So why it ever entered their heads that being stuck together in a car for a week was the best way to go about things I will never know.

"What makes you think I've done anything with your stupid schedule?" he bit back, barely paying attention to me as his eyes were too transfixed on the game he was playing.

God, he is so annoying! I can't believe I have to drive all the way to Kingston with him.

"I know you've taken it. How about we just get this over with and you tell me where it is." I sigh, he can be so difficult.

"Hmmm, how about I don't tell you where it is and watch you squirm for the rest of the day," his gaze flicks up quickly from his game and the look he gives me is so smug that I just want rip his eyes out of their sockets, and I'm not usually a violent person.

I know he thinks he's won this round but he's dead wrong. Rule number one in the 'Guide to Living with Casey Macdonald' is: No messing with Casey's schedules. Especially the ones that she's colour coded. Messing with my schedule is practically a declaration of war.

"Derek, tell me where my schedule is or I swear to God I'll do everything in my power to ruin your reputation at college," I say and watch in satisfaction as his grip stiffens on his controller. If there's one thing Derek Venturi cares about more than making my life hell, it's getting girls.

"You never managed to do it in High school, what makes you think you'll be able to do it now?" he says calmly but I can detect the underlying fear in his voice. I've got him!

"In High school you were already popular. In college you're gonna have to start fresh, you won't be the Derek Venturi anymore. You'll just be another freshman," I say and resist the urge to chuckle manically.

Derek sighs and turns to me, defeat clear in his eyes. "It's in the drawer underneath the sink, you know, the one filled with all the take out menus."

Of course. I don't eat fast food. I'd never look in the take out drawer.

"Thank you!" I singsong mockingly as I skip into the kitchen. I rifle through the menus until I find my schedule and beam happily, resisting the urge to rub it against my face like a childhood blanket.

I stroked it's laminated surface, quickly scanning it to make sure everything is as it should be, looking for any Derek-esque modifications.

Casey Macdonald's College Road trip Schedule:

Monday - Edmonton to Saskatoon (9 hours, allowing for stops)

Tuesday - Saskatoon to Estevan (8 hours, allowing for stops)

Wednesday - Estevan to Fargo, North Dakota (10 hours, allowing for stops and toll)

Thursday - Fargo to Eau Claire, Wisconsin (8 hours, allowing for etc.)

Friday - Eau Claire to Chicago, Illinois (8 hours, allowing for etc.)

Saturday - Chicago to Cleveland, Ohio (9 hours, allowing for etc.)

Sunday - Cleveland to Kingston, Ontario (10 hours, allowing for stops and toll)

Of course I was only rounding up, I could really be sure how long it would take us. It all depended on traffic, speed limits etc. But with my schedule we couldn't go wrong, with out it I'm almost certain we'd be doomed.

"Why do we even need a schedule, Case?" Derek whined from the living room.

"Why do we need a schedule?" I echoed incredulously. "Because schedules give us structure, and without structure we are nothing hopeless beings, destined to wander forever without ever reaching our destination,"

"Geez, Case. Live a little. After all, you don't want to reach your destination without remembering the journey," he said thoughtfully. I was taken back by his sincerity.

"Wow, Derek. That's kind of deep,"

"Well, I'm not just a smoking, hot stud," he said with a smirk and any profound feelings toward him instantly vanished.

"You're under the impression that you're hot? When did you go blind?"

"When I saw your ugly face for the first time,"

"At least I'm intelligent. You're unattractive and stupid,"

"My many female admirers don't seem to think I'm unattractive or stupid," Derek was out of his chair now and his stance had taken on an aggressive edge.

"Your many female admirers, although I think the more appropriate term is 'fuck buddies', are as stupid as you are,"

"Tut tut, Casey. You shouldn't cuss, it might ruin your goody-goody reputation,"

"I'd rather be a goody-goody than a manwhore!"

"Well, I'd rather be a manwhore than a stick-in-the-mud!"

"Douche-bag!"

"Keener!"

"Walking-STD!"

"Grade grubber!"

With every insult we'd moved closer and closer until we were right in each other's faces. I could feel his hot breath fanning over my face as I tried to think of another insult to throw at him. Seconds ticked buy, the house was silent except from our laboured breathing. I watched in dismay as that all too familiar smirk stretched across his face, he flicked up his eyebrows as if to say I win.

"Urgh!" I screamed and pushed his chest before stalking up to my room, my schedule gripped tightly in my hand. Thankfully this time I didn't trip as I flew up the stairs.

I stomped into my room, making sure to slam the door, and collapsed face first onto my bed. How the hell am I supposed to spend a week alone with him?

I slowly pulled myself up and trudged over to my laptop, wanting to research the areas we'd be stopping in some more. However, when I clicked onto my desktop I was surprised to see my wallpaper had changed it's normal, girly swirls and hearts to something different entirely.

I clamped my eyes shut, blocking the naked woman from view, and screamed at the top of my lungs. "De-rek!"

Okay, so what do you think? I'll be doing multiple POV's and stuff. Please don't judge me on my lack of road trip knowledge! R&R please, reviews make me super happy.

Love

Cee Cee