I have to be just about the worst, most sidetracked writer on this website. I am so sorry for not updating on Out of the Blue! But while I was traveling between the hospital, home, and my brother's house, this story idea just sort of…dawned on me and I just had to write it! So, I'm really sorry! I've have the new chapter of Out of the Blue up soon!

On the plus side, my mom officially does not have to take chemo. Instead, she is on some medication for five years. But it isn't chemo, thank goodness!

Anyways, here is my latest story: Life withOUTDerek

Enjoy!

R&R and please, no flames!

Lotsa love, degrassichick

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Chapter 1

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Derek

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You know, if there is one person in the world, just one person, to blame for what's going on with my family right now, it's my mother.

It's all her fault.

Dad was out at this stupid party at work that Nora didn't go to due to Marti being sick; guess who was there, of all the people in the world to be there?

Abigail Venturi-Cagle.

I never knew my dad was such a dumbass until I found out what he did with her that night.

Please tell me I don't seriously have to tell you, it's pretty obvious isn't it?

Yeah, they did the deed.

How did Nora find out, you ask? Well, Daddy Dearest just so happened to call Nora "Abby" three times during dinner last night. Nora finally got it out of him last night. And now? Well, now Nora is packing her suitcases and telling Casey and Lizzie that they're going to be staring with Nora's mother until she can get everything sorted out.

That's right, the Venturi-McDonald clan is finished.

And honestly, I'm actually not happy about it.

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Casey

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"Lizzie, do you have my brush?" I ask, walking into my sister's bedroom.

Lizzie glances up at me from where she is trying to bounce a soccer ball on her knee, "Haven't seen it. Marti could be using it as a microphone."

Marti's latest idea is no longer that she wants to be a witch or a princess. Now, she wants to be a pop star. She's been walking around the house all week singing along to ancient Britney Spears songs that retired almost a decade ago.

I sigh and run my hands through my hair that desperately needed a comb ran through it.

"Oh, before I forget. You might want to take this." My mom says sternly and the next thing I hear is George yelping "Ouch! Damn it, Nora!" and a piece of jewelry hitting the hardwood floor.

Lizzie bits her lip, "That didn't sound too good."

I plop down on Lizzie's bed, "I really hate this."

Lizzie sighs and nods, "I agree. I just want it to all be over with."

"We're going to have to change schools all over again." I say with a groan.

Lizzie nods, "But on the plus side, it's July. Meaning that we'll have a little over a month to try and make new friends."

I narrow my eyes at her, "Lizzie, you know how long it took me to make one single flipping friend here? And now, I have to start all over again! I'm horrible at making friends, you know that."

Lizzie shrugs, "I don't know what to tell you, Case."

I roll my eyes, "For once, you're actually no help."

"Two dads, Casey!" she practically screeches at me, "I have lost two dads and I'm not even thirteen yet!"

I sigh, "I'm sorry, Liz."

Mom pokes her head in the door, "Are you too almost ready to leave? The cab is here."

Lizzie lets out a small sigh and grabs her two duffle bags off of the bed and makes her way out of the room.

We're leaving some of our stuff here that we'll be collecting in a few days, weeks, months, or never. I hate when Mom gets like this. She did the same exact thing when Dad died. She was so unbelievably crushed that she wanted to get out of our house, town, and providence within a day. Well, we didn't make it out of Ontario, but we did leave Toronto.

"Casey, are you ready to go?" Mom asks.

I sigh, "In a second. I just have to get my bags out of my room." I say and brush past her and down the hallway to my bedroom.

I step inside and plop down on the bed before letting my body fall back onto the mattress as I wipe away the tears that are fastening their seatbelts and preparing to take off in my eyes.

"Casey?" a small voice asks quietly.

I sit up and see Marti stepping into my room, my metallic purple hairbrush held my her small fingers.

"Hey Marti." I say, trying to sound as upbeat as possible.

"Are you ever coming back?" she glances up at me nervously.

I suck in a deep breath and try to blink away the tears, "Of course, Marti. I wouldn't just leave you like this. You know I wouldn't."

Marti nods and tears begin drizzling down her cheeks, "I'm sorry I was never very nice to you, Casey." She says in a near whisper.

I shake my head, the tears slowly drizzling down my cheeks as well, "Don't worry about it Marti, don't worry about it."

Marti's crying nearly turns into full out sobbing.

I crouch down to the ground and envelope her in my arms as she clings around my neck, "I love you Casey." She whispers into my ear.

"I love you too." I whisper back to her tearfully.

She pulls away and wipes her nose with the arm of her long sleeve shirt before handing my brush back to her, "Here's your microphone."

I laugh and give it back to her, "Why don't you keep it?" I suggest.

A smile slowly lights up her face, "Thanks Casey!" she says with a smile before waving at me, blowing me a kiss, and toddling down the hallway, "Lizzie!"

I run a hand through my hair and stand up, brushing my hands over my jeans.

"Hey Casey…" Edwin's changing voice slightly cracks as he steps into my room.

"Already say goodbye to Lizzie?" I ask.

The tips of his ears turn red. A few weeks ago, Edwin had witnessed Lizzie getting her first kiss from this kid in their class named Bobby Dowell. He had this angry rock music on full blast (and I had never heard him listen to rock music until that night) when I had practically stomped upstairs to his bedroom demanding why he had to play his music loud enough that it practically shook the ceiling of my bedroom. He wound up breaking down and confessing how jealous he had been when he had seen Bobby kiss Lizzie. I always knew he had a crush on her.

He nods, "Yeah, I hugged her and told her I'd miss her."

I eye him in disbelief, "That's it?"

Edwin glances away from me, his cheeks turning pinker by the second until turning into a pale crimson.

I continue to glare at him.

"Okay, okay, and I kissed her on the cheek." He confessed, turning to face me.

I smirk, "What'd she do?"

"Kiss me back."

"Aw, that's so cute! You guys kissed each other on the cheek." I gush and make my way to ruffle his hair.

Edwin steps back from me to prevent me from ruffling his hair before a smirk spreads across his lips, "Whoever said hers to me was on the lips?"

My jaw drops. Lizzie kissed Edwin? My Lizzie? My innocent little sister Lizzie? Wow.

Edwin laughs and pulls me into a quick hug, "Don't be a stranger. I'll miss ya Casey."

I eye him in shock, "Yeah, I'll miss you too…" I say in a dazed tone as he laughs, waves at me, and exits my room.

Well, now I really don't want to leave.

I've already said my goodbyes to George, Marti, and Edwin. There was only one person left.

Derek.

And I highly doubt he's going to go out of his way to tell me goodbye.

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Derek

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I have to tell Casey goodbye. I just have to.

But I can't; because I don't want to have to say goodbye to her.

I don't want her to leave, I just want her to stay here with me and we can just tell Nora that we'll take Casey off of her hands and she can have, say, Edwin.

Get over your stupid crush, Derek. Just get over it.

I would get over it, of course, if it was still just a crush.
Unfortunately, it isn't a crush anymore. No, it's something much bigger.

Love.

Yes. I, Derek Venturi, am in love with Casey McDonald. I have been ever since her and Sam's "yeariversary" (Sam's word, he felt guilty for that stupid ass "monthiverasry" that he hadn't wanted to celebrate with Casey that he had to make up his own stupid word for an event that already had a word. Casey, of course, thought that it was "adorable and so thoughtful of Sam". I hate him.). All that Sam had told me about it before the date was that he had a candlelit dinner set up for him and Casey and then they would do something fun afterwards. All I know about this fun is that Casey didn't get in the house until past three in the morning (I'm a big enough loser that I actually waited up for her…not that she knows or will ever know that) and that when Sam got back to school the following Monday, he was "the man".

Point is, I had been so insanely jealous over Sam talking about him and Casey endlessly that I nearly punched him. The only reason that I didn't punch him was that he ducked out of the way and I wound up busting my hand on his locker instead. My knuckles were bruised for nearly three weeks after that.

Casey had found out about it and chewed my ass out that night. That's when it finally dawned on me that I was completely crazy over her. It used to just be a few feelings that I could easily hide. But I slowly changed and I kept finding myself going out of my way to "accidentally" brush my body against her or hold her or touch her or stand close to her.

Thankfully, she's never suspected anything. Or if she has, she has a very good technique at hiding her feelings.

But the point is, I have to tell her goodbye, or I'll regret it.

I make my way towards my bedroom door and swing it open. But I am surprised when I am face to face with Casey.

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Casey

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I had been so worried about Derek not saying goodbye to me that I actually went to his bedroom to say goodbye to him.

I can't believe I actually did though. Even though I know why I did.

I did it for the same reason that I clench my fists every time Emily talks about Derek, and for the same reason that I get this jumpy feeling in my stomach whenever Derek swings by Sam's house when the two of us are hanging out in his house, and the for the same reason that almost every time Derek and I have gotten into an argument recently, all I've wanted to do is grab his cheeks and crush his lips against mine.

It's true. I, Casey McDonald, have feelings for Derek Venturi.

How much more sick and twisted can I get?

And how big of a loser am I for actually thinking that Derek is going to actually want to say goodbye to me?

As I stand in front of his closed bedroom door and lift my hand to knock, I am surprised when the door opens up and I am face to face with Derek.

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Derek

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"Hey Case." I say softly, glancing her up and down.
God, she is gorgeous; unbelievably gorgeous.

And I am a sap; an unbelievably huge sap.

"Hey Derek…" she says nervously, twisting her fingers around one another.

"What are you doing here?" I question.

Casey sighs, "I just wanted to say goodbye to you. So now that I have done that…" she slowly begins to back away.

I nod. You fucking dumbass! Hug her, kiss her, tell her you love her, do something!

"I'll see you around, Derek." She says nervously before turning on her heel and heading off down the hallway, tilting her head back and placing her hands over her face.

I suck in a deep breath, finally listening to my nagging conscience.

I hurry after her and latch onto her wrist, spinning her around and causing her body to bang up against mine.

Casey glances up at me with her big blue eyes before I slowly lower my lips onto her own.

She immediately responds, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing herself deeper into me as I wrap my arms around her waist, nearly lifting her off the ground.

"Casey!" Nora calls up the stairs.

Casey breaks away from me quickly, "I have to go." She whispers.

I sigh and nod, "Yeah, I know."

She backs away from me slowly, "Bye Derek." She says softly, tears glistening in her eyes before she turns and walks off down the hallway. She reaches the top of the stairs before turning around to face me tearfully as I stand moronically in the middle of the hallway like an idiot.

She sucks in a deep breath before turning and hurrying down the stairs.

I let out a deep sigh before turning around and heading back into my room, practically slamming the door shut behind me.

I practically hurl myself on my bed and turn my iPod on full blast, trying to block out everything else that is going on in my horrible life right now. Everything but that kiss, that is.

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Casey

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Derek kissed me.

That has to mean something, right?

Obviously, he feels the same way about me as I do about him. Either that or he was really desperate for a kiss.

Lizzie sulks against the door of the cab as we slowly pull away from the curb at the Venturi household, tears drizzling down her cheeks as she tries to hide her face in her lavender jacket.

I sit against the seat and let out a deep sigh, trying to go over the kiss in my head.

Mom turns around to face us from where she sits in the front seat, "I'm sorry girls."

"If you were truly sorry, we wouldn't be leaving." Lizzie grumbles and tries her hardest to dab away the tears.

I rub her shoulder consolingly.

"We're only staying at grandma's house temporarily." Mom states.

"Yeah?" Lizzie asks sarcastically, as if she is actually interested, "Then what happens?"

"We'll rent out a house or an apartment."

Lizzie shakes her head in disbelief and puts the ear-buds of her iPod into her ears, turning it on.

Funny, she wasn't acting like this thirty minutes ago. Of course, that was before she and Edwin were in a lip-lock. Man, he must really have an effect on her.

Just like Derek has on me…

My mind immediately flashes back to the kiss; it had felt exactly how I had always thought it would feel to kiss him, if not better.

And now, it was all over. I don't even know if I'll get to see Derek again.

"I can't believe you're just leaving your job at the law firm like this." I mutter.

Mom replies something to me, but I've zoned her out. I really don't want to listen to what she has to say right now.

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So, there it is.

I am so incredibly sorry that I still haven't updated Out of the Blue and I am so ticked that I keep getting all of these other story ideas in my head. But I promise to have a new chapter for OOTB up ASAP!

In the mean time…

R&R and please, no flames!

Lotsa love, degrassichick