A/N: This story is one of those "never could happen in real life" type stories. -shrugs shoulders- It's something new. It's also going to be a little different in writing style, compared to my other stories, I think.

They will probably not be very in character, because the events that will happen will shock them both . . . so I'd appreciate it if I don't get reviews informing me that they are OOC, I already know. Besides, this is FANFICTION, I'm not the writer of the show so don't expect me to be.

Bit of information: Casey and Derek just graduated high school yesterday. They are now on a vacation to some amusement park with their family. I don't know what's in Canada, so I didn't give it a name.

It might be a little confusing now but I'll answer all questions, so don't hesitate to ask them.

Enjoy and review

Disclaimer: I own nothing

"Stupid Lizzie," Casey grumbled to herself as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Always picking stupid Edwin over her own sister, leaving me with stupid, arrogant, egotistical, smug bas-"

"Casey will you just shut up already!" Derek screamed, annoyed because he's been listening to Casey's complaining for the past 5 minutes. "And Ed is going to regret choosing Lizzie over me later when we get back to the hotel room," he spoke in softer tones, more to himself than his counterpart for the day.

Rolling her eyes, Casey knew that Derek's threat was empty. She didn't doubt that Edwin would get an ear-full, but Derek wouldn't resort to violence when it came to his brother. Even though he has shown absolutely no compassion towards her, Casey knew that Derek wouldn't hurt his siblings, Lizzie included.

After about 5 minutes of walking in silence, the slapping of Casey's flip-flops to the soles of her feet caused Derek to stop and throw his arms up in frustration. "Why don't we just try and split again?"

Turning around to face the exasperated Derek, Casey explained for the umpteenth time that day. "Because, the last 5 times we tried mom and George would pop out of nowhere and force us back together. I'm not willing to risk my car privileges. So just buck up and do what I'm doing." She sighed when she saw the look of confusion on his face, "I'm pretending you don't exist."

Knowing that arguing with her would be a lost cause, Derek caught up to Casey, falling into step besides her. "I don't understand why we're even talking to any of them. I know that I'm still pissed at them for not telling us until this morning."

Looking out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the scowl of Derek's profile. "I'm mad as well, but there is no point taking it out on them when I'm blaming this entire situation on you."

He stopped, grabbed Casey's arm and turned her to face him. "You think this is my fault? Who was the one that said for years that they wanted to go to school in Toronto?"

"Yeah well, plans change. What about 'I'm getting as far away from this place as possible and plan to live it up in the states.' You never said anything about staying in London."

Derek's anger on the subject of his college plans got the better of him and he pushed Casey into the fence surrounding some lame ride that he would never be caught dead on. "My plans changed as well Casey. And I didn't hear your little announcement about staying in London either. I'm surprised you didn't hold a meeting about it."

"I told everyone that mattered in my life Derek, maybe you should take the hint and realize once and for all that you mean nothing to me," she shouted in his face. She tried to shift her body to get out of his grip. The fence that she was up against began to dig into the exposed skin of her leg from the skirt she was wearing when Derek pushed her a little further into it.

"Do you think I care that I mean nothing to you? I wouldn't have it any other way." The grip he had on her right arm tightened and she began to feel his nails on her forearm, which were bound to leave an imprint. "I'm so mad that I still have at least 4 years with you in my life. You couldn't make things easier for all of us and just followed through with your grade-grubber dreams to go to Toronto?"

The hatred heard in Derek's voice snapped Casey's control, causing her to admit something she didn't want to tell anyone. "Apparently my 'grade-grubbing' wasn't enough for the school of my choice and they didn't want me. I needed more extracurricular activities and was put on the waiting list. The only other schools I applied to were in London. So I'm stuck at home with you, the person who has always said they were getting out of Canada the second they got the chance."

"Well I would have if I had been accepted to any other school than the one near our house!" Derek screamed before he was able to stop himself. Realizing his slip, Derek let go of Casey and turned his back to her.

Neither could believe that they told their secrets to the one person they despised the most. So, Derek decided to pretend it didn't happen and began to walk away. Casey knew what he was doing and agreed, reluctantly following the person her family stuck her with for the day.

Trying to get her mind off of what both just admitted, Casey began humming to herself. "Three days since the living room, we realized we're both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday you just smiled at me 'cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry," she whispered the lyrics of her favorite song to herself.

Leaning in to hear Casey a little better, he tried to remember the name of the familiar song. He knew he recognized it and known that it was one of his favorites in the past. Derek was about to ask her what the name of the song was until a small booth that he hadn't noticed before caught his eye. Reading the sign, he scoffed.

Casey looked up to see what Derek was going to complain about now and followed his gaze to a small building with three walls and a black curtain as the fourth wall. She read the sign above it out loud, "Future Teller Extraordinaire: Sir Woody?" she finished in a question, wondering why something like this would catch Derek's attention out of everything around them.

"I know," he said, thinking Casey thought it was as dumb as he did. "It's probably just some stupid ventriloquist's dummy that spits out some random phrase that can apply to anyone. Who would want to waste 3 tokens on that anyway?"

Knowing it would be something to piss him off; Casey reached into her pocket for 3 of the tokens her mother handed her earlier that day. She left Derek standing in the middle of the walkway and headed towards the black curtain. Right before she was about to pull it back she heard Derek's voice.

"You're kidding right?" Derek asked, as he reached her side, leaning up against the wall of 'Sir Woody's' booth.

"Nope," she smiled at him before she pulled the curtain closed behind her. It was rather small inside, with enough room for two people to stand comfortably. In front of her was a wooden dummy in a glass case that looked like it should be on the knee of some comedian. He's always right she thought to herself before sliding the 3 tokens into the slot to the right.

The dummy's lips formed a small smile before the glass in front of him clouded over and words began to appear. Arrows formed pointing to buttons next to the different choices: 1 year, 5 years or 10 years.

Rolling her eyes, she said to herself "I wonder what random thing it's going to tell me about my life" before hitting the 10 year button. If she was able to see through the frosted glass, she would have noticed the eyes of the dummy dart to the side of the booth before a voice was heard through the small holes near the coin slot.

Meanwhile, Derek was contemplating ways to make the rest of Casey's day miserable. He figured a rollercoaster, some of those 'disgusting' deep fried Oreos that Casey hated and flirting with any and every girl that crossed their path would be sufficient. As he looked around for the nearest annoyance he couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face.

"In 10 years . . . you will be happily married to the person smirking right outside the curtain."

Casey's eyes widened as she spun around to see Derek step inside. He heard Casey's future and did not like it at all.

"What the hell was that? I am not marrying you."

Shoving him against the wall so that she could have some space, Casey responded. "I'm not marrying you either. I'm never going to love you. I don't even like you."

"Well, at least we agree on one thing, because I don't like you either."

Before Casey could reply, both felt their throats constrict and started coughing. Pushing Derek out of her way, Casey walked out and leaned against one of the walls of the booth. Derek followed, standing in front of her with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

After both stopped coughing Casey spoke while rubbing her stomach, "I feel like I'm going to be sick."

Derek didn't want to agree with her, but his stomach began to bother him as well. "I'll text Dad and let him know that we are going back to the hotel." When he was finished and placed his phone back into his pocket, he followed Casey.

Without saying a word to each other as they entered the hotel and rode the elevator up to their floor, they entered their separate rooms. And after they were changed into pajamas, Casey and Derek fell into their beds and fell asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

That day, neither noticed the powdery substance coming from the small holes to the left of the coin slot in the booth before they started coughing. Or the smirk on 'Sir Woody's face before they walked outside of his booth. Or the slight tingle going through their entire bodies right before they fell asleep.