Happy 100th review! I love you guys. Seriously, I really do.

You make my day!

Anyway, last chapter here, folks. But, of course, there might be an epilogue, but maybe not, because I like how this ended.

Wait…you know, I just had the best idea for an epilogue. Hmmm….

Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through this whole story and through my insanity. You guys are totally awesome!

This chapter is dedicated to IwasNeverReallyMe, because she is totally awesome and has motivated me so much (like all of you guys have).


Hangovers and Love


I have been throwing up for the last two hours.

And let me tell you, when you have a mind-splitting headache, and you're throwing up, it hurts.

A lot.

I have never been hung over.

And it sucks.

"Here," Derek says, handing me a glass of somewhat warm water.

"Thanks," I mutter, sipping it slightly.

"Wow. Casey MacDonald: drunk. This is awesome!"

Oh yeah, real awesome.

My head is pounding. It's like I just got by hit by a car, then ran over by a truck…and then got thrown down ten flights of stairs, and then fell through a glass window on the 80th floor…don't you hate when that happens?

"I didn't even know I was drinking alcohol! They should really put a label on the table…something like, 'Don't drink me Casey MacDonald! Or suffer the consequences of a horrid hangover! Mwahahaha!'" I say, then throw up again.

I wish Derek would leave.

This is not a way to make him fall in love with me.

I glance over at him, and notice his eyebrows furrowed.

How can he just watch me? What a nasty boy.

After I am done, I flush the toilet and glare at him.

"Why are you watching me throw up? Is there nothing on TV?" I snap, wiping off my mouth with my hand.

I bet you a million dollars he won't get the hint.

He ignores me, handing me a towel.

Leave Derek!

Leave, leave, leave!

…Please?

"So, Casey, do you remember anything…from, you know, last night?" Derek asks, sitting down next to me.

Oh my.

I didn't even think about that!

I start breathing faster.

"Oh no!" I say, bringing my hand to my forehead, and fall to the floor…but then I have to sit back up because I feel nauseous.

Think, Casey!

…nothing.

Though I do remember something about my feet…

Well, what's the worst I could've done?

I cringe, thinking about what I might've done.

"Did I, like, stick my finger up your nose or something?" I ask, glaring at my pointer finger.

You know, my finger has never been my friend…

You see, two years ago, me and my finger were walking down the road, and I tripped, and poked an old lady in the eye, really hard. Anyway, she said she couldn't see, and it was truly dreadful…

"No, you just…told me something," Derek says, looking like he's trying not to smile.

Uh-oh.

Okay, Casey, we're gonna play it off cool.

"Hmm…was it that you're feet stink? 'Cause they kinda do sometimes Derek…"

"No, you said-"

"Or was it that you have really, er, pleasant brown eyes?"

"-that you-"

"Or that you have a nice bellybutton? Because you do have a pretty nice one…"

"-loved me."

"I mean, compared to my bellybutton, it's really, er, bellybutton-ey.." I say, my voice reaching ultimate high.

Okay, so it's worse than I thought.

Because I announced my love while I was drunk.

Okay, breath Casey. In and out.

"We didn't, er…kiss or anything?" I say, my voice squeaking at the word kiss. I try clearing it, but it's not working.

Okay, so Derek knows I love him.

But hey, it could be a sisterly love, you know?

"No," Derek says, rubbing his hands together.

"Good," I squeak.

Because I am not going to kiss the love of my life when I can't remember it.

You know, I actually feel nauseous again.

"Well, I gotta go. I have a date at Perkins. Er, good luck with the hangover."

And then he leaves me.

"Where does he get all of these girls?" I ask myself, before puking again.

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Okay.

I have decided to tell Derek how I feel…

And this time I will not be drunk!

It's perfect.

And I am feeling much better!

Thank God for chicken soup!

…and brownies.

You know, I think the brownies cured my nauseous.

I'm telling ya, they're the secret cure for everything.

And about the bet I have with Derek…well, what he will never know!

"Mwahahaha!" I laugh, rubbing my hands together and my head falling back.

"Hey Casey," Derek says, walking in with a girl who goes to my school.

"Hi Casey," Tarynn Morgan says, staring at me with wide eyes.

Why does Derek feel the need to rub it in my face that he can get any girl he wants, while I have trouble getting one guy.

"Hello," I say, trying to hide the brownie that's behind my back.

"Omigosh! What is that!?" I ask, pointing to something behind them.

When they look away, I shove the brownie in my mouth.

"I don't see anything," Tarynn says, crossing her arms.

I shrug, trying not to laugh.

"What's in your mouth?" Derek asks, crossing his arms, too.

I shrug again.

Well, it's not like I could talk without the brownie coming out.

And I am not paying Derek fifty buck.

I turn away, and say, "Mmmothing,"

And when I turn back I yelp when Derek's right next to me.

Derek gasps. "Are you eating a brownie?"

I shake my head.

How dare he accuse me of eating brownies!

Derek raises his eyebrows, and I do the same.

"Open your mouth."

I shake my head again.

Must. Swallow.

"You," Derek says, sitting on the stairs with me, "owe me fifty bucks."

After I finally do swallow, I turn my body towards him.

"I don't even care. Those brownies were heavenly," I sigh happily. "Hey where'd Tarynn go?"

Derek doesn't answer me.

Is he giving me the silent treatment?

What did I do?!

Well, two can play at this game, Mr. Venturi!

I do my evil laugh.

"What?" Derek asks.

He is bad at the silent treatment.

I ignore him, staring at my fingernails.

A couple of minutes go my, as I hum to myself, when Derek finally breaks the silence.

"Do you really love me?" Derek asks, staring at me.

"Of course I do! Now come over here and kiss me, you big, strong, hott, monkey!" I say, and pull him into a kiss.

Ha, er, actually no, that's not what I said…

I stare at him. He stares back.

Why, God, WHY?!

Why would you give me Derek as a stepbrother?!

Why not, oh I don't know…why not Emily as my stepbrother!? Even though she would technically be my stepsister

…but that's not the point.

The point is that Derek doesn't seem to love me back.

"Do you love me?" I ask, my voice cracking.

Oh no.

Why do I ever try talking?

It really just leads to bad situations. Like this one.

"Well, do you mean in the brother/sister way, or the boyfriend/girlfriend way," Derek replies, trying to meet me in the eye.

But I will not allow it!

Never, never, never!

You know, I hate serious conversations like this.

They're so…dramatic, and not funny.

Hmm, maybe I should change the subject!

"So what about that meatloaf?"

"What?"

"You know, I think meatloaf can poison a person…"

"Casey, c'mon, we can't avoid this forever."

"Why not Derek? When did you become the person making sense and I became the crazy lunatic?"

"You're not crazy."

"Yes I am, and I actually like it."

Can you imagine a time I wasn't crazy?

It's been years…

…probably about the time I stopped hating Derek.

Hmm, interesting observation Casey.

Well, thank you, Casey.

You're so welcome, Casey.

I snort at my stupid-ness.

Now what we're we talking about?

I take a deep breath.

Okay, MacDonald, you can do this!

"Derek-"

"Yeah?"

"-I am in love with you. I have been for a long time. And I know, you're probably thinking, 'what?!', but I can't take it anymore! I am going insane over here! And it's okay if you don't feel the same way…but I think it'd be a lot better for both of us if you did love me back, because then maybe I we could work something out, and you know, start dating or something."

There.

I said it.

And it only took a couple of months!

Derek seems satisfied. "Whew, you finally told me."

I burst into tears. "I knew you wouldn't love me back!…Wait, what?"

"Casey, it is so obvious when you like someone. And I am not a blind. I think everyone knows that you like me and that I like you."

Omigod.

Did you guys hear that? That wasn't all in my head, right? He actually said that he liked me?!?

I smack him.

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

He shrugs.

"You just sat there while I was going mental!? That is not very nice, Derek," I say, but I am smiling from ear to ear.

Well, not really.

But you know…

It's a really big smile.

Like…my face is tearing in half…but it's really not.

And then I jump on him, our lips crashing.

And yes, it was just as I imagined it, but a million times better.

I rap my arms around his neck, and pull him closer.

And when I pull away, I am so giddy I can't control myself.

"Mwahahaha!"

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Now that I think about everything, all the things I went through, if I would've confessed my love right away, none of this would've happened.

I wouldn't even have an interesting story to tell you guys.

And if I did, it wouldn't be about me going crazy from not being able to be with Derek, it would be about me and Derek being together, and that'd be just plain boring.

So, I guess in a strange way, going through this whole thing was pretty good.

"Casey? Hello, are you there?"

I shake my head and try concentrating on my boyfriend. Haha, don't you love the sound of that?

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" I ask.

"What were you thinking about?"

"Oh, er, just about how much I am in love with you," I say, smiling. Derek nods, satisfied.

Did you guys see that?

I totally just lied!

I think this is a start of a beautiful relationship.

The End


I'm going to miss this story, but hey, the epilogue will keep me somewhat sane.

Thanks for reading.

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