A/N: Here it is, the last chapter

A/N: Here it is, the last chapter. Should we cry? No, because now I can finally work more with Twinkle Toes and my other stories. Also, the quote about "No meaning yes" was from Clue! Good job to those of you who knew it.

Chapter Seven

Derek Venturi tosses his leather jacket on an empty coat peg and flopped down into his recliner. Damn, damn, damn, damn! He mentally cursed. What had he gotten himself into? Of course he'd known that Casey had written the song about him, that's why he didn't make a big fuss over it like Sam and Ralph had after she first sang it. He was trying to put off talking to her about it for as long as possible and he honestly didn't think he could put it off any longer. Truth be told, he liked Casey…a lot. But she had never known that. No one did. If he told her how he felt about her, they might go out meaning their family and friends would have to know he was dating his stepsister. Yeah, that definitely won't screw your rep, Derek mussed. What could he do? He longed for Casey ever since he first met her. I suppose we could date secretly. But would she go for that? All this thinking was making his head hurt and he waltzed his way into the kitchen. To his utter shock and surprise, Casey was there eating vanilla ice cream from the carton. She only does that when she's upset about something, Derek walked over to her and sat across from her at the kitchen bar.

"Hey," he smiled at her.

"Hey," Casey smiled back, but didn't even look up from her ice cream. Truth be told, she was worried. She was worried about what he would say, worried about what would happen to them, worried about what their friends would think, and worried about what their family would think. Vanilla ice cream had always been a comfort to her. When she was younger, her father used to fix vanilla ice cream for her. It was a comforting reminder or a simpler time and had always been there to ease her thoughts.

"So…what's up?" Derek asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"Well…I confessed my love for this guy in a song, I don't even know if he feels the same way, I know I am surely going to get some bad reviews in the morning paper and I think I've eaten my weight in vanilla ice cream. What's up with you?"

"Not much," Derek shrugged, "This girl I like kind of told me she liked me tonight and I kind of like her but I don't know what to do."

"Talk to her," Casey said, pulling the ice cream carton away from Derek as he tried to make a grab for it.

"I am. But she isn't really talking."

"Maybe she talked enough in the song. Maybe she is waiting for him to talk now."

"Maybe he's scared."

"Maybe she was too when she sang that song."

"Maybe he should just go to bed."

"Maybe he should just stay, get a spoon, and share some ice cream with her."

Derek smiled, walked over to the counter, and dug around in the drawer until emerging with a spoon. Sitting across from her, he reached over and dug the spoon into the ice cream. When was the last time he had had vanilla ice cream?

"Maybe he forgot how good vanilla ice cream was."

"Maybe she thinks he should stop making small talk and get down to business."

"Maybe he thinks she's sounding way too much like his brother."

"Maybe she only wants to get to the bottom of everything."

"Maybe he is too scared."

"Maybe she is too."

"Maybe they should both just drop it."

"Maybe," Casey shrugged, "But that wouldn't solve anything."

"True," Derek nodded, taking another bite of ice cream, "He really liked the song she wrote for him."

"She is really happy to hear that."

"He also finds the whole third person discussion getting annoying."

"She does too."

"Enough!" Derek laughed, "Look, I liked the song you wrote for me. I really liked it."

"I am glad you really liked it," Casey smiled, "I was worried you wouldn't."

"Casey…I…I like you."

"I…I like you too, Derek."

"What should we do?"

"Well," Casey sighed, "We could go about our business like none of this happened."

"I don't like that idea."

"Me either. We could date and tell everyone and face their scorn and condemnation."

"I don't like that idea either."

"Neither do I. But there is always the next option."

"Which is?"

"Secretly dating."

"I like that idea."

"I like that idea too," Casey smiled, putting the lid back on the ice cream.

She went over to Derek, kissed him on the cheek, and hurried upstairs leaving him to stand in the middle of the kitchen totally bewildered. Casey McDonald just kissed him! She just kissed him! Derek smirked as he leaned against the counter, she kissed me!


"So?"

"So what?"

"So, does he know yet?"

"Does who know what?" Casey asked innocently in the phone.

Emily had just called asking how everything worked out between Casey and her mystery guy. It had been two days since Casey and Derek had confessed to both liking each other and they had been currently lying in her bed together watching TV. The rest of the family was running errands leaving Casey and Derek to their own devices. Derek had his arm around Casey and she had her head resting on his chest. It was a very sweet moment; Emily's phone call had been an unwanted interruption to their "snuggle time" and Derek was not happy about it to say the least.

"Does your guy know that you like him?" Emily cried into the phone.

"Well…yes…I…I…I told him…Friday night…and…and…he said…that was…stop it!...fine…and…and…Emily now isn't a good time!"

"Casey, what's wrong?" Emily asked, "Are you laughing.

"Yes…" Casey giggled into the phone as Derek's fingers found their way to her ribs, "I…I am…I'm just watching a…a funny thing on…on TV," Casey said between giggles.

"Well, are you and this guy going out?" Emily asked.

"Yes…" Casey giggled, "We…we are."

"Oookay, whatever Casey. I am glad you guys are going out and it all worked out. Call me back when you can actually talk," Emily smiled into the phone.

"Will…do," Casey giggled as she pressed the OFF button on the phone, "Der-ek!"

"What?" He asked sheepishly.

"I was on the phone."

"So? She interrupted out time together."

"True," Casey nodded, "And we do get such little time together."

"You know, Casey," Derek smirked, "You got something wrong in your song."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Kendra wasn't 'that girl' you are. I am so glad I realized that."

"Me too, Derek, me too."

A/N: Okay, I am sad that it's over but at least I can write more for Twinkle Toes (if you hadn't read it, I suggest you do) and some of my Harry Potter stuff. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this. Thank you all so much! I love you guys!