Wow, this chapter came out of my fingertips like butter...or something. Okay that doesn't make any sense. Anywho, here's chapter six.

Derek always got Ralph into sticky situations. And as of that moment in time, Ralph was sneaking over to Steven Haley's yard to do a little spying considering that Derek was locked in his house.

"Dude, I so hate you right now," Ralph said through the walkie talkie.

"You'll survive."

"What if I don't, huh? What's gonna happen if this creep guy catches me or something?"

"He's not," Derek said, "do you see his car there?"

Ralph looked around and sighed.

"Okay, so he's gone right now, but he could come back."

"Ralph, all I need you to do is to look in the window of the garage and tell me what you see."

Ralph groaned and continued his way over to Steven's house. As Derek watched through his window, he laughed when he saw Ralph pick up his pants every couple of steps.

"Stupid Derek and his stupid plans always get me in stupid trouble." Ralph muttered to himself.

"The next time you wanna talk about me; don't push the 'talk' button." Derek voice came from the walkie talkie in his hand.

Ralph looked down and groaned. He shoved the walkie talkie in his pocket and made his way over the fence.

See, Ralph never liked doing things that would get him in trouble. He just like to cruse through life, taking the easiest way out. Not that he wasn't up for a challenge, but if it had to do with thinking, he was out. And the situation he was in now, well, that required thinking and perfect timing. And why would he be having a problem with timing? Hell, he was a drummer after all. There was just something that he didn't like about this whole thing.

Ralph peeked around the corner to make sure Steven's car was gone before he continued on his way. Ralph made his way to the garage and looked through the window. He saw the Chevy that Derek was talking about days before this crap had happened. He continued to look around and saw a lot of hunting stuff along the walls. Stuff like nets, a camping tent, fishing line with poles to go, tools like axes, and an empty shelf that Ralph was sure a rifle once rested on. And off in the corner, he saw a black bag on the floor.

"You see anything Ralph?" Derek asked through the walkie talkie.

"Yeah," he said, "a bag,"

"Is there anyway you can get in?"

"I don't think so. Isn't there like a code you need to get into here?"

"Check for a side door."

Ralph sighed and started to walk around the garage area.

"Why did you have to leave on vacay Sammy?" He asked out loud.

Truth was, Sam would be more than willing to do something like this for Derek. Sure Ralph liked get into trouble from time to time but this; Derek said this involved a body and a missing girl. Hell no. Ralph was seriously considering ditching Derek and running home and never coming out until Grade Twelve started.

Making his way around, checking for any signs of creepy Steven appearing out of no where, he found a side door.

"Ralph,"

"Yeah, I found one." He half snapped.

"Hey, don't snap at me,"

"I can do whatever the hell I want. You're crazy for even thinking of this."

"Whatever, is the door open?" Derek asked.

Ralph rolled his eyes and checked the door. His heart dropped when the door opened. He even pouted afterwards. He brought the walkie talkie to his mouth, pressed the button and sighed.

"Yeah, it's open," he whined out, knowing what was to come next.

"Open it,"

Ralph groaned and opened it wider and stepped in.

His body had an involuntary shiver run through him and it freaked him out a little. The thought of a body being in that black plastic bag was making him sick. As he walked around the Chevy truck, he accidentally dropped the walkie talkie, making the batteries fall from the back. He cursed and knelt down to pick it up. He didn't think that there was going to be a problem but when he put the batteries and heard Derek telling him to hurry up and get out, he freaked.

Ralph shoved the walkie talkie in his pocket and raced out of the side door right when the garage door opened. He rested his body up against the outside wall, waiting to be caught or something. He was just waiting for anything to happen. And pretty soon, he looked up and saw Derek gesturing for him to run back. And taking his friends visual advice, he ran. He ran faster than he had ever run in his life. And when he got to Derek's room, he was sending glares that could kill.

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"I can't believe you didn't look in the bag," Derek said shaking his head at his friend.

"Oh, so now it's my fault because I was scared out of my mind that I couldn't look in the freaking bag?" Ralph asked him.

"Yeah, it is,"

"Dude, I can assure you that whatever is in that bag, was once living and is now dead. I don't think I need a visual. And you said that he was back."

"I said 'hurry up' not that he was back." Derek snapped.

Derek sighed and rolled his eyes. Ever time he wanted something from Ralph that he didn't want to do, Ralph always made things difficult.

"Well, you should have looked in the bag once you got in there." Derek snapped at him, "Now we have no proof that he's a creep."

"You know what?" Ralph asked, standing up glaring at his friend, "did you ever think that maybe you're the creep? I mean let's face it Derek, you're the one spying on this guy, hell you even spy on Casey when you get the chance."

"I don't spy," Derek defended.

"Really," Ralph stated, "I bet you know what Casey was wearing today. I bet you know what color her bra is today."

"Ralph,"

"I bet you even know what kindof deodorant she uses too." Ralph said, shaking his head. "Face it Derek, you're a creep and you're acting pathetic with this whole thing. Instead of doing something else, you have to go and cry creep just to get attention and it's lame."

Ralph headed for his door and looked back at Derek.

"Cut the spy crap and drop it, okay?"

Derek rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Ralph had no idea what he was talking about. He wasn't crying creep, he was crying truth. There was something going on and all Derek had to do was prove it.

And while Derek was trying to plan something to get Ralph back on his side, Casey was in for a creep out of her own.

She and her friend Aubrey were on the way to Ace Hardware for Casey's mom.

"Ugh, why do we have to do this again?" Aubrey asked.

"I told you, we have to get rollers for my mom." Casey said, tiredly. "She wants to paint some rooms in the house."

"And why can't your mom get them?"

"Because, we were already going out so she asked if we would stop."

"And you said yes?"

"Aubrey,"

"Fine, I'm shutting up," she sighed, "but you owe me. We could be at the mall shopping for cute boys."

Casey rolled her eyes.

Don't get her wrong, she loved Aubrey, but ever since she and Emily had a big blow out over Truman, they stopped being friends. It was something she didn't really want to tell Derek but the real reason she and Truman broke up was because of Emily. Truman cheated on her with Emily of all people. And even times before she found out, he had been a jerk to her and had once taken advantage of her. And she knew if Derek found out, he would say 'fuck the ankle bracelet' and hunt Truman down and kill him.

And despite the fact that she wouldn't mind that, she didn't want Derek to be in anymore trouble than he already was.

When they pulled up the Ace Hardware, Casey saw Steven's car parked in one of the front parking spaces. She shook the eerie feeling away and got out of the car. When she walked in, Aubrey bounced away to talk to a guy they went to school with. It didn't bother Casey because with Aubrey gone, she had time to actually get what her mother needed without her friend complaining about it.

When Casey had arrived to the paint section of Ace Hardware, she spotted Steven. Her heart sped up a little and she looked back to the paint and prayed that he would walk away. But she couldn't help but look again. She saw him move through the tools, through the gardening appliances, and stopping at the shovels. Her brows furrowed together as she watched him grab one. In fact, she watched him grab a few of them and try them out in someway or another.

She absentmindedly grabbed a couple of rollers and stuck them in the plastic basket she grabbed when she walked into the store. She continued to watch Mr. Haley as he navigated his way through more shovels. She was tempted to call Derek but she didn't want to make any noise to catch the attention of Steven.

She then saw him move to a check out lane and that's when she made a mad dash herself. She moved as quickly as she could and almost forgot about Aubrey but she caught Casey before she left. When she asked Casey what her rush was about, Casey just shook her head. When they got to her car, Aubrey had forgotten her phone at the counter where she was flirting with some guy and had gone back in. Casey was left in her car waiting, and on edge.

Suddenly, Mr. Haley was in front of her car. He walked over to the driver side window and looked at Casey.

"Casey, right?" The salt and pepper man asked her.

"Yeah, you're Steven Haley. You live next door to one of my friends."

"Ahh, yes, Derek." He said to her, "He's one character."

"Something like that,"

Steven sighed and looked at Casey.

"Listen, I know you've been watching me." Casey shook her head and he smirked at her, "Don't deny it, I know, I'm not stupid."

Casey said nothing.

"Now, I think that you may be attracted to me or something but I like my privacy. And I don't appreciate the fact that you and your little friends keep spying on my personal life."

She still said nothing. And who could blame her with someone freaking her out like he was.

And without a word, Steven Haley walked away from Casey's car right when Aubrey walked out of Ace. When she got in the car she looked at Casey.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah," Casey nodded, "being a space case is all."

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"Chill out, I'm coming!" Derek hollered from the kitchen.

It was about four in the afternoon and someone was banging on his front door like a mad man.

He opened the door and Casey hurried in and shut the door. She looked out the windows in the living room and then back at Derek.

"Casey?" He asked.

"He knows," was all she said and he caught on right away.

"What the hell do you mean 'he knows'?"

"I mean, he knows we've been watching him." Casey said to Derek, already ready to have Casey Freak Out.

Derek rested his hands on her shoulders and made her sit on the couch. She started half hyperventilating and he smirked.

"Do you need a paper bag?" He asked her and she glared at him, "What?"

"Derek, this is serious!" She stressed out to him, "I don't think you are grasping the situation here. He knows we've been spying on him."

"Casey, he doesn't know shit. He could just be saying that."

"Why would he just be saying that?" Casey asked him.

"Because he's…trying to…mess with your head or something." Casey rolled her eyes, "Look, Case, everything is gonna be fine."

Casey nodded and felt herself being pulled into a hug. She gripped Derek's shoulders desperately and she felt him do the same with her waist. When he loosened the hug, he looked at her and leaned in. Casey did as well and their lips almost touched but the front door busted open to reveal Ralph with panic stricken features on his face.

"I can't find my phone," he said to Derek, "I think I lost it when I snuck into his garage."

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"I cannot believe you two," Casey scolded them.

Both Derek and Ralph were sitting on the couch, watching Casey pace the floor.

"Of all the things you have done, this is by far the stupidest." Casey shook her head, "How is Ralph gonna get his phone back Derek?" She asked him, "Because what if Steven goes into his garage and sees a phone lying on the ground? He could call the cops and Ralph would be put into jail for a B&E. And after being arrested, he could become some big guy's bitch. And guess what his name will be?" She asked Derek again, "His name will be Alejandro!"

Derek, wide eyed, was still looking at Casey, shocked. Never had he seen her freak out like this. He looked at Ralph who had no expression on his face whatsoever and finally he snapped.

"I don't wanna be Alejandro's bitch!" Ralph cried, standing up. "I need to get my phone back. I don't wanna be arrested for a B&E even thought Dane made it seem really fun and stuff like that but there was no door kicking in this B&E, there was phone dropping and I need to get my phone back!"

"Ralph!" Derek shouted, standing up, "We're gonna get your phone back," he paused, "you just need to do one more thing."

--

Casey had decided to go home instead of watching Ralph risk his life just to get his phone back. She knew that he was scared to death about it all too. But Derek insisted that Ralph sneak back over there to grab his phone and high tail it out of there.

And this time, Ralph grabbed his camcorder and was able to do like a life feed to Derek's laptop so that he could see what Ralph saw. And what Derek was looking at now, was the side door to the garage.

"I cannot believe you got me into this," Ralph muttered through the camera.

Derek saw the door open and the screen began to bounce.

"Check the bag," Derek said through the walkie talkie.

"I don't wanna check the bag."

"I don't care!"

"It's a body; it smells like the corpse of a rotting hottie."

"Ralph, do it." Derek snapped at him.

Derek heard Ralph whine and head to the bag. As the screen focused on the bag, he heard Ralph gasp.

"Ralph what was that?" Derek asked him.

"The garage door opened."

"Okay, stay calm," he said to his friend as the screen started to shake, "grab your phone and get out."

But in stead of Ralph staying calm, he freaked out. And by the looks of it on the computer screen, he was running through the garage and through the door that led to the house. Derek watched at his friend was running though the house and then, to Derek's fear, the camera dropped.

"Ralph," no answer.

Derek looked out his window and actually saw Ralph rush through the house and then stop. He then ran the other way and heard a crash. And not really thinking, he grabbed the baseball bat he found in the basement and raced out of the house.

Ignoring the beep, he ran to Steven Haley's house and saw that the door was ajar. And right when Derek stepped into the space left by the open door, he saw red and blue flashing. He looked back at the cop car and saw the cop from last time.

"Drop the bat," he demanded.

"Officer, hear me out, my friend is in there," Derek pleaded.

"Seems to me you're breaking and entering."

The cop made his way over to Derek and grabbed a hold of his wrists right when Steven came out.

"Everything okay officer?"

"No, where the hell is my friend?" Derek snapped at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Yeah right, just like you don't know what I'm talking about when I say that you have the same car as that missing girl,"

And that got the cops attention.

"Chevy," was all Derek said.

And by the time Derek had said that, back up had already arrived at the scene.

"Okay, get in the car," the cop said to him.

"No, wait, there's a body in a bag in his garage," the cop looked at him, "please."

As he looked at Derek, he saw the desperate plea in his eyes. But of course, he had to look because of the accusation Derek had said.

When asked to open the door to his garage, Steven was more than happy to oblige. And sure enough, there was the Chevy truck parked there. When asked, he was able to provide evidence that the truck belonged to him. Derek ignored the stare that he was getting from the two cops. And when one of them went into the garage and pulled out the bag, Derek looked and waited for what was to come.

Okay so, I remember what happens in the movie but I'm trying to change that. But I have no idea what to change it to. But hope you all enjoyed this.