Well, I am back folks! It's been close to a year or over that I've written anything and posted it. But this is the DomiRae's One-shot challenge. These are not in any order and not a story. Sort of just little clips from the lives of Derek and Casey. I am a very big Dasey shipper so I will try and add as much of that in here as I can. If there are any mistakes in this please let me know!

I am also recommending something else. The title for my story is called "Along for it All" which is based on the title from the book I just finished reading "Along for the Ride" by Sarah Dessen. It is a truly an amazing book that If you enjoy a good Dasey story, you will love.

Review please!

Disclaimer: I own nothing

36. Sun

Summer was here, in full swing. Well, this was the first actual day where the thermometer hit +30'C, which basically meant a trip to the beach. Sam and I had figured this out. When it was this hot, there was a good chance girls would be wearing the tiniest of the tiny bikinis. The perfect day for a trip to the beach.

Of course, I was now dating Emily. That meant all of these gorgeous girls with their amazing curves and bright eyes were now off limits. Something I wasn't sure was that fantastic when I had a giggling Emily beside me in the passenger seat wearing a deep purple one-suit.

I wasn't a pig of course, but I was a man. When your girl dresses up –or dresses down for you, it does make you feel a little better about no longer being single and free.

Sam's jeep was full of everything and more (thanks to the girls in the vehicle) then we really needed. But with Emily coming on this last minute trip meant cancelling her shopping plans with Casey. And then Casey of course would be all alone since Truman was spending the summer with his family up in Chicago and that wasn't fair. So she had to come. It was the polite thing to do –so I've been told. So Sam, Casey, Emily and I were headed out to the beach. For sun, waves and basically being happy high school wasn't coming back to get us after August.

"Pull over to your right Derek, or you're going to miss it." And then there was long brown hair sweeping against my shoulder as Casey leaned over to look at me.

"Backseat drivers are frowned upon in most societies Case."

"You know, I don't really care. If we don't turn we're going to miss it and I'll be the one going in to ask the creepy guy who works at the gas station where the road is..."

I turned to my right sharply, causing everyone to grab the doors and seats to avoid crashing into the thing next to you. I heard an abrupt angry sigh and turned around to look at Casey, grabbing the handles on the ceiling and trying not to hit Sam, who was squished against the door; next to her.

"I hate you." She hissed.

"Good."

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The parking lot was packed, which meant I had to park all the way at the very end of the lot.

"I hate walking in the hot sun." Does she not know how to say anything that isn't her just complaining?

"Well I can see that. You should try and do it though. It might help get rid of those..."

"Just stop it dude. Try and get along for my sake." Sam was shaking his head, and lifted the wave board a little higher up under his arm. He was carrying his and Casey's beach bags. She might spill something. Cue rolling eyes here.

"For my sake." Emily's hand slipped into my free one. At least she can carry her own bag.

Passing the last row of cars, we had to stop as a convertible with the top down, backed out, full of blonde haired girls wearing bright coloured bikinis. They waved at us, laughing and I felt Emily's hand grip mine tighter. Her little nails digging into my skin so painfully it almost caused me to rip my hand out. Almost.

"Sluts." I heard Casey mumble behind my shoulder and I turned around to give her a look. She always had to do this.

"D, let's go find a spot on the beach, right close to the water."

"Alright."

I followed my best friend weaving in and out through various people and umbrellas before we found a spot, 10 feet away from the water. Emily still hadn't finished letting go of my hand, and she was holding it tighter, if that was even possible. Eyeing all the girls walking around, playing beach volleyball and frisbee. All in tight, small bikini's.

It was really really starting to hurt now, so I slipped my hand out of hers and made a show of lying out my towel and bag beside Sam's and unfortunately also beside Casey's. Emily huffed a little and put hers down beside Casey.

"I'm gonna go catch some waves. You goin' come Derek?" Sam was up already, board in his hand and shirt and sandals placed down on the towel. I saw my board peeking out from underneath my bag and was ready to grab it when I heard someone clear their throat.

"Maybe later Sam. Derek promised to help me put on my sunscreen."

I did?

"Oh." Sam looked at me, obviously no sure what to make out of this. I just shrugged and offered my best, convincing smile at Emily. She grinned back and started pulling various things out of her bag.

Sam shot me a look and said he'd see me later and headed out towards the water and right pass a group of girls who were speaking with French accents. Damn.

"No!"

I reluctantly turned away from the group of girls to look at Emily. She was sitting on her towel, her purple one-suit stood out more than anything. Her entire bag was emptied around her.

"I forgot my sunscreen! I cannot have forgotten it! No!"

That was it? Seriously. I had sunscreen. I'm sure everyone on this sand covered land had sunscreen. Why did it matter if she didn't have hers?

"Here Em," I glanced down and gulped. Casey was reaching behind her, grabbing her sunscreen. She had her hair now tied in a ponytail, sunglass's covered her eyes and she was wearing a very tiny white bikini with pink polka-dots. Double damn.

She was lying on her back, so I got a very clear view of everything, from her chest being covered by very flimsy material, down to her flat stomach, and her toned thighs. I shook my head. This was not a good thing for me to thing. No. This was bad. Very bad. This was my step-sister. I needed to...think about Emily.

"-you can use mine." I was broke back into the real world when I heard her finish her sentence. Emily was shaking her head and pushing the bottle back.

"Thanks but no. Your stuff is very weak, so you can tan. I need the strong stuff, like 50. If I burn at all, my Mom won't let me come back here ever again until it's like December. I need to buy some. Derek can I borrow a ten?"

I reached in my wallet and grabbed her ten bucks. This was starting to become a habit. Emily always seemed to have no money. I was always helping her buy the smoothie at the snack bar, or the one pair of shoes she just had to have and money for the vanilla ice cream her Mom was planning to have for dessert that night. I had invested a lot of money into a lot of cheap things she needed. After all she carried a huge ugly green bag around with her everywhere. Was there no money at all?

"I'll come too."

And God no, Casey stood up as well, quite gracefully which surprised me a little. Emily scurried up quickly behind her, kicking sad on Casey's towel as she tried to get up and lean over to give me a kiss at the same time. Emily, the multi-tasker.

I watched them go. Watched them walk away. Watched Casey as she walked...No! Look at Emily. Sigh.

This was getting absolutely ridiculous, I thought as I took off my shirt and rolled over onto my stomach. I needed to get this whole going to the same university thing with Casey out of my mind. I was just still bummed about that. Yeah, that was it.

"Boo."

There she was. Back on her towel, right beside me. She squinted at me and tilted her head to the side a little. Probably trying to figure out why I was staring at her so intensely. Actually, that's what I was trying to figure out myself.

"Derek, are you okay?"

I blinked.

"Where is Emily?"

She gave a sigh, sort of off-handed like this was something she had rather been hoping I wouldn't bring up. Like a mother praying her child won't ask for a cookie before supper when guests are over.

"Well, we went to that little convenient store and she went straight to that big display by the washrooms with all that tacky surfer cardboard cut outs-"

"Casey." I counted slowly to ten in my head. This was why she annoyed the hell out of me. Why did she have to make everything so damn difficult?

"Oh." She flushed and looked down at the sand. "Right. Anyways, she ran into Sheldon who has some weird problem with vitamin D and they hit it off and started talking and I really didn't need to hear how Sheldon was and how his new job was going at...I mean who in their right mind would work-"

"Casey!"

A pause.

"Sorry."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried not to think of the Casey in the tiny bikini next to me, but rather the one that was pissing me off, right now. It at least meant I didn't have to look at her.

"Did she say if she's coming back?"

"Derek. Emily is your girlfriend. I'm sure she'll come back. She just hasn't seen Sheldon in a while and wants to catch up. That's all."

I just looked at her. She shrugged and picked at the end of the towel, still sitting up, close enough to me I could count the polka-dots on the left cup of her bikini top. She wasn't making any move to lie back down. She still had something to tell me.

"What else is there?" I asked. She looked up.

"What makes you think there is anything else?"

I shrugged and gave her another pointed look.

"I donno. You just have that "I need to tell Derek something." look."

"Well...you know...how Emily can talk. She'll be there for a while...And Sam wants you to go surf with him...I have never learned how to surf..."

I rolled my eyes but smiled a little at this.

"Come on."