Okay, well, I thought that I would write a story that explored deeper things in life. Real things in life. The stuff being discussed in this story is very real and mature. If you're not mature enough to handle such real, mature subjects, please do not read. But, if you are, please read on.
P.S. - In this fic, Edwin and Lizzie are 15 and just entered high school. Derek and Casey are 18 and in their senior year.
Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek.
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It was the week of tryouts at Edwin and Lizzie's new high school. Everything had gone just fine the previous weeks. They would trying to get well adjusted to things around them. Their schedules, their lockers, seeing a whole bunch of kids a lot older than them, and seeing Derek and Casey every once in a while during lunch or between classes.
Lizzie had her mind set. She was determined to get onto the girl's soccer team. She also had another secret desire: to be popular. She didn't want to end up like her sister and being labled 'Klutzilla' and 'Grade Grubber'. She wanted people to like her. It was so out of character, but this was the best place for her to flourish.
Lizzie tied her soccer cleats and headed outside. She was pumped about this. She new she would do well and make the team. She'd been playing soccer for years and there was nothing that was going to stop her.
Well, nothing except for the coach of the soccer team who had just done that after tryouts: stop her. The coach pulled Lizzie into her office in the girl's locker room.
"Listen, Lizzie. You're an amazing soccer player. I would love to have you on my team," the coach said. Lizzie smiled at this and she gave herself a mental pat on the back, until the coach spoke again. "Except, you're a little heavier than most of my players. You're not fat or anything, but it wouldn't help if you shed a couple of pounds. It'd make you lighter on the field. You understand?"
Lizzie frowned, but nodded her head. The coach dismissed Lizzie from her office and Lizzie left in a daze. 'A little heavier' rang through her head all the way home.
The first thing that Lizzie did when she got home was run up the stairs and undress. She pulled on a tight-fitting tanktop and short shorts to reveal as much of her body as possible. She wanted to examine herself in her full-lenth mirror.
She stood in front of it and furrowed her eyebrows. 'Oh, God. Not playing as much soccer this summer and eating all that junk food with Edwin had backfired,' Lizzie thought, grabbing at her stomach and thighs.
She sighed and sucked her stomach in. She smiled at what she saw. 'I guess it would be nice to lose a few pounds. It would also help me become popular I'm sure. All those girls were thin,' Lizzie thought and turned to the side to examine her legs.
A knock sounded on Lizzie's door as Lizzie turned her back to the mirror and craned her neck to examine her butt. "Come in!" She shouted, grabbing her butt and pushing it up some. Edwin walked in a stared awkwardly at Lizzie.
"Umm, maybe I came at a wrong time," Edwin said, backing away and looking at Lizzie from head to toe. Lizzie turned to face Edwin and shook her head and waved him in.
"No, no, no. Don't be silly, Ed. It's fine, come in." She turned back to the mirror and looked at her stomach in disgust. Edwin looked a little skeptical, but came in anyways and plopped down on the edge of her bed.
After a few moments of silence, Edwin opened mouth. "What the heck are you doing?" He asked. She turned to face him and put a hand on her hip.
"I'm examining myself," she said in a 'duh' tone. Edwin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"You're what? Why?" Edwin asked, looking at her strangely when she turned her back to the mirror again and looked her butt, poking it with her index finger. She sighed in exasperation and sat down next to Edwin on her bed.
"Ed, do you think I'm fat?" She asked, looking at him with her nose scrunched up in disgust at, what she though was, her hideously fat body.
"Uhh, no, Lizzie. Is that why you're looking at yourself in the mirror?" He asked, looking at her as if she was some sort of alien. She got up again and walked towards the mirror, standing directly in front of it. She threw her shoulders back, put her feet together, held her chin level to the ground, and sucked in her stomach.
"The coach said I could lose a few pounds. She said I'm heavier than most of her players," Lizzie said, frowning. She stared down at her chest and thought of her older sister, Casey, who was very busty. She thought back to all the popular girls and how busty and thin they were.
"You're not fat, Liz," Edwin said, sighing.
"Liar," she muttered.
Lizzie shook her head and walked out of her bedroom and went downstairs. She wanted to talk to her mother, Nora. Edwin stood there, staring after her, dumbfounded. He shook his head and muttered something about woman and raging hormones and raced up to his attic-bedroom.
Lizzie leaned against the island countertop and stared at her mother, watching her cook.
"Hey, mom?" Lizzie asked, causing Nora to turn and stare at her daughter.
"Lizzie, why are you wearing that?" Nora gasped.
Lizzie was cut off from answering when Derek and Casey came into the kitchen fighting over something rediculous. They stopped short when they saw Lizzie. Derek stared in shock. 'Oh, boy. I wonder if Edwin has seen Liz, yet,' Derek thought.
"Lizzie!" Casey stated, looking at her younger sister up and down.
"Am I fat?" She asked them. Derek rolled his eyes. 'Typical women,' he thought.
"Lizzie, why in the world would you think you're fat? You're skinny!" Casey said.
"Yeah, compared to you, Case, everyone is skinny," Derek retorted, receiving a slap up side the head from Casey.
Nora dropped the kitchen towel on the countertop and stared at Lizzie. "Is that why you're wearing that?"
"I'm fat, aren't I?" Lizzie insisted, staring down at her legs.
"Oookay, I'm leaving now," Derek said, racing out of the kitchen.
"Liz, you're not fat, alright?" Casey said. Lizzie thought for a second and nodded. She knew better though. She was fat and there was something that needed to be done about it.
"Okay, Case. I guess your right. You're always right, right?" Lizzie said, smiling up at her older sister.
"Well, dinner's done. So, Liz, go upstairs and change and then get Ed and come down, okay?" Nora said, smiling at Lizzie, but she still had an unsettling feeling in her stomach.
"Okay," Lizzie said and raced up the stairs to her bedroom. She changed and got Edwin from his attic-bedroom and they trudged downstairs and were greated by a full table. Lizzie and Edwin took their usual seats. Edwin dug into the food and gave himself plenty. Lizzie, on the other hand, looked skeptically at the food.
'She a couple of pounds,' rang in her head. She promised herself that she'll start her diet the next day and digged into the food, giving herself plenty and almost as much as Edwin and Derek.
The family ate in silence. Every once in a while, Nora, Casey, or Edwin would glance over at Lizzie in concern. Derek just shoved his food in his mouth and Marti pretended she was a cat and sat under the table, meowing. George was as oblivious as ever to the concerened glances being sent Lizzie's way.
Lizzie finished her food rather quickly and excused herself from the table, claiming she was tired and wanted to turn in early.
As Lizzie was walking down the hall, she passed the bathroom and paused. 'A little heavier' ran through her mind. 'Well, I have to lose weight, don't I? What the heck! I'll do it. It's to lose the weight. Lose the weight. Lose the weight,' Lizzie pepped talked herself in her mind and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and locking it.
She walked over to the toilet and stood in front of it, contemplating on whether if what she was doing would be good or not. 'Of course it's good! It'll help me lose weight! I want to be on the soccer team, right? Right' Lizzie thought.
She kneeled down on her knees in front of the toilet. She lifted the seat and pulled herself closer. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of air. 'Better do it before I digest my food!' Lizzie thought and opened her mouth, thrusting her two first fingers inside and hitting her pharyngeal reflex. She gagged a little, but, much to her unliking, no bile came up.
She frowned and did it again, this time, she felt the bile rise in her throat and pour out her mouth and into the water of the toilet. She coughed a little and closed her eyes, trying to shake the feeling of the blood rushing behind her eyes when she had purged.
She stood up hazily and flushed the toilet, closing the lid. She went to the sink and stared at her reflection, vomit smudged at the corners of her mouth. She wiped her mouth with her hand and washed her hands. She bent down and took some water into her mouth, swishing it around and spitting it out, watching the remains of her food wash down the drain in a light green puddle.
She turned off the water and stared at her reflection again. She sighed and closed her eyes, then smiled to herself. 'That felt nice,' she thought giddily and walked to the towel hanging on the wall and dried her hands and mouth.
She walked back happily to her bedroom and laid on her bed, falling asleep soon.
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