(a/n: Hey, I'm reading this one book about two families mixing together and all that stuff. It's called "Out Of Order" and it's pretty good so far. It always reminds me of 'Life With Derek'. Derek is a mixture of OLD Eric and V. Casey is NEW Eric and Lily. Marti is Parker. Emily is Cassie, the psycho friend of Lily. The rest, I don't know.)
Disclaimer: 'Life With Derek' and 'Out Of Order' are only owned by me in Neverland. You know, that place where Peter Pan wallows. (:
Derek
I curse the day Nora and George got married. I curse the day that Nora had Simon, the new addition. I curse the day that Nora even met my dad, George. Things are messed-up. Although, I do love to prank Nora's eldest daughter, Casey. We're like cats and dogs; day and night; toothpaste and orange juice. That simple. In fact, I just replaced her shampoo with ketchup. Knowing Casey, she won't check it first. (Probably.) Well, she could. Keeners do that stuff, right? Of course, her catch-phrase in three, two, and- "DER-EK!" She stormed down the stairs, her hair messy with that ketchup I told you about earlier. Is she really wearing only a bathrobe? That's so - well - ew! "You immature twit! Don't you ever think about anybody but yourself?" she screamed. "Yes, I do. I thought your shampoo was making your hair so flat and lifeless. Why not try something new, Space Case?" I said, smirking feverishly. See, I live for the moments. "I can not believe you, Derek! Are you sure you're part of this family?" she said, storming upstairs. I couldn't take it any longer! I started having a LAUGH-ATTACK. It went as far as me falling out of my favorite chair and falling on the hardwood floor with a THUD.
Casey
Ugh, what a barbarian! How dare he? Has his mother, Gabby, taught him nothing about not messing with a lady's beauty/shower products? I ran into the bathroom again, locking the door behind me. Hopefully, Derek hasn't messed with that, too. I tossed my bathrobe to the untidy floor, getting back in the shower. I pray to you, Lord, that this comes out. The water started flowing onto me. I take my tomato-colored hair (Thanks again, Derek!) and let the ketchup run down my collar-bone, shoulders, front, and back. I reach for the conditioner, but WAIT; what could it be? Mayo? The cheese you use with tortilla chips to make nachos? Salsa? Maybe it's pickle juice! Damn, now he's got me paranoid. Can you tell I love this whole 'mixed family' thing?
Lizzie
I hear my sister all the way from the kitchen, where I'm helping my mom, Nora, prepare dinner. "DER-EK!" she yips, stomping down the stairs. The rest is muffled, but, yet I still try to decipher it. "You immature twit!" I can't, however, piece together the next sentence, or the one after that. All I hear after that is a THUD. Not to mention Derek's laugh that never seemed so loud and irritating. Mom looked at the wall clock and (surprise, surprise) had to leave. Since she married George, she's gone like 24/7! Gr. "Bye, Honey. Love you," she said, kissing my forehead for a whole- I don't know- 2 seconds? Her image fading into the distance as she rushed into the car, speeding to the grocery store as fast she can! "I love you, too, Mom," I whisper to myself, Lizzie McDonald. Is it always going to be like this?